Dark and Deadly - Lynn Hagen Page 0,22

was a fucking expert. He’d allowed some bastard to charm him, seduce him, to let Ash feel like the luckiest man in the world before he’d stabbed Ash’s heart and shattered it.

He’d trusted the wrong guy and had become jaded from the experience. That was why Ash did only one-night stands. He refused to invest his heart in anyone. He didn’t have a choice now, even if he and Ryan were off to a rocky start.

But Ash saw the uncertainty in Ryan, the insecurities, an almost boyish innocence to the man that he tried to keep hidden under an armor of jabbing words and surliness.

“Did I fall asleep?” Warren shot up as though going to sleep was a sign of weakness. “I didn’t mean to. Are we still going to the diner?”

“What you’re going to do is get some rest while Ryan finishes cooking.” Ash reached for the snap of Warren’s pants. “I’ll wake you when the food is done.”

“But Ryan can’t cook.” Warren lifted his hips and allowed Ash to shimmy his pants down his thin, pale legs that held a smattering of hair. They were the perfect legs to wrap around someone’s waist while being fucked. “I’ve had his cooking. Have you?”

“How badly can he mess up eggs and toast?” Ash reached for Warren’s shirt and lifted it over his head, tossing it aside. Warren’s reedy chest made Ash want to run his palms over it, to tweak those nipples that were already hard, to suck on each of them until Warren was moaning and begging.

“You’ll see.” Warren looked up at him, and Ash’s cock went from flaccid to hard as nails in a matter of seconds, pounding under his gown, tenting the material to show Warren just how much he wanted the human.

Warren’s gaze fell to where Ash’s cock was poking at the gown. He smiled. “How can you make a hospital gown look so damn sexy?”

Ash grunted. “I feel like I’m wearing a damn dress.”

Warren nibbled on his lower lip. Watching his teeth catch his lip wasn’t helping the situation. Ash was trying to be a gentleman, trying to make sure Warren got the sleep he needed, trying not to rip off the damn gown and join him in bed.

“Then maybe you should take it off.” Warren looked up at him from under his thick lashes, his jade-green eyes growing dark with pure lust. Ash stood there, unmoving as Warren rose to his knees and slipped from the bed. He circled around Ash, untying the back of the gown and pushing it off Ash’s shoulders.

Warren came back around and looked Ash up and down. The front of the gown was doing nothing to hide his chest and groin, or his erection. It stood at full salute, throbbing, aching for Warren to wrap his soft-looking lips around the head.

As if reading his mind, Warren lowered to his knees. Ash’s cock jerked as he waited to see what Warren would do next.

Warren palmed his balls as he used his other hand to grip Ash’s dick. He licked at the head, his pink tongue sliding across to draw the pre-cum into his mouth. Ash hissed, running a hand over Warren’s blond hair, and clenched his jaw at the fervent need to come.

Ash normally didn’t have an easy trigger, but the sight of Warren on his knees with Ash’s cock between his lips and the way he massaged Ash’s nuts was getting to be too much.

He cupped Warren’s chin, ran the tips of his fingers over the smooth flesh, knowing that his mate had finally given in to the pull, the obsessive need to be near your mate, to please them in any way.

Warren’s scent of pure sunshine, of warmth, and the smell of honey clung to the air, and Ash drew in a shuddering breath, telling himself over and over again to gain control of his body. He was so damn close already.

“You are a beautiful creature,” Ash said as he brushed his knuckles over Warren’s cheeks. “Suck me, sweetheart.”

Ash’s fingers caressed Warren’s jaw, almost begging his mate to show him just what he could do with his lips. Warren leaned forward, engulfing Ash’s cock into his mouth. Ash groaned out his pleasure as Warren swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Warren laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Ash’s desires.

“So perfect,” Ash groaned. His orgasm was cresting, and Ash could no longer