The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,105

over the small puddle of precome pooling under the head of his dick, and then he prowled forward until he was right above Robson’s head. When he leaned down and slotted their mouths together, Robson wasn’t surprised that Marcus was more aggressive than usual, pushing his tongue into Robson’s mouth almost violently and nibbling on Robson’s lips. The part of Robson that usually liked to take control during sex was quiet as his instincts drove him to submit to his mate and give himself completely. They needed Marcus’s magic to ignite the spell in the herbs, and the only way that would happen was if Marcus’s wolf laid claim to his mate completely.

When Marcus lifted his head, he was somehow holding the bottle of lube from the nightstand, but Robson wasn’t sure how he’d gotten it without him noticing. Everything was getting deliciously hazy around the edges, and he grinned, feeling almost loopy.

“Herbs are working,” he murmured, throwing his arms around Marcus’s shoulders and nuzzling into his beard, groaning at the feeling of the coarse hairs abrading his lips and cheeks. “So good.”

Marcus chuckled. “We may have let the tea steep too long if you’re feeling this relaxed.”

Oh, yeah. He remembered that part now. Damien had included some magic voodoo stuff so Robson would stay calm when Marcus knotted and bit him. Like he was some kind of punk-ass new recruit who couldn’t handle intense situations.

“Psh. We got this,” he said, nibbling on Marcus’s earlobe for a moment before releasing his hold and falling back to the bed, arms outstretched. “Make me yours, cariño.”

Glowing eyes were Marcus’s only response for a minute, and then he grabbed a pillow, shoved it under Robson’s hips hurriedly and spread his thighs. Robson chuckled at Marcus’s eagerness, but the sounded was choked off by a moan as Marcus sank a finger inside him.

Body undulating against the sheets, he slapped a hand on the mattress and growled. “Don’t go slow, Marcus. You know I can take it.”

Marcus had gotten very good at fingering Robson while he sucked his brains out through his dick, and Robson loved it. But the careful stretching Marcus was trying to do wasn’t what they both knew he could handle—it was how Robson treated Marcus’s prep. Robson would cut off his own dick before hurting Marcus, but he liked that slight edge of pain, and Marcus was well aware of that.

Thankfully, Marcus just grinned at him and added a second finger, roughly pegging Robson’s prostate in retaliation. Heat flowed through him, racing just under his skin and warming his whole body. Gasping, Robson spread his legs a little wider, wanting his mate closer, closer, closer.

Marcus was studying him intently, noting every twitch of his hands and catch of his breath. When their eyes connected, it was like a bolt of lightning down Robson’s spine. He could see Marcus’s wolf right there in his glowing gaze, and he realized it wasn’t just Marcus watching Robson’s reactions so closely.

Marcus’s wolf wanted to know how to please him; he could see it in his steady gaze.

Spotting the tips of Marcus’s fangs as he pressed a third finger into Robson’s hole, they both moaned and Robson threw his head back, fully exposing his throat, hoping it would be enough to tempt his mate’s wolf to speed things up.

With a snarl, Marcus was pressing Robson’s body into the bed and licking up the side of his neck. “Don’t rush me, mate.”

“Who me?” he asked breathlessly. “I didn’t say a word.”

Sharp teeth nipped at his skin, and he cried out, wrapping his legs around Marcus’s waist. Marcus hadn’t drawn blood, but they were on the edge of control, and Robson wanted to tip them over, to see his mate lose his hold completely and take from Robson everything he was willing to give and then some.

He wanted to be Marcus’s entire focus, his whole world.

Maybe it was greedy or selfish, but in that moment, they were alone in a way they never had been. There was no pack or looming threat. No family members they were responsible for or pups to watch out for. There definitely wasn’t any fucking letter standing between them.

There was only them. Their mating, their bond, practically shivered in the air around them as Marcus sank his long cock inside Robson’s body for the first time.

“Cariño,” he murmured, holding on as tight as he could, urging Marcus not to hesitate, to take what he needed. What they both wanted. Moving his lips up