stuck in this damn office all day while Haley tortures me with flower arrangements and pumpkin pie recipes while you spend your days wrestling with your enforcers.”
“I prefer the word training.” Andrei raised a brow. He leaned lazily against the edge of Kirill’s desk and crossed his arms over his wide chest. The thin brown shirt he wore stretched almost obscenely over his drool-worthy muscles. And the bulge hidden behind the fly of his worn jeans... yum.
Kirill licked his lips. “Come to think of it, why are you so clean? And you smell of sandalwood. Usually, after you’ve been training, you visit me all dirty, smelly, and bloody.” Kirill didn’t mind. Rugged Andrei, fresh from training, never failed to turn him on.
Andrei leaned down and reached for the handle on the bottom drawer of Kirill’s desk. He grinned as he slowly slid it open. “Today’s a special day. Check your calendar.”
Kirill huffed as he watched Andrei root around the drawer. “What? Did you make a sex on desk with my mate entry?”
“Nah.” Andrei pulled out a bottle of lube, shook it, and eyed the clear liquid critically. “Although I considered it, since we haven’t had much one-on-one time lately. Does lube have an expiration date?” He frowned.
Growling, Kirill snatched the bottle from Andrei’s grip and stood. “Over the past few months, twelve new businesses have opened in town. At least once a week bears who want to move to Paw’s Cove request to join the clan. And five new houses are under construction on clan lands even as we speak. Some members of the clan have had trouble accepting me, so I’ve had to work extra hard to convince them we’re a good team.” Kirill opened the bottle and sniffed the content. “Of course we haven’t had much us time. And Mary—”
Andrei cupped his face and tilted it up. “I know it hasn’t been easy, honey muffin.”
Closing his eyes, Kirill snuggled against his mate. “But so worth it. Loving you, falling asleep and waking up beside you, is worth all the trouble.”
“I love you, too.” Andrei kissed him, softly at first but with rising urgency. “Need you,” he said against Kirill’s mouth. He nipped Kirill’s lip as he pushed between him and the desk.
“Take me. I’m yours.” Kirill flexed his hips, teasing his hardness against the bulge in Andrei’s pants.
“Nope.” Andrei waggled his eyebrows. “You need some stress release.” He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Kirill’s jeans and quickly unsnapped the button fly. “And that’s exactly what I’ll give you.” Andrei lowered to his knees and quickly peeled down Kirill’s jeans. “Damn, those are tight.” He laughed when he finally freed Kirill and his prick bobbed freely.
Kirill ran his fingers through Andrei’s messy black hair and tugged at the strands. “Sucking now, fashion tips later.”
Andrei looked up at him and slowly licked the head of Kirill’s cock. “Sucking’s not all you want, right?” He blew over the wet tip, closed his lips around it, and suckled.
Kirill shuddered and tightened his hold on Andrei’s hair. “Shit.” He thrust forward into the hot, wet cavern of his mate’s mouth. He growled when Andrei choked. “Not so smug now, are you?”
Andrei moaned and grabbed Kirill’s ass cheeks. He took a deep breath, then sucked Kirill to the base until his nose touched the smooth skin of his groin. When he came up for air he coughed. “Damn, I love it when you’re rough with me.”
Kirill’s control snapped. Holding Andrei by the hair, he bent his head back and leaned over him. “Get up, take your pants off, and lean over my desk.”
The grin on Andrei’s face told him that had been exactly what he wanted. Andrei stood and had his pants around his ankles in a couple of seconds. When he leaned over the table, Kirill got another surprise.
“Fuck.” Kirill gripped the base of his cock and squeezed.
Andrei winked at him over his shoulder. “I’m all stretched and prepped for you, love.” He wriggled his ass.
Kirill slid one hand under his mate’s thin shirt, admiring the play of muscle under his smooth skin. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of the black plug peeking from Andrei’s hole.
Andrei grunted, his back straining when Kirill wriggled the plug. “Please.”
“A begging alpha,” Kirill mused. “I love you so damn much. By the way...” He carefully worked the plug out and placed it on his desk. He rubbed his thumb over the stretched rim of Andrei’s hole. “What mysterious appointment in my day