Page 97 of Twist of Fate

Luke noticed. “Especially since I don’t plan on wearing them for long.”

“Rest,” Connal said. “You require it.”

The order might have carried more weight if Connal’s gaze hadn’t taken its time returning to Luke’s face. Luke had managed to keep their morning in the bathing chamber out of his thoughts while dealing with Hale, the drive, and the chaos in Gomez’s chambers.

Now he remembered every second of it.

Luke pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of his backpack. “I’m not all that tired.”

He toed off his shoes and socks, then opened his jeans and lowered the zipper.

Connal watched his every move.

Luke pushed the jeans over his hips, revealing his tight black boxer briefs. They weren’t doing much to hide how happy he was to be alone with Connal again. “But if you’d prefer to sleep, I can take care of this by myself.”

Connal yanked his tunic over his head and flung it across the room. “I am a warrior. I have more than enough strength left for you.”

“Do you?” Luke teased.

Luke pushed his jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.

Connal’s hands stilled at his own waistband, his gaze fixed on Luke.

“If you intend this to be a challenge, you should be prepared for me to answer it.”

Luke reached into his boxers and stroked himself. “Consider yourself challenged.”

A man as big as Connal shouldn’t be able to move so damn fast. Before Luke knew what was happening, Connal had crossed the room, dropped to his knees in front of Luke, and then his hot, wet mouth replaced Luke’s hand.

Luke grabbed Connal’s hair and held on. He didn’t know what was hotter, the sight of Connal on his knees or the slurping and smacking sounds Connal made as he bobbed up and down on Luke’s cock. After one particularly hard suck, Luke’s knees nearly buckled.

It took Connal less than a second to have one of his big hands against Luke’s back, pinning him in place. It took less time than that for Connal’s hand to slip lower, dipping between Luke’s cheeks to tease at his entrance.

Luke clenched Connal’s hair and tried to gently ease him back. “Connal, this is gonna be over fast if⁠—”

Connal sucked harder and the tip of his finger breached Luke’s hole.

“Oh, fuck.”

Connal moaned around him and pushed his finger the slightest bit deeper. He drew back until only the head of Luke’s cock remained in his mouth, then wrapped his other hand around the base. Between hand and mouth, Connal found a rhythm that sucked every brain cell out of Luke’s head.

Luke’s breath came hard and fast. With one final pull, Connal sucked his orgasm free and held him through every tremble and twitch. When Luke was nothing more than a spent mess, Connal released his cock and stood. He had Luke on his back on the bed seconds later. Connal’s eyes were wild with need. Luke lifted his knees and planted his feet on the bed, spreading his legs wide. “Show me.”

Connal settled between them, his broad thighs pressing Luke’s farther apart. His cock suited the rest of him—thick, long, and intimidating enough that Luke couldn’t look away. Connal wrapped one hand around himself without breaking eye contact.

“That’s it,” Luke said.

Connal stroked himself hard and fast, adding a twist at the end.

Luke gasped at the sight. His cock gave a valiant twitch, trying to fill again.

“Come, Connal. Give it to me.”

Connal braced one hand beside Luke’s ribs and continued stroking himself until he came in a hot, sticky mess across Luke’s stomach. It was the sexiest thing Luke had ever experienced. Connal leaned down over him, then collapsed to the side. He threw one big thigh over Luke and pinned him to the bed.

Luke’s stomach flipped. Connal raised his head and studied the come streaked across Luke’s skin, then lifted his gaze to Luke’s face.

“The bond is pleased.”