The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,88
and blow jobs, he sealed their mouths together, licking inside with a moan. When he pulled away, Robson was kneading one of his ass cheeks.
“My kinky puppy,” Robson panted, pressing his wet lips against Marcus’s throat under his beard.
Groaning, he tipped his head farther back even as he swatted at Robson’s chest. “’M not a puppy.”
“Tell that to your cuddly wolf,” Robson said, nipping at Marcus’s throat hard enough to make him keen. “Good spot, huh?”
“I want… I want to suck you, but then will you claim me?” He could barely focus as Robson continued to assault his neck and jaw.
“Mmm, whatever you want. Just tell me how to do it.”
Scrambling, he fumbled to grab one of Robson’s large hands and bring it up between them. Robson raised a brow, then groaned when Marcus kissed his palm before sucking one of his long fingers into his mouth.
“Fuck, cariño.”
“Will you… use your hand? Like you said this morning? I want to feel how you’ll… knot me with it.” He pressed kisses all over Robson’s hand but kept an eye on him through his lashes, nervous when it seemed like Robson was frozen, though the scent of his arousal was still thick in the air. Then Robson used the hand Marcus was kissing to grip the back of his neck and bring their faces close together.
“Are you sure? I’m not saying I don’t want to,” he rushed to add when Marcus started to answer. “But that’ll be intense for your first time, mi amor. We don’t have to jump right to fisting.”
Fisting. Marcus shuddered at the word on his mate’s tongue. He still preferred to think of it as Robson knotting him in his own way, but the naughty word sent electricity shooting through his whole body.
Swallowing, he nodded slowly. “I know. I just… I have these herbs from Damien, so we can bite each other if you want, but it feels important to me and my wolf to give my whole body to you this way. To trust you and… submit to you. To give myself completely to you and our mating.”
Eyes narrowing, Robson studied his face closely, then nodded. “Okay. We’re going to have a conversation about what the hell you mean by ‘herbs,’ but it can wait.”
“Later,” Marcus murmured, pressing a sweet, wet kiss to Robson’s mouth. Pulling away, he scooted back down, planting a kiss here and there on Robson’s body but mostly focused on getting back to his destination.
Robson hummed and spread his legs wider. “Yeah, later. After you suck my cock and I use my hand to knot your ass, right, cariño?”
Marcus shuddered but didn’t bother responding verbally. Instead, he dove right in, sucking first one then the other ball into his mouth, running his tongue over them and gripping his mate’s hairy thighs tightly.
He spent several long minutes sucking and licking until his spit was running down into the crack of Robson’s ass and his hips were twitching sporadically, muscles tense under Marcus’s hands.
“Unless you want this to end a lot quicker than either of us planned, you better move things along,” Robson said, voice tight and growly.
Grinning up at his flushed mate, he scooted up just a little so he could more easily reach the head of his cock, grabbing the wide base with one hand and using his other to prop himself up. Robson’s foreskin was pulled nearly all the way back, revealing the wet, red tip to Marcus’s watering mouth.
“Cariño,” Robson rasped when Marcus got transfixed, trying to figure out what he wanted to do first.
He smiled, shooting his mate an apologetic look, then leaned down, took the whole head into his mouth, and sucked. The tangy taste of his mate’s precome exploded on his tongue, and he moaned, knowing immediately he’d never be able to get enough of the addictive flavor.
When he started using his fist to stroke up and down on the shaft and his tongue to play with the edge of Robson’s foreskin, his mate shouted out a couple words in Spanish that Marcus was pretty sure his mom would wash his mouth out with soap for if she ever heard.
He was just starting to find his rhythm, bobbing his head up and down as he took in a little more and giving the base of Robson’s dick a squeeze on his downstrokes, when his mate released an impressive growl and grabbed his biceps, pulling him up his body until they were face-to-face.