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Had Wyatt been giving Alister time to mentally recover from Negan’s attack? If so, he was grateful for his mate’s consideration and concern.
But recovery time was over.
Alister scraped his fingernails over Wyatt’s soft beard. “Are you going to tease me all afternoon or kiss me?”
Wyatt stretched out beside Alister, half covering his body. He slid his hand around Alister’s neck and drew him closer. At first, the kiss was as light as a summer breeze. Then Wyatt swept his tongue inside, the delicious sensation sending the pit of Alister’s stomach into a wild swirl.
Dizziness swept over him, thrill rushing through him, the kiss turning from soft to being devoured by a wild animal. When Wyatt focused on giving pleasure, there was no holding back.
Their lips parted, only for a brief second, to allow precious air into their heaving lungs. Then their mouths crashed back together, hungrier and more desperate than before.
Wyatt tore his mouth away from Alister, twisting as he reached for his nightstand. He leaned farther away, and then he came back with a bottle of lube. His breath hitching, Alister watched as his mate lubed his fingers. This time Wyatt loomed over him, capturing Alister’s lips once more, his fingers probing at Alister’s aching hole.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” Wyatt said against his mouth.
That deep, husky demand had Alister sweeping his legs apart. He sucked in a sharp, excited breath as Wyatt’s fingers circled his hole then pressed firmly against his ring of muscle. His mate playfully nipped at Alister’s bottom lip as his finger pushed inside.
Moments later, Wyatt pulled his finger out. When he thrust back in, Alister could tell it was two instead of one. “I don’t know what I love to see more in your eyes, your feistiness or the way the pale blue darkens with hunger and need.”
“I definitely need right now.” Alister almost couldn’t breathe when Wyatt’s fingers brushed over his kill zone. He pushed down, trying to take the fingers deeper. The very air around Alister seemed electrified. The look of longing in Wyatt’s eyes softened the hard edges of his features.
He was watching Alister, his gaze penetrating as his fingers thrust and scissored, making Alister writhe beneath him.
Then the fingers were gone, confusing Alister’s brain. His body was still moving, still trying to get them deeper, but they weren’t there. Alister forced himself to focus, and then his stomach somersaulted at the sight of Wyatt lubing his hard cock. His hand moved up and down the straining length, almost as if he was kneeling there slowing jacking off while shredding Alister’s senses.
A delicious shiver ran through Alister. He lay there feeling wrecked from Wyatt’s fingers, but his mate’s fingers were wrapped around hard flesh that Alister wanted more than anything.
“Wyatt,” he begged in a whisper. His mate was honed power, captivating, a sensual beast that could lure Alister in with a single heated glance.
Wyatt leaned forward, poised over Alister, his cock gripped in his fist as he guided the head until it was wedged between Alister’s ass cheeks.
The anticipation was building, stoking higher, Alister’s legs still spread, his hole aching madly to be filled.
Pressing his palms against inked flesh, Alister already felt conquered, even though Wyatt hadn’t breached him yet. Wyatt’s mouth slammed onto his, the kiss savage, consuming, all fire and need, like a crashing wave hitting the shore, as Wyatt buried his cock deep, stretching Alister wide.
Wyatt’s eyes were smoldering. Alister was trapped in them as he arched his back, trying not to spontaneously combust. Wyatt was raw power with every thrust, his hips a weapon, killing Alister with every stroke.
They moved together as one, Wyatt’s hands braced on either side of Alister’s head. His mate stared down at him with reverence, a contradiction to the intense way their bodies slammed together.
Those perfect fucking lips. Alister had to have them, had to taste them. He needed them on him. He pulled Wyatt toward him. His mate dropped his head eagerly, kissing Alister deeply, their lips fused together with an electric hum.
Wyatt’s lips, his cock, the way his body moved drove Alister higher. They gasped and panted into each other’s mouths, his mate’s dick powering into Alister’s ass. Wyatt yanked his head back, grunting, his canines lengthening. The two locked gazes, his mate so savagely beautiful.
Alister cried out when Wyatt’s canines sank into his shoulder. He dug his fingernails into his mate’s back as white lights burst behind his eyes, the ribbons of their souls unwinding, wrapping around each other’s, binding their souls.
Two separate heartbeats synchronized as one.
Wyatt pulled his canines free, a roar ripping from his throat, his hot seed filling Alister’s ass. When he brought his head back down, Alister sank his canines into soft flesh. Wyatt cupped the back of Alister’s head, holding him close as their bond deepened even further.
Alister extracted his teeth, then his mate kissed him slowly, his cock still buried.
As they each caught their breath, Wyatt traced his fingers over Alister’s sweat-slicked skin. “Mine,” he purred softly, pressing his lips to Alister's shoulder.
“Mine,” Alister repeated as he curled into Wyatt’s chest.
“Only yours, butterfly.” Wyatt rose up slightly, gently pulled out, then twisted sideways and lay down with Alister still pressed against him.
Chapter Four
