focused Ford was, how determined he seemed to bring Mercy so much pleasure.
As he glided his mouth to Mercy’s hip, Ford worked the rest of Mercy’s clothes off, never breaking contact, the scrape of the day-old scruff on his face creating goosebumps over Mercy’s entire body.
Mercy’s breath caught and his lungs stalled when Ford looked up at him through thick lashes. His green eyes held pure hunger. Christ. Did the guy know how predatory he looked? How he had Mercy seconds away from exploding?
Ford’s hard muscles coiled as he spread Mercy’s legs apart. Ford still watched him with such focus as he parted his lips and sucked Mercy’s cock into his mouth.
Mercy threw his head back and sucked air between his teeth, his legs quivering, his mind melting while he curled his fingers into the bedding.
He was caught up in the moment, consumed by it, burning alive against Ford’s hot skin and devouring mouth. By the time he came, Mercy would be nothing more than a pile of ashes.
Ford glided his hands over Mercy’s inner thighs, the added sensations driving Mercy closer to the edge. This burly man made of pure muscle had Mercy tied in knots, writhing in madness as the pressure inside him mounted.
“F-Ford.” Mercy clenched his teeth, gripped Ford’s hair, and bucked his hips. His senses were shredded. Mercy was a mess of shaking limbs and choppy breaths, consumed beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
White-hot lightning shot up his spine, destroying him as he cried out Ford’s name, his orgasm ripped from him. Mercy went lax, waiting for his mind and body to reboot because Ford had knocked Mercy offline. He couldn’t even form an intelligent thought.
There was nothing but blissful haze surrounding Mercy, a delicious hum radiating through him.
Ford kissed his way up Mercy’s body then smiled—a smile that wrecked Mercy. Gorgeous, straight, white teeth and a look of pure triumph.
Mercy watched as Ford got up and shed his clothes. His mate’s thick, long cock slapped against his stomach as Mercy’s breath hitched.
“That was just the appetizer. Now for the main course.”
“You might have to give me CPR.” Mercy felt languid, boneless, but with a few more kisses, with Ford concentrating on Mercy’s lips, jaw, and neck, his arousal was reignited.
Not that it had fully gone away in the first place.
Ford’s deep, smoky, masculine scented invaded Mercy’s lungs. The man’s touch, no matter how subtle, drove Mercy wild. The scrape of his whiskers. The low groan of Ford’s voice. The way he looked wrapped around Mercy as his muscles bunched and flexed.
There was no doubt in Mercy’s mind that Ford was capable of making him climax again.
“Stashed this earlier today.” Ford reached under the pillow next to Mercy’s head and grabbed the lube he’d purchased from the drugstore. “Wanted it in arm’s reach.”
“Hmm. What do you plan on doing with that?” Mercy brushed his fingers playfully through Ford’s blond hair.
Ford kissed Mercy’s neck before trailing his lips to his ear. “Got some pretty wicked ideas in mind. Want me to show you?”
“Yes,” Mercy hissed.
Ford curled an arm around Mercy’s waist and yanked him close, using his lubed fingers to invade Mercy’s ass, scissoring his fingers and stretching him.
Mercy was crushed against him, writhing, groaning, clutching at Ford’s powerful shoulders. Every single time Ford was near him Mercy melted, even when he had been fighting his attraction, telling himself that he was too afraid to open himself up again.
He shook in his mate’s arms, rocking his body against Ford’s fingers, the fire licking inside of him once more. Ford was like a fierce storm, battering against Mercy’s senses, whipping around Mercy’s feelings until they were a jumbled mess.
Ford kissed him softly, placing Mercy on his back, pulling his fingers free and settling between Mercy’s legs.
His green eyes were intense as he lined the head of his cock against Mercy’s hole. Mercy’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation as he spread his legs farther apart in invitation. Mercy gasped and moaned as the thick length of Ford’s cock entered him, stretching him, sliding in deep.
Ford pulled back and then thrust forward. Mercy felt Ford’s balls slap against his ass and watched his mate’s hard face twist into a grimace of sublime pleasure, his eyes closed, his body arched, tight, tense.
Holy hell. Mercy was enraptured by the expression. Ford’s thick fingers kneaded Mercy’s ass, holding him up at an angle, driving deep with the punch of his hips. Every inch of his muscular body seemed to move, to stroke