Huntsman - Morgan Brice Page 0,44

one fan.” Russ reached over to lay his hand over Liam’s.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Liam replied. “You know, I think the biggest thing I learned—and what I see a lot of the students come away with—is that you can be scared to do something, and if you pretend you’re playing a character who’s brave, you can be brave too.”

Russ kept the conversation light throughout dinner, trading funny stories and comparing notes on movies and TV shows. He could see Liam relaxing and felt his wolf’s approval.

When dinner was over, Liam offered to lend a hand as Russ cleared the table. “Let me help,” Liam said. “That way, it’s done, and you don’t have to think about it again.”

Russ didn’t try to argue. He liked maneuvering around Liam in the cabin’s kitchen, working in sync as if they’d been doing this for years. Like Liam belongs here.

Liam dried his hands as he finished the last of the dishes. Russ came up behind him and slipped his arms around Liam’s waist, snuggling close behind him. Liam leaned back against him, letting his head fall against Russ’s chest. Russ shifted his hips so that his erection slotted between the firm cheeks of Liam’s ass.

“I’ve been hard for you all the way through dinner,” Russ murmured, bending his head to breathe in Liam’s scent, loving the shiver that went through Liam’s whole body. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I like feeling good.” Liam’s voice had gone breathy, and he pushed back against Russ, leaving no question about his interest.

Russ turned Liam in his arms, and kissed him, starting with his lips, then both eyelids, his cheekbones, nose, and chin. He cupped his hand around Liam’s prominent bulge, and let his thumb stroke down the hard line.

“I want to taste you.” Russ’s voice had become a low growl. “That okay?”

“Yes,” Liam’s voice had changed pitch, a bit more of a yip. “Please, Russ.”

Russ dropped to his knees, and nosed along Liam’s groin through his jeans, running his hands down strong thighs and then around to give that pert ass a good squeeze. He unbuckled Liam’s belt and tugged his zipper open before pushing the jeans down to his ankles.

Liam’s stiff cock strained against the fabric of his briefs, which were already damp with evidence of his arousal. Russ inhaled Liam’s scent, rubbing his cheek against the cloth, then mouthing his way up Liam’s prick from bottom to top, breathing out through his mouth in warm puffs that made Liam buck and wriggle.

“Want you, Russ.”

Russ hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled down, exposing his mate’s fine package. The last time they’d been together, Russ had gotten to touch, but he didn’t get a good view. Now, he could look all he wanted, taking in the elegant, slim length, the uncut tip, and the nest of russet hair.

He pushed his face against Liam, as a low rumble in his throat made his desire clear. He gripped Liam’s hips, holding him in place, firm but not tightly enough to bruise, although the idea of marking his mate had a visceral appeal.

“I love your scent.” Russ kissed the cleft of Liam’s groin before making his way over to the beautiful shaft, then going lower, to lick at his balls and suck each one into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue.

“Oh God, Russ,” Liam moaned, sinking his hands into Russ’s hair.

Russ released Liam’s balls and licked his way up Liam’s cock with the flat of his tongue, then swirled around the head, tasting his pre-come, making sure to press the tip into his sensitive slit. Russ bobbed up, and this time he swallowed Liam down in one move, taking him to the root. He moaned as the knob of Liam’s cock hit the back of his throat.

“Holy shit,” Liam yelped, hips bucking. Russ held him in place, rising and then sinking down again. He hummed as he hollowed his cheeks, loving the sounds that vibration drew from Liam, relishing the chance to give his mate pleasure.

He let his tongue stroke the velvet length, tracing the vein, swirling and lapping until all Liam could do was moan.

“Russ…I’m gonna—” Liam tried to pull back, but Russ held on and added the slight scrape of teeth. A second later, Liam’s warm load shot down his throat, and Russ swallowed it, relishing his taste. He took it all, then lapped at the head of Liam’s over-sensitive cock to get the very last drops.

He looked up and nearly lost it