Page 14 of Tossed into the Mob (The Wolves of La Luna Noir #4)

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“Is this where you want to be?” I fingered my hole, going in and out, and Treyton’s breath caught in his throat as he watched each thrust.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled.

I draped my arms around his neck until he was hovering over me. His hard cock brushed against my thigh, sending shivers up and down my spine. He blocked out the light from the lamp, creating a Treyton shadow over my body.

With his palms planted on the mattress beside me, he licked and kissed a trail from the base of my throat to my midsection. I needed him to go lower, but the tease that he was stopped and plunged his tongue into my belly button. Gods, his tongue was masterful because my body was on fire.

“You okay?” he whispered as his eyes searched mine.

“Yes,” I managed to get out. “And no. You’re not inside me.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing? Got it.”

I smacked his butt, the sharp sound echoing around the room, and his eyes widened. Goody. I’d taken him by surprise.

“Like that, is it?” Bending his head, he captured my nipple, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

My body jolted upward as molten waves of pleasure rippled through me. He released me and kissed the hard point. This man who I thought was my friend had me bathed in sweat, slick streaming from my hole, and me desperate to have him fuck me.

I was tethered to his man in a way I didn’t understand, but I was willing to go along for the ride, wherever it might lead.

His chest brushed against mine as he slithered lower, his tongue dancing over my skin and creating goosebumps in its wake.

I parted my legs further, thinking he was going to give me a blow job, but after a speedy swirl of his tongue over my shaft, he kissed the tip.

I arched my back, offering myself to him, but he nibbled my slick-coated thigh and cupped my balls.

I pulled him back up for a kiss, savoring the sweat and slick on his lips, but he pulled away and hoisted himself up. With one hand on the bed, he took hold of his cock and stroked it.

“Not fair. You’re a big tease.”

“Big, huh?”

His hardness nudged my inner thigh, and I gasped and tensed, ready to accept him. He was big, alpha big, and I longed for him to fuck me hard.

I let out a long slow breath. “So very big.”

He slid the head around my entrance. More damn teasing.

“I want your cock.” I grabbed his length, making it my prisoner. “Now.” Not waiting for him, I eased the tip inside me.

We both gasped, and I panted because even the head was huge.

“You sure you’re okay?” He brushed hair off my face.

“Mmmm.” I lifted my hips and another inch glided in. He paused, allowing me to adjust to his enormous dick. Lifting my head, I glanced between my parted thighs. Gods, his big, beautiful, pink cock was wedged in my channel, sending heat pulsing through my veins.

I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip, pulling him closer. His length slipped inside me, inch by inch and then more inches. Our eyes were locked on one another as he filled and stretched me, and my leg hugged him tight as I relished the warmth of his skin beneath mine.

When he was sheathed deep inside, he closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, Brock. I love being in you.”

“Maybe you’ll like this even more.” I squeezed around his length, and he yelled, breathing hard and telling me to stop.

“Stop?”

“No, don't stop. I mean yes, stop, or I’ll come. I don’t know.”

I trailed a finger along his jawline. Treyton, maybe he could be my Treyton, was befuddled ‘cause I was taunting him. I squeezed harder before releasing him, and he hissed.

He eased out, and I gripped the bedding, anticipating some hard and fast thrusting. But he hitched my leg higher, changing the angle of my body, and slowly slid into my channel.

A tiny smile played on his lips as he pulled out and slammed into me, making me moan and the bed squeak. My cock bounded up, and Treyton licked his lips as he eyed it.

Flinging my other leg upward, I pressed it against his chest, but he hauled it higher and his tongue caressed my ankle before he nibbled the skin.

“You’re so good at this,” I moaned when he slid a hand over my leg. I tensed in anticipation as he gave me a come-hither grin and stroked my cock. My legs trembled and threatened to topple onto the bed. He pumped me, my eyes glazed over, and I begged for more.

Treyton released my dick and pulled the leg around his hip up to his chest to meet the other one.

He gripped my knees, and his cock surged inside me.

I braced myself against him as he pounded into me.

Beads of sweat from the ends of his hair whizzed through the air and settled on my skin, reminding me of rain drops.

My length bounced with each thrust, and I grabbed it and slid my palm over the shaft. I delighted in him pounding into me as a familiar tug in my belly signaled my climax was barreling toward me. Pleasure radiated over my body, into my dips and curves and as far as my fingers and toes.

I matched his rhythm as I pumped my cock. Even our breathing was in sync. A word popped into my head. Home. Treyton was my home. As if he could read my thoughts, he whispered, “I’ve got you, Brock. Always.”

Salty tears filled my eyes, and I cupped his cheek. I almost said the L word. But it was too soon.

Now we fucked. Hard and fast, and there was no pausing. We both understood we were close, and there were no words, just groans and whimpers, and I held on tight as if this man, this shifter, was my life.

I gripped him hard as he pounded inside me, and whispered I couldn’t hold on. He told me to let go, and it was glorious as heat spread over every part of me, and I yelled his name while waves of ecstasy claimed me.

His body arched and he shuddered, plowing into me one last time before he came.

Treyton held me as our breathing quietened and his knot claimed me.

“I love you,” he murmured against my shoulder.

“Love you right back.” Did I? I did, with my whole heart.

Treyton had his arm wrapped around me, and I had one leg thrown over his hip.

His scent which had niggled at me and taunted me since the night Flint told me Dad was alive, was still present, permeating everything in this small space, but it was less urgent and not frantically trying to get my attention.

It kinda melded with mine, and if I didn’t want to discuss what having sex meant for us, I would have allowed the aroma to send me to sleep, like a lullaby.

How had I convinced myself that Treyton and I were just friends? It was ridiculous, but I’d been hiding behind those words. They were my armor.

“We need to talk,” we said in unison.

I sat up and fumbled with the lamp. Both of us wanting to have a serious discussion after sex didn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.

His dark eyes and pinched mouth didn’t ease my fears, and I dragged the sheet up to my chest. Treyton pulled himself up beside me, but there was space between us. I needed us skin to skin.

“I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

“Oh, shocker. More secrets.” Ouch! The hurt I was experiencing revealed itself in insults and sarcasm. Not good.

“When I spoke of mates, I talked about them in a general way, how shifters recognize their forever mate by smell… their scent.”

“Go on.” I fiddled with the quilt, wondering why Treyton covered himself in a floral pattern every night when he’d never shown an interest in flowers. But then when would he have? We’d been on the run before I killed a guy. It wasn’t wandering in a garden and discussing horticulture time.

“It’s instant, and there’s no mistaking the mating instinct.”

I gripped the sheet, fearing if I let go, something terrible would happen. We’d just had sex, said the L word, and the Treyton I knew was a good guy. He couldn’t be about to tell me he’d met his fated mate so we were a one-and-done.

I leaned over the bed and grabbed my plastic sword. Wielding it over my head, I yelled, “If this is goodbye because you’ve met your fated mate, me and my sword are going to leave you to the godsdamned zombies.” Whew, that was a lot.

“Oh no.” He quivered, and I turned up my nose at his fake terror. “Whatever shall I do?”

I harrumphed and tossed the sword away and folded my arms instead.

“I have, so there!” He grabbed me and pulled me close before placing his lips on my scalp. “And it’s you, silly.”

My head rested against his chest, and I picked up the change in his heartbeat. It sped up, perhaps because he was awaiting my answer.

“Fine. I’m your mate. No biggie.” Way to underplay one of the most significant events of my life.

Treyton chuckled. “No more tantrums? I rather liked you waving the sword around. Maybe we can role play a gallant knight saving the prince locked up in the tower.”

“You never said anything about us being mates.”

He hauled me upright so we were staring at one another. “And when would I have done that? When you were bleeding? Grieving? Being told your father was dead? Shooting a guy? I couldn’t wave my cock around when you were mourning your dad.”

“You were looking after me as you had done from the beginning.” I snuggled into him.

“That’s what mates do.”

“My body must have recognized you, though, or as much as a human can understand fated mates.” I told him his calming touch and presence got me through those awful few days.

He said it was interesting I responded to being skin to skin rather than his scent.

“But I picked up your scent the moment I spoke to Dad when we were at Rudy’s.”

“Nature or fate or the universe—take your pick—was doing you a favor. No scent could or should have penetrated your grief.”

I placed my nose against his neck and inhaled. Gods, I wish I could bottle that aroma. Please let Treyton and his intoxicating scent be at my side forever.

“So are you sure about being my mate? Or should we toss a coin?”

I giggled. “Treyton, you’re more quirky than before.”

He peppered kisses over my cheeks. “Oh sorry. I didn’t have much joie de vivre when we were fleeing a gunman.”

I flung the covers off. “The one time we really laughed was when you told me I was pedaling at the end of a sheet while dangling from that building.”

He raised a brow. “You want to pedal?”

“Mmmm.” We needed to get rid of the angst and uncertainly and tell it to fuck off.

“Let’s do it.”

We lay on our backs, legs up high, hands clasped, and pedaled. In my mind, the faster my legs moved, the further we left that awful time behind. I imagined I was moving so fast I floated.

We both collapsed, sweaty and red-cheeked, giggling and kissing one another.

“Do you, Brock, agree to become my mate?”

“I do. And Treyton of the La Luna Noir pack, do you agree to mate me?”

“I do.”

“What now?”

He explained that he would mark me, and I could choose whether to do the same to him.

“But not now because there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Another surprise. I’d had my share in the last few weeks, and I wanted to be done with them. But Treyton was smiling, so I assumed whoever it was would be friendly and not armed with a gun.

“You have seen him, but we didn’t have time for any introductions.”

“Your dad at the library?” It was the middle of the night, so an odd time for a meet-and-greet.

“My wolf.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, in the woods.”

“Oh, so you’re scared of zombies but not cavorting in the forest in the middle of the night. Got it.”