Basil (The Brinnswick Chronicles #3) - Michele Notaro Page 0,37

kept kissing him, I might melt into him as much as he was meltin’ into me.

“Hiro, I—”

“Shh.” I cut him off as I pressed my forehead against the side of his neck, taking a breath.

“Hiro, please—”

“Shh.” I cut him off again. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

He paused, then breathed, “I want you. I want this.”

I grunted. “Then keep your mouth shut, baby, unless I say so.” How that baby slipped in there, I’d never know.

He gave me a short nod, but I could see his expression harden as he looked over his shoulder at me. Good. That was what I was looking for. No more of those vulnerable fuckin’ eyes. Still, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips as I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down only far enough to expose his round ass.

After I rubbed a hand over it, I undid my own pants and pulled my cock out. I pressed him to the wall so his cheek was flat and he wouldn’t be able to look down, then I took off one glove where he couldn’t see. I went to spit in my hand, but Basil stopped me without moving his cheek off the brick.

Reaching behind himself, he grabbed my hand and whispered a spell, making my hand slick with lube, then he braced himself against the wall. Not wanting to think about the random spell, I smeared the lube on my hard cock, then buried my fingers in his ass without another word. I wanted to fuck him out of my system, but I didn’t want to truly hurt him, so I started opening him up.

He knocked my hand away after only a minute, so I lined myself up and pushed in, stilling for a moment and breathing against the back of his neck before sliding farther inside his tight heat. I sucked on the skin of his neck, biting and bruising it as I slid all the way in, then stilled again so he could adjust. I didn’t want to be careful, but no matter who he was, I would get no enjoyment out of it if my partner was in pain.

He nudged his ass back, so I leaned away, grabbed his hips, pulled out, and thrust back in, hard. He moaned loudly, so I did it again and again until I knew he could take more. Then I leaned my chest against his back, held his hip tight with my bare hand, and grabbed his hand with my other, slamming it against the brick over his head. He laced our fingers together and pushed back into me.

And then I pounded into him the way I wanted, the way I’d been dreaming of, as I sucked on his neck and ignored the tiny gasps falling from his kiss-bruised lips. I set a punishing pace, putting every bit of my frustration and annoyance into it, every bit of anger toward him. Everything I gave him, he took with pleasurable moans that were making my balls draw up tight.

It was fast and dirty, but he screamed out and painted the wall, his quivering hole sucking an orgasm out of me. I roared as I came, and something in my chest heated in an unexpected way. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes until I opened them to see Basil’s black magic swirling around us.

My chest tightened even as something inside of me started melting. I looked down at the little witch, his magic like a fresh breeze surrounding me, and pieces of the wall I kept around my heart broke off, making me gasp out loud.

I could feel him there in my chest. I. Could. Feel. Him. And every-fuckin-thing he felt was floating through my body.

This man had helped keep me safe for months, and here I was treating him like he was nothing. Like he meant nothing to me.

But that wasn’t fuckin’ true, was it?

He’d gotten under my skin a long time ago, and somehow burrowed even further in.

Maybe he was a witch, yeah, but… he was more than that, too, and I was a freakin’ idiot for not seeing it sooner.

I could feel him. I could feel everything inside of him, and he was so much fuckin’ more than I’d ever imagined. Not only that, but I could feel his soul. And it was beautiful, much like the man himself. The hardened exterior he showed the world was nothing like his interior. His soul was kind and generous and selfless, and it was