The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,87

his hand sliding down Marcus’s body to settle on his hip.

He listened more closely, but it sounded like Robson was breathing deeply and evenly enough to still be asleep.

He was conflicted. On the one hand, he knew his mate needed his sleep. Peering over, he caught sight of the alarm clock and was surprised to find it was only just after ten, so he’d only been asleep a few hours. Sighing, he slowly turned over in Robson’s arms and stared at his sleeping mate in the dark of the room.

On the other hand, his wolf was still pretty close to the surface and he… wanted. All day, Marcus had been doing his best to focus on his work, but he’d suddenly see Robson’s hand in his mind and remember his words. He’d never considered the fact that they could use an alternative to the typical knot so Robson could claim his body like Marcus could his.

And he definitely hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the toys Robson had mentioned. If there were knotting ones, were there others? Would Robson be open to… playing with other toys?

Just thinking about it had Marcus’s cock leaking in excitement. A tiny voice in his head whispered that he should be embarrassed about thinking about such things, but he silenced it. Robson was his mate; anything they did together would be beautiful because it was between them.

Oh so slowly, he placed his hands on Robson’s body and guided him onto his back, grinning when Robson went easily without waking. One of his thick, muscular thighs was cocked out to the side, and Marcus took the space it created between Robson’s legs as an invitation, climbing over Robson’s body and settling against him.

He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to explore his mate’s body that morning, so he took his chance then, starting at the hollow of Robson’s throat and working his way down, kissing and licking as he went. He paid special attention to his mate’s nipples, smirking at the groans Robson let out when he nipped lightly at them.

By the time he was licking the ridges of Robson’s abs, he was certain his mate was awake even though his breathing had barely changed and his eyes were still closed. He wasn’t sure why Robson was pretending to stay asleep, but he’d play along for a while longer. Moving lower, he steered clear of Robson’s cock and detoured to one of his hips, kissing and then sucking a hickey into the thin skin over the bone.

When Robson’s thighs twitched, Marcus glanced up and saw that Robson had a fist in his mouth to stop himself from making any sounds. “That’s cheating,” he whispered right against the spot where Robson’s groin met his thigh, the scent of his mate so thick there that it was making him light-headed.

“Didn’t want to disturb your fun,” Robson said, lowering his hand and raising his head a little.

Marcus smiled as he darted his tongue out to lick one of Robson’s testicles, pride filling him at the sharp breath Robson sucked in. “It’s much more fun now because I can actually touch the parts of you I really wanted to.”

Chuckling, Robson folded an arm behind his head and raised a brow. “Oh, what parts are those?”

He could feel a blush growing on his face but held his mate’s gaze. “I want to suck you. Is that okay?”

Robson’s face softened and his other hand came up to cup Marcus’s cheek. “Of course. We’re mates—that pretty much gives you carte blanche to my dick, I think.”

Marcus knew he meant it as a joke, but he shook his head anyway. He’d had the lesson of consent drilled into him since he was old enough to know what arousal smelled like. “Consent can’t be given with scent or assumptions; it has to be verbalized.”

The grin Robson gave him was so wide it resplit his puffy lip, a drop of blood welling up. The reminder of how well his mate had defended him caused a shiver to rush down Marcus’s spine.

“This is me verbally consenting to you touching my dick whenever you want.”

Marcus crawled up his body and licked at the blood, humming at the sharp coppery taste. “What about when you’re sleeping?” he murmured against Robson’s lips.

“As long as you wake me before the finale, I’m all good with you getting the party started while I’m still asleep, cariño.”

Shuddering at the idea of spending the rest of his life waking Robson with soft kisses