Chapter Sixteen
The bedroom materialized around them, all dark wood and soft lighting, but Ewen barely registered his surroundings.
Lamont’s mouth was on his, demanding and possessive, and Ewen let his body go limp, knowing Lamont would never let go of him.
He’d never been kissed like he was something precious and necessary all at once.
When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Ewen realized his feet weren’t even touching the ground. Lamont held him effortlessly, hands under his thighs, and the demonstration of strength sent another spike of heat through him.
“Perhaps you could put me down, so I can get my clothes off?” Ewen managed.
“Nope.” Lamont’s eyes had gone dark, pupils blown wide. “I want to do that for you.”
He set Ewen on the edge of the massive bed and knelt between his legs.
The position should’ve made Ewen feel vulnerable, exposed, but instead, he felt special in a totally unique way.
Lamont’s hands were steady as they worked the buttons of Ewen’s shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders with deliberate care.
“Beautiful,” Lamont murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Ewen’s collarbone. “I’ve wanted to do this since I found you.”
“You’ve had three nights.” Ewen’s voice came out breathier than he intended. “Could’ve done it anytime.”
“I needed for you to heal. That was for my sake.” Another kiss, this time lower, over his sternum. “And you needed to be ready. That was for yours. But I’m not stopping now unless you tell me to.”
Lamont’s hands moved to Ewen’s belt, and Ewen lifted his hips to help. The pants disappeared in one smooth motion, leaving him completely bare. He fought the urge to cover himself, to hide the fact that his cock was already hard and leaking.
Lamont sat back on his heels, just looking, and Ewen’s face heated.
“Stop staring,” he muttered.
“I can’t help it.” Lamont’s hand wrapped around Ewen’s ankle, his thumb stroking the delicate bone there. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m skinny and pale. I need some time in the sun.”
“You’re perfect,” Lamont repeated, and kissed the inside of Ewen’s knee.
Ewen’s breath caught. He’d never been with anyone in such an intimate setting.
There hadn’t been one time in his life when he’d ever let himself be so vulnerable.
Sure, there’d been a few fumbled encounters in college, some making out in dark corners of bars, but nothing that went beyond hands and mouths.
He’d always told himself it was because he was too busy, too focused on his career, but the truth was a lot simpler.
He’d grown up knowing he would have a mate one day and, consciously or subconsciously, Ewen realized he’d been waiting for this…he’d been waiting for Lamont.
Lamont worked his way up Ewen’s thigh with lips and tongue, sending shivers up and down Ewen’s spine.
His hands fisted in the bedding as his body tried to process so much pleasure in one go.
When Lamont reached the crease where thigh met groin, Ewen couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped him as Lamont’s chin bumped his balls.
“Lamont…”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Lamont looked up, and there was such heat in his gaze that Ewen felt scorched by it. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not enough,” Ewen admitted, the words tumbling out. “I want…I need…”
He didn’t know how to finish that sentence. For someone who made his living with words, he didn’t have the vocabulary for the hunger clawing through him. His fox was pacing, eager and impatient, wanting to claim their mate, and not understanding why they were waiting.
Fortunately, Lamont seemed to understand anyway.
He pressed a kiss to Ewen’s hip bone, then moved higher, his sinful mouth closing over one nipple while his hand found the other.
Ewen arched into the touch, overwhelmed by sensation.
Lamont worked him methodically, thoroughly, until Ewen was gasping and trembling.
“Still with me?” Lamont’s voice was rough, strained.
“Yes. Gods, yes.” Ewen reached for Lamont’s shirt, tugging at it. “Too many clothes. You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Lamont pulled back long enough to strip, and Ewen’s mouth went dry.
He’d seen Lamont’s hound form, who was a massive, powerful, and beautiful beast, but Lamont as a man had a different kind of powerful beauty.
Thick muscle and golden skin as far as the eye could see, and when Ewen’s gaze dropped lower, his eyes widened.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit.”
Lamont’s laugh was low and warm. “It will. I promise. We’re made for each other.” He settled back between Ewen’s legs, hands stroking soothingly up and down his thighs. “But we’re going to take our time. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I trust you.” And Ewen did, completely, even though a flutter of nervousness moved through his stomach.
Lamont kissed him again, slow and deep, and Ewen lost himself in it.
He barely noticed when Lamont urged him farther up the bed, arranging him on his back with pillows under his hips.
But he definitely noticed when Lamont’s mouth started moving south, leaving a trail of heat across his ribs, his stomach, and his hips.
When Lamont’s tongue traced the length of his cock, Ewen nearly jackknifed off the bed.
“Easy,” Lamont soothed, one hand pressing against Ewen’s hip to hold him steady. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
Ewen tried. He really did. But every touch of Lamont’s mouth, every stroke of his tongue, sent sparks of pleasure racing through him. When Lamont seemed to swallow his dick whole, Ewen’s hands flew to Lamont’s hair, fingers tangling in those long brown curls.
“Lamont, I can’t…I’m going to…”
Lamont pulled off with an obscene sound. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock as you sink those teeth of yours into my neck.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Ewen, and his fox yipped in approval. Lamont was moving lower, his hands urging Ewen’s legs farther apart, and Ewen’s brain short-circuited when he realized what Lamont intended.
“Wait, you don’t have to…Ooh.” Forget I said anything. The last word came out as a moan when Lamont’s tongue found his most intimate hole. That tongue was surely a lethal weapon – warm, wet, and absolutely devastating.
No one had ever done this to him. Ewen hadn’t even known something like that could feel so…
so…overwhelming…intimate… and so fucking good he couldn’t form coherent thoughts.
Lamont worked at his hole with single-minded focus, and Ewen could feel himself opening, relaxing, his body accepting the intrusion of first one finger, then two.
“That’s it,” Lamont murmured against his skin. “You’re doing so well, my mate. So perfect for me.”
Ewen wanted to respond, wanted to say something witty and casual like he imagined other men in a similar situation might do, but all that came out was a whimper when Lamont’s fingers found something inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
“There,” Lamont said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Found it.”
That was it. Ewen had absolutely no control over his body.
Lamont worked that spot like it was his favorite treat, tongue and fingers moving in concert, until Ewen was shaking and begging without words.
The stretch and burn had faded into something else entirely - a fullness that felt right and necessary, like his body had been waiting for Lamont all along.
“Please.” Ewen finally found his voice. “Lamont, please, I need…”
“We’re getting there, hon.” Lamont pulled back, and Ewen heard the click of a bottle opening. “But I’m going to make sure you’re ready first.”
The lube was cool against his heated skin, but Lamont’s fingers seemed to know exactly what they were doing as he worked Ewen open even farther.
Three fingers now, stretching him wider, and Ewen’s fox was practically vibrating with need.
He could feel magic tingling across his skin, warm and soothing, and realized Lamont was using it to make this easier.
“Now,” Ewen demanded. “Lamont, now, damn it. I’m ready.”
“I’ll have to remember you’re bossy when you’re horny.” But Lamont was moving, settling between Ewen’s legs, and the blunt pressure of his cock replaced his fingers.
Ewen tensed despite himself, and Lamont immediately stilled.
“Breathe,” Lamont instructed, one hand coming up to cup Ewen’s face. “Look at me. Just breathe out, nice and slow, and relax.”
Ewen met Lamont’s eyes and saw his own hunger reflected there, mixed with tenderness that made his chest tight. He took a breath, then another, and felt his body relax fractionally.
Lamont pressed forward - he was being so slow and so careful.
Ewen’s mouth fell open. It was too much, impossible, and yet his body was accepting Lamont’s cock, yielding to the steady pressure.
Lamont would pause, giving Ewen time to adjust, murmuring praise and encouragement that Ewen barely processed, before pushing forward again.
Finally, Ewen felt Lamont’s thighs brush against his butt.
They both stilled – Ewen could barely breathe he felt so full.
He felt split open and yet complete all at the same time.
He could genuinely say he’d never been so close to another person as he was with Lamont in that moment.
The bond between them hummed with satisfaction.
“Okay?” Lamont’s voice was strained, his control clearly hanging by a thread.
“Yes.” Ewen shifted experimentally and gasped as Lamont’s cock hit that spot. “Gods, yes. Move. Move now.”
Lamont withdrew slowly and then pushed back in.
Ewen’s back arched, and he moaned again.
The angle was good but not quite right, and he could feel his gums starting to itch - he was ready to stake his claim on his mate.
But Lamont’s neck was too far away from his teeth, and the way Ewen’s shoulders were pressed into the bed with his butt perched up on the pillows… panic flickered through the pleasure.