The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,104
flicked the end of the towel he held at Marcus’s hip.
His mate was not impressed, his hand slapping down onto the spot like it had actually hurt him.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Marcus said, sounding like the uptight guy the rest of the pack saw.
Snorting in his face, Robson reached around and palmed Marcus’s ass and kissed his stern mouth, darting his tongue inside when Marcus melted against him right away. He slowly moved them out of the bathroom, unwilling to release his hold or move away from his mate’s sweet lips.
When they fell onto the bed, naked bodies entwined, Marcus pulled away and looked around, confusion furrowing his brow.
“What’s wrong?” Robson ran a hand down Marcus’s smooth back and fondled his ass. He couldn’t help but grin as Marcus shivered against him.
“The tea…”
“Oh, right.” A quick glance around helped him locate the steaming mug on the table on his side of the bed. After giving Marcus another quick kiss and ass squeeze, he wiggled out from under him and knee-walked over, sitting cross-legged up by the pillows. He caught a whiff of the tea when he picked up the mug and made a face. “He couldn’t have made it smell better?”
“Maybe it won’t taste as bad,” Marcus murmured as he twisted around then crawled over next to Robson, settling on his side by Robson’s legs and caressing his thigh comfortingly.
“How much do I have to drink?” He knew the answer, but he was hoping he was wrong.
“The whole thing.”
Robson grimaced and raised the mug to his lips, metal chain from the diffuser rattling around until he secured it with his finger. “You could at least sound sorry about that.”
He would have liked to say the soft smile Marcus gave him that always managed to warm his chest was enough to cover the horrid taste of the tea.
It wasn’t.
“Fuck!” He coughed and sputtered on the bitterness, eyes watering a little.
Face concerned, Marcus pushed up and peered in the mug, frowning at the amount of liquid death left inside. “We don’t have to—”
Robson didn’t bother responding. He wasn’t letting some foul-tasting water stop him from bonding with his mate. Hell no. He’d been through way worse for way less.
Deciding it was best to just chug the rest, he lifted the mug and tried to swallow as fast as he could, hoping the tea would bypass his taste buds if he was quick enough.
It didn’t.
“Blegh!” Shuddering and shaking his head, he set aside the empty cup.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asked finally, barely concealed laughter at the edge of his voice.
“I’m fine and really glad I don’t have to do that again.” He scooted down and turned onto his side so he was face-to-face with Marcus. Tracing the smile tugging at Marcus’s lips with his pointer finger, Robson pretended to scowl. “You could have a little more sympathy for me, cariño.”
Marcus pressed his lips together and nodded solemnly. “I’m so sorry that was so awful for you.”
“Hmm.” He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he leaned forward and laid a soft, lingering kiss on his mouth. Even after Marcus parted his lips and tried to deepen it, Robson kept it light. When Marcus pulled away with a huff, Robson chuckled and flipped onto his back, gesturing at his body. “What are you waiting for?”
They’d asked Damien after they’d first talked about the tea how long the effects would last, so Robson knew they technically had hours, but neither of them would be able to wait that long. After Robson’s teasing kisses and challenging tone, Marcus’s eyes were already flashing, his wolf still close to the surface after spending so much time in his furry form.
Sure enough, as Marcus moved over Robson’s body, settling between his legs, his movements were smooth and predatory. Robson’s usually sweet and compliant mate appeared more than ready to take possession of Robson’s body, and he was ready for it.
Marcus wouldn’t be rushed though. Robson realized quickly—as his mate was slowly driving him insane as he kissed and licked his way across Robson’s chest and over his abs—that Marcus was going to fucking savor the moment no matter how much Robson wanted to hurry things along.
“Mierda!” Robson’s back arched sharply, and he fisted the sheets as Marcus kissed the spot under Robson’s belly button where he’d just bitten him. The tiny pain had shot right to his balls, causing them to draw up close to his body and precome to leak from his cock.