29. Rami
Rami
Saying that had been a risk.
But fuck, did it pay off.
Ethan’s mouth opened on a silent groan as his hands immediately moved to free me from the confines of my jeans.
I really had to stop wearing such tight-fitting trousers. Being around Ethan had me in a permanent state of half-hardness. And since the second he’d sunk to his knees? I could’ve drilled through steel.
Ethan braced his hands on my thighs before leaning forwards to run his tongue along my shaft, my hand in his hair moving with him. We both moaned as he swirled his tongue around the head, dipping under my foreskin and lapping at the glans.
A full-body shudder went through me. “So good, Eth.”
He hummed, his long eyelashes fluttering as he stared up at me. He held my gaze as he sank down on my length. I was too big for him to fully swallow, but he made up for that by wrapping his hand around my base.
I stroked my fingers through his curls before tugging lightly at them again. He moaned around me, the sound reverberating through my cock.
“Look at you,” I growled. “On your knees, out in public. Anyone could walk out and see us, but you wouldn’t stop, would you?”
Ethan whimpered, palming himself through his joggers. I smirked, delighted that I knew exactly how to push my mate’s buttons.
“I wouldn’t let you stop either.” I punctuated my words with a gentle pull on his hair. “I’d make you keep choking on my cock while they watched. Make them see what a dirty boy you are for me, Ethan. So desperate for my cock that you’ll go to your knees wherever we are.”
This was all a fantasy. In reality, I’d never put Ethan in that position.
Right now, we were in one of the most secure locations in the country and the only ones who might stumble across us were my housemates.
They weren’t stupid enough to come outside knowing we were out here, and even if they did, I’d hear them before they got close enough to spot us.
But if this fantasy had my mate’s pupils dilating and his hand sneaking under his waistband? You could fucking bet I was going to lean into it.
“Take it out,” I said throatily, watching the movement of his hand like a hawk. “Let me see.”
He pulled himself out immediately, and it took everything I had in me to not fall to the ground to take him into my mouth. Ethan liked it when I took care of him.
But this little fantasy?
He was enjoying this just as much.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, caressing his face with one hand. “So innocent looking, but you’re not, are you Eth? You were made to fuck. To get us both off. You might look like an angel, but I can see the devil inside of you. And I’ll always indulge him.”
There was a wet slurping noise as he took his mouth off me. When he spoke, his voice was deliciously raspy, lips red and swollen. “You scare me sometimes.”
I froze, my erection wilting. “What? Fuck, is it too much?”
“No,” he chuckled, stroking me slowly. “You scare me because you seem to know instinctively what I want. What I need. It’s like you peeked inside my mind to see fantasies I hadn’t even realised were there.”
My shoulders relaxed. “What can I say? I like pleasing you.”
“Never change.” He smiled as my cock stiffened in his grip once more. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said as a fierce warmth filled my chest. “I’ll spend forever making your fantasies come true.”
I held my breath, waiting for him to remind me that we were just friends with benefits. That we shouldn’t be moving this fast.
But he didn’t say anything. Just offered me a sappy grin before taking me back into his mouth.
My eyes tried to drift closed as Ethan took me higher, but I forced them open. I wasn’t missing a second of this. I’d seen all the wonders of the world, but Ethan on his knees?
That topped them all.
“That’s right,” I growled, focusing on where Ethan’s hand flew over himself. “Get yourself off, Eth. Think about how I’m going to fuck you next. How about against one of these trees? Or a wall in the mansion? You’d have to be quiet so no one hears you. Can you do that, baby?”
He whimpered around my cock, cheeks aflame and shoulders shuddering.
“I won’t make it easy.” I slid my hand from his hair to his throat. I cupped it gently, not hurting him, just reminding him that I was there. That he was mine. “I’ll use every weapon in my arsenal to have you moaning, Ethan. Whimpering. Hell, even screaming.”
Ethan cried out around my shaft, his hips driving his cock through his hand faster and faster.
“Don’t worry.” Heat was building at the base of my spine, but I held it at bay.
I wanted to see Ethan spill first. I needed it.
“I’ll put my hand over your mouth. You can sink your teeth into it.
Hell, I want you to. Want to know I’ve driven you to the brink of madness.
That the only way you can keep quiet is if you’re literally biting me. ”
His eyes closed as he came all over his hand with a low groan. He didn’t let my cock slip from his mouth the whole time.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned. “That’s so hot.”
When his orgasm subsided, Ethan pushed up higher on his knees, taking me deep with new determination. It didn’t take long, just a few hard pulls and then I was coming too.
Ethan swallowed every last drop.
I’d barely finished before I was tugging him up and putting my mouth on him. I didn’t care that I could taste myself on his tongue. In fact, I fucking loved it.
I loved him.
I loved Ethan.
The realisation settled in my chest, wrapping around my heart and holding it tight. It wasn’t a surprise—of course it wasn’t. Ethan was my fated mate. My destiny was to love him.
But that wasn’t why I’d fallen for him. No, that had everything to do with him.
His cheeky humour. His strength and stubbornness.
How he lit up with the smallest act of care.
The sheer enjoyment he took in eating whatever I prepared.
The kindness he’d shown Quill. How he’d gone toe to toe with the twins when he’d sensed my discomfort.
The way he’d interacted with my housemates, despite his nerves.
How he trusted me to look after him, even during sex.
I loved Ethan.
Hopefully, one day, he’d love me too.
“Okay, I think you were underselling it when you asked if I wanted to see your room,” Ethan said dubiously, arms folded over his chest.
“What makes you say that?”
He shot me a wide-eyed look. “Um, isn’t it obvious? This isn’t a room.”
I smirked, making a great show of looking around. “Isn’t it? It has four walls. A ceiling. A floor. Did they change the definition when I wasn’t paying attention?”
Ethan rolled his eyes and I had to bite back my grin. “That’s not what I mean, Rami, and you know it. This isn’t a room; it’s a suite of rooms.”
“Well, if you wanna be all technical about it,” I murmured, drawing him into my arms. “I guess we’re both right.”
He huffed against my chest, but I could feel his amusement through the mark. “You’re a little ridiculous.”
“Correction, I’m a lot ridiculous, especially when it comes to you.”
“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.”
“Says who?”
“I dunno.” He shifted back so he could see my face, but kept his hands on my waist. “Society? Your housemates? Mine, maybe?”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Trust me when I say that none of our housemates would think my ridiculousness, or you liking it, was over the top or too fast. As for society—fuck them. Who cares? Are you happy?”
“Yes,” he said immediately, a faint flush over his cheekbones. “I’m happy, Rami.”
“Good. That’s literally all I care about.”
I kissed him, and we made out like teenagers in my living room. It was almost painful to pull away from him, but I really did want to show Ethan my space.
If everything went to plan, Ethan would one day call this place home. I wanted to know if he liked it.
And if he didn’t? Then I needed to know what to change so that he would.
That’s if Damien doesn’t find him first.
I gritted my teeth. That wouldn’t happen. The entire Seraphim were currently working on it. As we walked up here, I’d had a message from Benji confirming that the hospital Ethan had had his treatments in had been warded too.
Now I knew exactly why I hadn’t been able to sense him there. The fact that Damien had gone after him was one thing. That he’d kept Ethan from me while he was suffering? When I could’ve healed him instantly?
It made me more determined than ever to destroy Damien in the most painful ways I knew.
The only reason I’d sensed Ethan the day he’d been hit by a bus was because he’d unknowingly stepped over the wards. I’d been so swept away by what was happening that I hadn’t even noticed them.
I knew better now.
Ethan chuckled once he finally pulled away, eyes slightly glazed. “If we carry on like that, we’ll end up fucking again.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, but I really do want to see where you spend your time.”
“Behold,” I said, stepping back and grandly throwing my arm wide. “My living room. Do you like it?”
“I do.” He stepped back and rubbed his hands over his head. “These sofas look comfy.”
“They are.”
He smirked. “Great height to fuck me over.”
I rearranged myself with a groan. “Why are you torturing me when we can’t do anything about it?”
Ethan shot me a wide grin as he made his way over to my bookcase. “Because it’s fun.”
I grumbled, but secretly, I was thrilled. Ethan truly was made for me.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you love paranormal books.” Ethan ran his fingers over the spines. “I haven’t read some of these.”
“You can borrow whichever you like,” I said, pulling out a few of my favourites. “Here. Start with these.”
He smiled as he took the pile from my hands. “Not sure how much time I’ll have to read between work, getting to know my housemates, and…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, so I did it for him. “I hope you were about to say me. Because I fully plan on keeping you busy for the foreseeable future.”
Ethan ducked his head, grinning down at the books. “Will you let me read maybe an hour a night?”
I kissed his temple. “I’ll even massage your feet while you do it.”
He moaned. “God, your mouth. I was wrong; it’s definitely heavenly.”
“Come on,” I said, carefully taking the books from him and putting them on a side table. “We’ll come grab them later. I want to show you my bedroom.”
Ethan’s tongue slicked his bottom lip. “Is that an offer?”
“Do you want it to be? I thought you wanted to see where I live before we ended up fucking again. Your words, not mine.”
He lifted his chin defiantly as he stepped up, toe to toe with me. “Then maybe you should show me your bedroom and then we can fuck in it.”
I gave a low growl before bending down. Before he could utter a word, I had him up and over my shoulder. Ethan squealed as I marched him the short distance to my bedroom. I didn’t stop, taking him straight into the en-suite.
“Bathroom,” I said, turning in a neat circle before taking him back out. Next, we stopped at my walk-in wardrobe. “Wardrobe.”
We went back into my room, stopping right in front of my bed. “Bedroom.”
“I see,” Ethan said, barely able to contain his humour. “Am I allowed to see the bed, or just admire your arse? Not that I’m complaining. It’s a fantastic arse. The best I’ve ever seen.”
I flipped him over my shoulder, dropping him gently onto the mattress. His face was alight with laughter as he bounced. I grinned down at him, utterly captivated by the joy lighting him from within.
“It’s a nice bed,” he said coyly, still smiling. “Think it’d be better if you joined me on it.”
“Nah,” I said, reaching down to tug him onto his feet. “Thought we’d test out how sturdy my desk is instead.”
Ethan’s giggles gradually turned to moans.
And the desk turned into kindling.