Chapter Three #4
Until Rex leaned in closer. “Stop overthinking it,” he murmured. “Just kiss me.”
Harmon didn’t need to be told twice. He closed the gap Rex had left between them, his lips meeting Rex’s in a kiss that started tender.
It was slow and gentle, but as their mouths moved together, the gentleness turned into something deeper and more urgent.
Rex’s hands slid up to cup Harmon’s face, while Harmon’s grip on Rex’s waist tightened in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.
Their fangs grazed each other’s lips in a way that sent a shiver down Harmon’s spine. Rex tasted sweet, something Harmon should have expected since he’d seen him suck on hard lemon candy most of the time they’d spent in the car.
Harmon slid his hands from Rex’s waist to his back, tracing the curve of his spine through the fabric of his hoodie. Rex responded by slipping his hands into Harmon’s hair, tugging slightly.
They broke apart for air, resting their foreheads together. Rex’s voice was barely a whisper, his lips brushing against Harmon’s as he spoke. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
“Me, too,” Harmon admitted. He kissed Rex again, shorter this time. His hands moved to the hem of Rex’s hoodie, fingers skimming the skin hidden under it. “Can I?”
Rex nodded. “Yeah. Please.”
Harmon tugged Rex’s hoodie and the t-shirt beneath it over Rex’s head, letting them fall to the floor. His breath caught as he took in the sight of Rex’s bare chest. He traced a finger along Rex’s collarbone, feeling the faint rise and fall of Rex’s chest as he breathed.
He was beautiful.
Rex’s hands went to Harmon’s shirt. He tugged it off after carefully opening all the buttons, then flattened his palms against Harmon’s chest. Their bare skin pressed together, and Harmon couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped him. The way Rex felt against him was intoxicating.
Their lips met again, this time with even more hunger. Rex’s hands wandered down Harmon’s back, his nails lightly scratching him, while Harmon tangled his fingers into Rex’s hair. The kiss grew messy and slightly desperate. They both needed more.
“Harmon,” Rex breathed. He grabbed Harmon’s hips, curling his fingers into the fabric of his pants.
Harmon didn’t know what Rex wanted to say. He cut him off with another kiss as he reached for the waistband of Rex’s pants. He hesitated before looking into Rex’s eyes for confirmation. Rex nodded, and Harmon’s fingers trembled as he began to undo the buttons.
They barely stopped kissing as they undressed each other. When they were finally naked, Harmon raked his gaze over Rex’s body, taking in every detail—the curve of his shoulders, the muscles of his chest, the dark hair leading down from his stomach to his cock.
Rex reached for Harmon. His hands were warm against Harmon’s skin, and Harmon wanted more, so he allowed Rex to pull him into another kiss. This one was slower, as if they were savoring the moment. Harmon definitely was.
Rex’s lips trailed down Harmon’s neck, making him shiver.
“You’re beautiful,” Harmon told him. He wanted Rex to know.
Rex paused, lifting his head to meet Harmon’s gaze. His gaze was soft, filled with something Harmon couldn’t quite name.
“So are you,” Rex replied. He kissed Harmon again, cupping his face. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Harmon’s chest tightened. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and instead pulled Rex closer.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other, and even though mates weren’t a thing, no matter what the romance novels said, right now, he wished it was true.
He wanted Rex to be his mate, to have the certainty that he wouldn’t lose him and that they could weather whatever came next.
Rex’s lips moved to Harmon’s collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin in a way that made Harmon’s breath catch. Rex’s fingers skimmed over the curve of Harmon’s hip, headed lower, and Harmon couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips.
“Rex,” he whispered.
Harmon gripped Rex’s shoulders, his nails digging slightly into the soft skin there. Rex didn’t react. He continued kissing down Harmon’s body, and Harmon closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as Rex’s touch sent waves of pleasure through his body.
“Rex,” Harmon gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Rex pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting Harmon’s. “What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you,” Harmon answered.
Rex’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded. “Then take me,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability that Harmon hadn’t seen before.
Harmon leaned in to kiss him. Rex’s hands moved to Harmon’s waist, gripping him tightly as he pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed together, but Harmon needed more.
Harmon’s hands roamed over Rex’s body, mapping out every inch he could touch, committing it to memory even though he was sure this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
He wouldn’t be able to go his own way once the night was over.
He needed his fill of Rex, and he suspected it would take a long time—maybe forever—until he had it.
Rex arched his body toward Harmon’s. Harmon’s breath caught in his throat. He’d waited years for this, even though he hadn’t known he was. He trailed his lips down Rex’s neck, and Rex’s hands tightened in his hair.
“Do it,” Rex urged, his voice trembling. “Bite me.”
Harmon only hesitated for a moment before his fangs sank into Rex’s neck.
The taste of blood filled his mouth, rich and intoxicating, and Rex’s body arched again, a cry escaping his lips.
Harmon drank deeply, holding Rex close when he felt Rex’s knees buckle.
He cradled Rex close, touched by the trust Rex had given him.
When he finally pulled away, Rex’s eyes were glazed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I think I need to sit down,” he said.
Harmon chuckled. “How about you lie down? We’ll be more comfortable.”
Rex’s lips curled into a smile. “Whatever you want.”
Harmon guided Rex toward the bed, pausing only long enough to grab lube from his bag—he was glad he’d been hopeful when he’d packed.
He followed Rex down when he dropped onto the mattress and hovered over him for a moment, unsure where to start.
He wanted to touch Rex everywhere at once, but he only had two hands.
He also had lips and a tongue, though.
He brushed his fingers down Rex’s thighs, feeling the tension in the muscles there. Rex’s breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly. Harmon pressed a kiss to Rex’s chest, then trailed his lips down his chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple. That earned him a soft moan, but it wasn’t enough yet.
“You’re beautiful,” Harmon murmured, his lips moving lower, pressing soft kisses along Rex’s abdomen. “Every inch of you.”
Rex’s fingers clenched in the sheets as if he was restraining himself from touching Harmon. “Harmon,” he breathed out.
Harmon’s lips reached the space where Rex’s thigh met his groin. Rex’s hips jerked up, but Harmon moved his hands to hold him still before he pressed a soft kiss to the base of Rex’s cock.
“Please,” Rex whispered. “Harmon, I need you.”
Harmon’s gaze met Rex’s. “Anything you want.” He wasn’t kidding. Right now, he’d give Rex anything he asked for.
“Just do something, please,” Rex said, his voice firm, almost like an order.
Harmon wrapped his lips around the tip of Rex’s cock, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head.
Rex gasped, his hips lifting slightly, urging Harmon on.
Harmon held him down as he took him deeper, swirling his tongue around the shaft.
He didn’t want to start gagging, and it had been a while since he’d last done this.
Harmon pulled back to trail kisses along the length of Rex’s cock.
At the same time, it took him a moment to find where he’d dropped the lube, but once he did, he didn’t waste time.
He slicked his fingers, slid his fingers toward Rex’s entrance, his hands trembling slightly, and pushed one inside Rex.
Rex reached for Harmon, and Harmon went. His heart raced as he leaned in to kiss Rex again. Their bodies pressed together, and he never wanted to let go.
He took care of prepping Rex as thoroughly as he could. Eventually, Rex was squirming under him, clearly ready for more. Harmon was relieved because he didn’t know how long he could’ve continued without starting to hump the mattress.
He finally slid his fingers out of Rex and settled between his legs. He looked up at Rex, searching his face for any hint of hesitation, but found only trust and anticipation. It was breathtaking.
“Ready?” he asked.
Rex nodded. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice steady despite the way his body tensed.
Harmon kissed Rex as he began to push into him. The sensation was overwhelming, but Harmon kept his movements slow and deliberate as he kept an eye on Rex’s reactions.
Rex dug his fingers into Harmon’s shoulders. “Harmon,” he murmured.
Harmon leaned in, pressing his forehead to Rex’s as they moved. The rhythm was slow at first, building gradually as they lost themselves in their shared pleasure. Every move, every kiss, felt like a promise they couldn’t say out loud.
Harmon gripped Rex’s hips as he moved, his pace quickening slightly as the tension between them reached its peak and pleasure uncoiled in his groin.
Harmon’s lips found Rex’s neck without him thinking about it. He grazed the skin there with his teeth, fighting to maintain control. His thrusts grew more urgent, his body trembling with the effort to hold back as he focused on Rex’s pleasure.
Rex’s eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back as his breathing grew ragged.
Harmon slipped a hand between them, his fingers brushing over Rex’s cock before he wrapped them around it.
A few pulls were enough to push him over the edge.
Rex’s body shuddered, and a low, guttural sound escaped his lips as he came.
Harmon could finally come, too. He fucked Rex through his orgasm as he barreled toward his. He let go of Rex’s cock and focused on himself, shuddering when Rex wrapped his arms around him.
When Rex bit Harmon’s neck, Harmon’s control snapped. He cried out and thrust his hips one last time as his cock pulsed inside Rex, filling him with Harmon’s seed.
Harmon’s movements slowed. He pressed his face into Rex’s neck and felt Rex’s fangs slide out of his flesh. Rex’s hands moved to Harmon’s face, guiding him up for a kiss that was soft and tasted of blood. “You’re amazing,” Rex whispered.
Harmon’s heart still raced as he leaned into Rex’s touch. “So are you,” he breathed. He had no idea what the future held when it came to the dragon clan and his coven, but he knew who he wanted by his side as he found out.