The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,67

arm around Robson’s chest, tucking one of his legs between Robson’s, his thigh carefully pressed as close to his mate’s groin as he could safely get without squishing any of the delicate bits.

One of Robson’s arms wrapped around Marcus’s shoulders, his other hand trailing slowly up and down the arm draped over Robson’s chest. They lay quietly together for so long, Marcus almost fell asleep. He’d never felt so safe or at peace in his entire life—not even when he was with his alpha.

“I’m worried I won’t know what you need,” Robson whispered eventually.

The hand he’d been using to caress Marcus was resting lightly on his wrist, so he wiggled his arm free and slotted their fingers together, making a happy, satisfied sound when Robson gave him a reassuring squeeze. “All I need is this.”

Robson chuckled softly. “I’m serious. I feel like I’m getting pretty good at reading your subtle cues, but what if I miss one? Nico said at the class yesterday—”

Marcus growled. “I should have dragged you out of there as soon as I scented you in the building.”

Threading his other fingers into Marcus’s hair, Robson gave the strands a light tug. “The class wasn’t the problem. The realization that there were things you’d want or need that I had no clue about was.”

Huffing, Marcus squirmed closer, rubbing his lips and facial hair against the thin skin of Robson’s throat, smiling when Robson shivered. “You worry too much.”

“Me?”

“Mmhmm.” He inhaled deeply, going a little light-headed at how delicious his mate smelled. “Wolves are social, so we need close contact like this but otherwise… don’t worry so much. Nico will make sure my wolf and I are getting—”

There was a stinging tug on his hair as Robson’s fingers closed in a fist, but Marcus didn’t get a chance to protest before he was flailing as Robson flipped them so Marcus was sprawled on his back with Robson pressed all down the front of him. Robson’s grip on Marcus’s hair and hand was pinning him as much as the heavy weight of his body.

“Robson, what—”

“I don’t care what Nico did for you in the past. That’s done. You hear me?” Robson growled into Marcus’s face, teeth flashing in the darkened room and making Marcus’s breath catch with how beautiful he looked as he staked his claim. “Anything you or your wolf needs comes from me from now on. Do you understand?”

Marcus couldn’t help the curve of his lips as he let his body fully relax in Robson’s hold, tipping his chin to the side as best he could with the grip Robson had in Marcus’s hair. The internal struggle he’d been having with himself over claiming or being claimed ceased as his wolf reveled in his mate’s possessive hold. “Yes, mate. I understand.”

Robson stared down at him for a long moment, running his eyes over the exposed skin of Marcus’s throat, eyes narrowed in thought. As he slowly lowered his head, Marcus held his breath and let his eyes flutter shut, completely lax on the bed.

Soft lips brushed ever so lightly at the hollow of Marcus’s throat, and he couldn’t hold in his moan at just that tiny amount of contact. His skin felt like it was electrified, thrumming with life and possibilities in a way he’d never experienced before. Robson’s lips moved slowly up to his Adam’s apple and then—

“Oh god, Robson.”

His mate’s tongue was so hot and wet as he laved the length of Marcus’s throat and hummed like he’d just tasted the most delicious meal of his life. Marcus clutched at their clasped hands, his other one flying up to grip at Robson’s upper back as he tried to ground himself.

“Shit, cariño. You’re so responsive to me,” Robson murmured against Marcus’s jugular, pressing a sweet kiss there before he leaned back and met Marcus’s gaze. “I’m serious, Marcus. No one else gets to see you like this anymore. If we’re doing this, then I’m going to be a greedy, demanding asshole and make sure I’m the only one who gets to make you squirm. I can’t do partway, not with you.”

Marcus couldn’t really think straight, his body arching into Robson’s warmth all on its own and his head moving restlessly against the pillow that smelled so much like his mate he wanted to rub it all over his body. “Partway?”

He didn’t understand. All he knew was that he wanted Robson to keep touching him, rougher and in more places. Touch him in a way that would soothe