Chapter 15 #2
Ezra's eyes widened, but Rourke swallowed him down, took him as deep as he possibly could.
The tug at his hair and Ezra's shudder only turned him on more.
His cock swelled in his hand seconds before spurting.
He was too caught up in his own release, so he missed swallowing when Ezra's come flooded his mouth.
He did his best to make up for it, but some of it trickled down his chin.
Shivering, Ezra melted into the mattress. Rourke reached for his shirt and wiped first his chin, then his hand, then he tried to clean up the mess he'd caused on the bed. Luckily, it was at the foot end. He'd have to do some laundry tomorrow.
Crawling up over Ezra, he gathered him in his arms and kissed him. "The nipples, I kinda like, but the dick scares me a bit."
Ezra stared at him. "What?"
"The piercings. I like the nipples, not as big a fan of the cock barbells."
Ezra kept staring, not saying a word, so Rourke kissed him again. He could live with the tongue piercing too. It was a little weird, but when it slid along the roof of his mouth, it created tingles.
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What the fuck happened? Ezra was fully aware of what had happened, but he'd never, not in a million years, believed it would happen to him. Rourke, the alpha of a pack of monsters, had sucked him off. And acted as if it was no big deal.
It had shattered Ezra's world, but Rourke was talking. How could his brain work right now?
"I was thinking we could go shopping tomorrow.
You need a few things, right?" He kissed him again before rolling off the bed and walking into the bathroom.
The water came on, and Ezra assumed he was washing off.
Shortly after he came back with a washcloth.
As he knee-walked on the bed with his focus on Ezra's cock, he tried to shield it.
Rourke huffed and ran the cloth over him. It was warm. He hadn't expected it to be. His cock was sensitive, but Rourke was gentle, and when he washed Ezra's balls, he might've moaned.
Rourke grinned and tossed the cloth on the floor. "So shopping when we wake up?" He clicked off the light, and Ezra breathed a little easier. He was aware Rourke could still see him, but it was easier to pretend you were invisible in the dark.
Rourke pulled the covers over them, then he rearranged Ezra into the little spoon.
"Online?" Ezra had only gone to a store that one time when he'd followed Izibine. He'd learned his lesson.
"Nah, we'll drive into town. Nothing big, but I figured we'd get you some pajamas since you're so reluctant to sleep nude." He chuckled and nuzzled Ezra's neck.
"What if someone sees me?"
Rourke stilled behind him. "Would it matter if they did?"
"They'd know I'm with you."
Rourke tightened his hold on him. "Yup." Then he kissed his neck. "And they're not taking you from me. You're mine."
Ezra was confused. Confused over the entire day, and he was tired. He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Sleep." Rourke nuzzled him again, and Ezra obeyed his command.
When he woke, it was to a hand stroking over his bare hip. His eyes flew open and he took in the light sky outside the window of Rourke's room.
"Morning, sleepy-head." Rourke pressed against him. His cock was hot and hard, and Ezra tried to move his ass away from it only to have Rourke laugh at him. "Hungry?"
He wasn't sure yet. He wasn't convinced he was awake.
"There are still sandwiches in the refrigerator." Rourke nuzzled his neck. "Do you want me to get you some coffee?"
"I'd love some." Coffee would help him get a grip on what was going on.
"Your wish is my command." Rourke rolled off the bed, and Ezra instantly missed the heat of him.
He walked over to the closet, and this time Ezra didn't avert his gaze.
He looked, took in Rourke's naked form, his strong legs and perfect ass.
The muscles played underneath the skin of his back as he riffled around until he found what he was looking for.
He gave Ezra a look over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, and heat rose on Ezra's cheeks.
Rourke only grinned and put on the clothes he'd picked.
Then he walked over to the bed and brushed his lips over Ezra's. "I'll be back in a minute."
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Rourke walked into the dining hall feeling ten times better than the day before. The glow in his chest was pleasant instead of clawing, and it was as if he had Ezra there with him. Weird but nice.
"You're looking extra smug this morning." Ulric watched him from next to the coffee maker.
"Huh?"
He shook his head, almost bumping into the key cabinet where they kept the car keys. "Where is Ezra?"
"In bed. I'm getting us coffee."
A smile tugged at the corner of Ulric's mouth. "In bed?"
"Yes, in bed. He had a rough day yesterday."
"I know. Did you kiss it better?"
Rourke gave him the finger, then he rubbed his chest. It was different.
He could...feel Ezra do something. His good mood evaporated, and he stared at Ulric.
"I feel him. He's doing something." He turned and more or less sprinted toward the door.
Ulric followed, and they both tumbled into the room to find Ezra by the stove.
He was melting butter in a skillet. The leftover sandwiches from the night before were stacked on a plate next to him, and he'd removed the cucumber slices Rourke had added in an attempt to make them more presentable and put them in a pile of their own.
"What are you doing?" Rourke hadn't meant to snarl, but he did.
Ezra quickly backed away from the stove.
Magic. It had to have been magic Rourke had sensed in the kitchen. He could scent it now. Faint but there. Why hadn't he sensed it before when Ezra had used it?
Ulric placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding Rourke he wasn't alone with Ezra. "Are you cooking, Ezra?"
"The bread is stale, I figured I'd..." He gestured at the skillet. "Cheese and ham toast."
"Fuck yeah, make me some." Ulric pulled out a chair and sat. Then he turned to Rourke. "Where did the coffee go?"
Rourke watched Ezra. He could let him continue or he could ruin what little trust he'd managed to build.
How dangerous was his magic? Could he trust it wouldn't hurt him?
He didn't think Ezra wanted to hurt him, wasn't sure he was able to, but could he trust it?
He took a deep breath. "You want more too?
" He directed the question to Ulric who nodded.
"Yeah, I left my cup on the counter next to the coffee maker. "
Rourke left. By the time he reached the dining hall again, he sensed the slight tug in his chest. It wasn't a tug, but he didn't know how else to describe it. A stirring. It wasn't unpleasant, more a reminder of him having a mate who was doing something. He must've gone back to cooking.
He filled two cups of coffee and topped Ulric's off before grabbing a small tray and heading back toward his room.
Halfway there, he almost collided with Geri when he stepped out into the corridor. "Oops, sorry." Geri pressed himself against the wall, then his eyes narrowed. "Where are you going?"
"To my room."
Geri inhaled, but the scents from the dining hall were more prominent than anything coming from Rourke's kitchen.
"Is Ezra baking?"
Rourke shook his head.
"It's rude not to share."
"He's not baking."
Geri studied him for a second then he more or less ran down the corridor. "I don't believe you." He pushed Rourke's door open and disappeared into the room before Rourke could stop him.
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