Donnchadh - Lynn Hagen Page 0,4

really about to get laid. Getty had even stashed a condom and a packet lube in his wallet. He prayed Donnchadh was well worth it, too. There was nothing worse than a hot guy who didn’t know how to use his dick.

Chapter Two

As soon as they walked through the motel door, Donny slid in behind the human and grabbed his hips, pulling Getty’s back to his chest. He bent to nibble along Getty’s jaw, but the height difference was killing his neck, so he maneuvered Getty toward the bed.

And damn, the guy was all for whatever they were about to do. He dropped onto the bed and pawed at Donny to join him. Donny hadn’t been looking for someone to fuck tonight. He’d just wanted to get away, to lose himself in a sea of nameless faces, and to forget yet another warrior had found his mate.

There had just been something about Getty that called to him. It could’ve been the fact that the human looked just as lost as Donny had felt. Two lost, miserable souls trying to forget that life was a bitch sometimes.

And now they were about to get lost in each other. Donny slid his hands into Getty’s, intertwined their fingers, and raised Getty’s hands above his head. Now he was stretched out for Donny as Donny took tiny nips at the human’s jaw, his neck, his earlobe.

Getty’s breath hitched, and then he let out a long moan, wriggling under Donny, squeezing his fingers, which squeezed Donny’s. Getty’s whimpers were almost desperate as he sucked Donny’s tongue into his mouth.

This was exactly what Donny needed to forget what had happened to him a month ago, how it had taken that long to recover from his hellhound attack. To feel alive. To feel his heart racing and knowing this human wanted Donny just as much as Donny wanted him. There were no hellhound bites, no savage fighting, and no black ooze pouring out of him.

Just sweat, moans, begging whimpers, and the two of them desperate to find release. A hard cock pressed against Donny’s stomach, his own cock straining to be unleashed.

Donny slanted his head, devouring Getty’s mouth, grinding their cocks together before he reared back, panting, his chest rising and falling quickly, staring down at Getty’s kiss-swollen lips.

Donny tore his shirt over his head, keeping his back to Getty, keeping the deep gashes that Phoenyx had been unable to heal away from the human’s eyes, away from questions he might ask or pity he might give.

Getty gazed up at him, his eyes glassy, a crooked smile on his face. Donny ran his hands under his lover’s shirt and tweaked his nipples while biting into his own bottom lip.

Getty shivered and groaned as his eyelids fluttered closed. That was exactly what Donny wanted to see, the way he made his lovers feel. The look of pleasure on their faces. The way they grabbed for him, wanting more.

“Take your shirt off, handsome.”

Getty wiggled until his shirt was over his head and floating to the floor. Donny leaned in, suckling the hard nub between his teeth, lavishing the pebbled skin with his tongue.

He trapped Getty’s hands when the human tried to run them through Donny’s hair. He wanted the guy to know off the bat who was in charge, who was running this, though he planned on bringing Getty so much pleasure.

“But the dreads are so pretty,” Getty panted. “I want to touch them.”

Donny nipped Getty’s chest. “Sorry, babe. No one touches the dreads.”

Donny got that a lot, people coming up to him, asking to touch, and some, with no fucking manners, touching without even asking. He took great pride in his hair, and fuck, it was just rude.

But maybe, with this hot little number squirming under him, Donny would make an exception.

Donny let a growl rumble in the back of his throat. “Go ahead, shorty. Just don’t pull.”

With a wide grin, Getty smoothed his hand down Donny’s dreads. “They’re so soft.”

“And so are you.” Donny wiggled his brows. He pulled himself from the bed and finished undressing. His cock jutted out, hard, pre-cum at the slit.

Getty rolled to his hands and knees, looking so seductive that Donny wasn’t sure he could hold out. He was tempted to flip the man and fuck him until they both couldn’t walk.

But he breathed out slowly, allowing the simmering heat to build into a roaring fire as Getty crawled to him and enveloped Donny’s cock with his lips.

“Shit,” Donny hissed. He stroked