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moving. “Do you want me to stop, then?”
Noel turned his head to glare at his mate. “Don’t you dare.”
Roark laughed and started moving his fingers again. “That’s what I thought. Don’t fall asleep on me, though.”
“Why? Did you have more plans for me? I’m kind of tired.”
“Too tired for me?”
“I suppose it depends on what you have in mind.”
As an answer, Roark tilted his hips forward. He was naked, like Noel, and he was hard. His cock glided against the skin of Noel’s lower back and his buttocks, and Noel sighed in pleasure. “Maybe not too tired.”
Roark leaned forward until his lips brushed against Noel’s ear. “You don’t have to do anything. Just stay there. Don’t move. I’ll take care of you.”
He always did, and this time wasn’t any different.
Roark moved away, but Noel stayed where he was. He listened to the sounds his mate made with a smile on his face. He recognized the opening and closing of the nightstand drawer, and he knew exactly what Roark was planning. He’d learned his mate since they’d first met.
When Roark touched Noel again, his fingers were slick with lube. He didn’t pry Noel’s ass cheeks apart but instead coated the inside of his thighs, then climbed on top of him again. Noel pressed his legs together and raised his hips, and Roark slid a hand under his body, wrapping his fingers around Noel’s cock. That and the pressure of Roark’s cock between his thighs, stroking and pushing against his balls and his taint every time Roark thrust back and forth, was more than enough to bring Noel to completion.
They didn’t need to fuck every night. This was just as good, just as close and intimate as penetration.
And it was easier to clean up, something for which Noel was glad, since he’d just showered.
Chapter Two
Armand knew he was bouncing rather than walking, and he didn’t even care. Today was Halloween, and he loved Halloween.
It wasn’t only because he got to shift into whoever and whatever he wanted, at least not this year. No, this year, he was thinking bigger. When Griffith had volunteered him to help organize a party for his shelter kids, he’d jumped on the opportunity. He missed the kids he’d saved from that warehouse, even though two of them still lived with him and the others at the warehouse. He wanted to do more good stuff, to help more, and while he supposed some people would say he did more than enough through his job, some days, it didn’t feel like it.
Armand didn’t mind being an assassin. He didn’t mind killing people, not when those people more than deserved it. Hell, he’d have gladly killed some of them twice if he could have. But he couldn’t, and while ridding the world of them was a good thing, he wanted to do more.
Armand had been lucky to find a new family when he left the lab, but the kids at the shelter hadn’t had that luck. They’d lived on the streets because of something they couldn’t change, which was a bit like the parents kicking their kids out because they were shifters. It wasn’t something that was chosen, and it wasn’t something anyone could change. They all needed support, and Armand was more than happy to volunteer, even if it was only for a party.
The fact that it was Halloween and that he got to help decorate the place Roark had rented was a bonus.
Armand walked toward the office to get the keys to the banquet space. It wasn’t big, nowhere near the biggest one in the building, but then, it didn’t need to be, since there weren’t that many kids at the shelter. They probably could have organized everything there, but Griffith had thought it would be nice for the kids to leave the shelter for one evening, under plenty of supervision. They spent most of their time there, between studying and looking for work.
Besides, Graham had demanded a decent kitchen space when he’d agreed to take care of the food for the party, and from what Griffith had said, the kitchen at the shelter was barely enough to cook for the group of kids staying there.
Armand pushed open the door and grinned at the man behind the counter. “Hello! I’m here about one of the banquet spaces you rent, the smaller one. We reserved it for the day.”
The man frowned. “You didn’t get my message?”
That didn’t sound good. “What message?”
“The one where I told you that there was