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KEANE

I lay on the bed, wondering how I managed to be near him this long without begging him to take me. The pull was so strong, stronger than I’d ever felt before. There was still so much to figure out, like where I’d gotten the drugs. Had it really been while I was looking for a job at that club or bar, and if so, why hadn’t it hit me earlier? My mind should’ve been on all of that, but it wasn’t.

My mind was on Boaz’s mouth, what lay beneath his clothing, and why his hands weren’t already on me. I licked my lips, wondering where to go from here. Should I make the first move? Should he? Should we wait for the doctor after all?

He answered for me, moving his body so that he was hovering over mine, so close and yet so unbearably far away. He stayed there like that, leaving me breathless with need, his lips only a few inches from my own.

“Please.” I didn’t even pretend to have restraint. I wanted him, needed him, now.

His lips crashed into mine, raw and fervent. My mouth moved with his, and I arched, inviting him closer, helpless against the mating pull, my slick entrance begging for attention.

I gripped his shoulders, not willing to let him leave. “Boaz,” I gasped, barely a whisper.

He pulled back, looking down at me, eyes barely human. “Keane,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

He pressed me into the mattress, his lips devouring me, his chest rumbling, his beast so close to the surface.

I grabbed at his chest, my hands tugging at his shirt. “Off,” I begged.

He paused, then took over as he yanked it over his head, casting it aside. I inhaled sharply. I’d seen him naked before, but this was different. I was human, and he was… he was Boaz.

He took my mouth again. Our kiss broke, leaving me completely breathless. His lips wandered from mine, pressing hard against my neck, lingering there as I squirmed beneath him. I gasped as he moved lower, kissing the hollow of my throat, my chest, his hair brushing a path as he traveled lower and lower. I trembled beneath him, the sensations unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Boaz,” I whispered again, my voice barely my own.

He drew back, only to look at me. “You smell incredible,” he murmured, and I felt myself flush, the heat of it racing across my skin. He found my mouth once more, his kiss rough and hungry, my taste now on his tongue.

“Too many clothes.” He needed his pants gone, and he took the hint, getting up long enough to divest himself of the denim.

My fingers curled against his skin, pulling him back down, needing his flesh against mine.

His breath caught as I reached between us, taking his hardness into my palm. He was thick and heavy, and my breathing faltered at the anticipation of it being inside me.

“Keane,” he groaned as I gave it a jerk.

His hands were everywhere, tangled in my hair, on my hips, grabbing my ass. It was too much while at the same time not being enough.

I pulled away from his mouth, dragged my lips along his jaw. “Let me taste you. I need to?—”

My words broke as I rolled him onto his back and sank lower, my lips and hands tracing a path down his chest. His fingers threaded into my hair, urgent and pleading as I got lower and lower, until I was on my knees between his thighs. I looked up and caught him watching me with an intensity that stole what breath I had left. It was as hot as the sun.

His cock was heavy against my cheek, and I nuzzled into it, my lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along its length. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling at my scalp, urging me closer.

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling, teasing, and he gasped, a harsh and beautiful sound that went straight to my cock. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feel of him, the stretch of my lips around his thickness. He bucked against me, his control slipping as quickly as my own. I moaned around him, slick and ready for him, but unwilling to stop, the ache between my legs more than I could bear.

His hips thrust forward, once, then again, a rhythm almost too much to take, and his head fell back, teeth bared, throat exposed. My memory kept slipping away, and for a split second, I contemplated grabbing his phone to take a picture of him like this so I wouldn’t forget the glorious view before me.

“Keane,” he said again, choking on the word. He pulled me up, half lifting, half dragging me as he turned me, pressing my back into the bed, one hand tight on my shoulder, the other on my ass, his body pressed against mine. “If you kept going, I was going to come.”

“That’s kinda the point.” I stuck out my tongue.

“The first time I come with you, I want it to be in this glorious ass as I mark you as mine.” There was something so raw, so primal, so sexy about that.

“Then take me already.”

“Patient, Kitten. Patient.”

He settled between my legs, guiding my thighs apart and walking a trail up my thigh to where I wanted him most. He circled my entrance, teasing me in a slow sensual torture. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he breached my entrance with one finger, showing me a glimpse of what was to come next. In and out he moved, adding a second finger, and then a third, until my begging was anything but subtle.

“I’ve got you.” It was a promise

He lined himself up with my aching hole, and I felt the pressure, the thickness of him, as he began to push inside slowly. He filled me, inch by incredible inch, stretching me wide. “You’re so slick for me.”

“Only you.” My body accommodated, slick and needing all of him, all at once.

I shuddered, moaning his name as he buried himself deep inside, until I felt his balls against my ass. We were as close as two bodies could get.

He held me, hands tight on my hips, not moving, letting me adjust to the intrusion.

“Move. Please.”

He pulled back, thrust into me, deep and relentless, and the friction, the pure heat, made my head spin. I pushed against him, meeting each thrust with equal force, until I was lost in the rhythm.

He fucked me, desperate now, full of urgency, like he would never get enough. I couldn’t either.

“Keane,” he groaned, guttural, and I felt him swell inside me, felt the catch and hold of his knot, locking us together. It filled me, impossibly thick, and I arched into him as I bit into his shoulder and he did mine, marking each other as mates.

“Keane,” he said, softer now, his lips against my hair. “Mine.”

I shivered at the sound of it, turning to see his eyes, so close to mine. “Yes. Yours.”

His arms were strong, inescapable, and I let myself sink into them as he rolled us around, leaving me on top. I was too spent and happy to care where he ended and I began. We lay there, the rest of the world fading away, until it was only the two of us, a mess of limbs as I drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the world would still be there when we woke up… the drugs, the violence… his job. But for now, we were nestled in our new bond, enjoying the gift that fate had given us, being one for the first time.

Tomorrow we could deal with the ugliness of this world. Now? Now was about us.