His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,18

things had ended, he was pretty sure Ava wanted to stay; she just needed time to heal. So young and already had to go through so much—it made his blood boil. Morgan’s old pack had two strikes against it. Hurting Kenny’s mate was one, and traumatizing Ava was second. Already Kenny was feeling protective of the teenager as if she were his own child.

“You didn’t finish eating. Want to go back to the kitchen?”

Morgan shook his head. “I’d rather go to bed.”

Kenny interlocked their fingers as they made their way up the stairs and to their bedroom. Kenny stripped Morgan’s clothes off, making sure to put them in the basket, and then placed a kiss to Morgan’s forehead. He moved over to the bed and fixed the sheets and the blanket, smoothed out the wrinkles, and folded it back. Neat and in order. Morgan hadn’t said one thing while Kenny straightened up, but once Kenny was happy with it, Morgan made his way over to the bed.

Morgan yawned and stared longingly at the bed. Kenny couldn’t help himself; he tucked a loose dark strand of Morgan’s hair behind his ear and bent over and captured his mate’s mouth in a slow, heated kiss.

“What was that for?” Morgan asked once they parted.

Kenny pressed their foreheads together. “No reason.”

Morgan nibbled on his bottom lip. “Can um, can we do that again?”

Kenny’s hold tightened around Morgan, and he slowly lowered his lips to his mate’s once again. He hovered over Morgan’s mouth.

“You never have to ask me for a kiss,” Kenny said on a whisper.

Morgan gasped. “But you’re so good at it, and I have no clue.”

Kenny brushed their lips together, making Morgan moan and lean forward, chasing after Kenny.

“I happen to like the way you kiss. So sweet and gentle.” Kenny nipped at Morgan’s lower lip.

A pink tongue came out and swept along Morgan’s bottom lip. Kenny watched it, transfixed.

“Okay.”

Morgan leaned forward, and Kenny let him take charge of the kiss. The moment their lips touched was like magic. Morgan’s tongue, tentative and ever so delicate, flicked against Kenny’s lips. Kenny opened up for his mate, never wanting the moment to end. It was slow, but as seconds ticked by and with each tangle of their tongues, Morgan got bolder. Kenny groaned as Morgan sucked on his tongue all the while rubbing his body up against Kenny. His naked flesh felt divine, and all that smooth ivory skin was on display for Kenny. His hands roamed of their own accord. He cupped the two solid globes in his hands and gently squeezed them. Morgan’s cock dribbled precome, the scent filling the room driving Kenny wild. He barely kept himself in check even while Morgan moaned and whimpered. He wanted Morgan’s first time to be special and phenomenal.

“Ke—nny, I want to touch you,” Morgan moaned out.

Even in his right state of mind, Kenny wouldn’t have been able to deny his mate anything. Kenny took a step back, and they both groaned. He felt cold without Morgan up against him. Morgan breathed heavily, his eyes following Kenny’s hands as he went about getting undressed. Most would just drop their clothes to the floor, and Kenny thought about it. He wanted nothing more than to have his mate back in his arms, but he would think about the pile of clothes on the floor and that would be too distracting. Morgan held his hand out, and Kenny passed over his clothes.

Morgan gave him a wicked smile as he sauntered over to the basket, swaying his hips as he went. Kenny groaned from the sight. Morgan made his way back over to Kenny, and they fell back onto the bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Morgan’s slender fingers were everywhere—they moved up and down Kenny’s chest and neck. A simple touch, and yet it had Kenny’s balls tingling.

One of Morgan’s hands made its way to Kenny’s cock. The moment Morgan touched the hard length, he pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. He looked down and swallowed audibly as he tried to wrap his hand fully around Kenny’s cock. The way Morgan licked his lip and stared hungrily at it was more than Kenny could handle. Morgan slowly moved his hand; it was taking everything in Kenny not to switch them around.

“I—” Morgan shook his head, and a deep red blush covered his chest and up his neck and to his cheeks.

A bead of precome formed at the slit of Kenny’s cock; Morgan’s nostrils flared,