beast.” Ludo growled low and sexy as he nipped Murphy’s chin.
“Hardly. You’re the beauty, and I’m an undisruptive man lucky enough to gain your attention.”
“Are you always this hard on yourself?” Ludo asked as he continued to taste Murphy’s skin.
“No, not always, I have Sunday’s off.” Murphy moaned as Ludo nipped at his neck. He scraped his teeth along the hollow of Murphy’s collarbone, the tip of his tongue trailing behind. His teeth teased the lump in Murphy’s throat, kissing it as Ludo pulled their hands up and twined their fingers together.
“There is nothing”—Ludo’s tongue traced a path from his mate’s neck to behind his ear—“absolutely nothing”—his lips kissed his skin until he reached his mate’s shoulder—“I would ever”—Ludo inhaled along his neck until he was at his mate’s mouth—“change about you.” Their lips collided together in a hail storm of manic tongue-dueling. Murphy swore Ludo was trying to suck his tongue down the man’s throat.
“Please don’t break my heart,” Murphy thought to himself as he broke the kiss for much-needed oxygen.
“I won’t.”
Oh god, he had said that out loud? That buffer sure picked a hell of a time to malfunction.
* * * *
Ludo couldn’t believe his mate was a half-breed. He wouldn’t have cared if he was a purple alien with feathers sticking out of his ass, well, maybe not purple, but Murphy had shifter blood in him. He felt a kinship with his mate over this fact.
Ludo reached between them, his mate’s jeans opening at the flick of his wrist. His hand pushed past the waistband, excitement mounting as he reached for the prize. Where the hell was his mate’s cock? All Ludo felt was pubic hair. He pushed back to his knees and looked down. A rush of relief whooshed from his lungs when he saw the bulging erection down his mate’s pant leg. For a second he thought he had mated with a very manly female. That would have been disastrous. Not that he had anything against females, he just preferred men.
“Something wrong?” Murphy asked as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. God, his mate was sexy with his disheveled hair and kiss-swollen lips. His fingers spanned over his mate’s abdomen, feeling the slightest of quivers.
“Not a damn thing.” Ludo curled his fingers into Murphy’s waistband and slid the denim down, freeing the silken shaft. His heart raced at the sight of the throbbing and leaking cock, the head an angry purple. “Scoot up.”
Murphy did as he was told, watching Ludo’s every move.
Henchman , Ludo mentally laughed at the things that came out of his mate’s mouth. Speaking of which…Ludo grabbed the base and pushed his mate’s legs apart with his arms, getting comfortable in the V of Murphy’s legs.
Murphy licked his lips, staring at Ludo with a deep smoldering desire in his eyes, longing and begging mixed in to create such a seductive look. Ludo flicked his tongue out like a serpent, tasting what was fated to be his for the first time.
Pre-cum dissolved on his tongue, sending his senses reeling. The softness of his mate’s skin amazed him. Ludo pushed the cock past his lips and let it slide down his throat, watching his mate the whole time.
His heart melted when Murphy brushed aside Ludo’s hair and smiled down at him.
Ludo flattened his tongue then rubbed it up and down his mate’s shaft, tracing the large vein that ran the length of it. Murphy groaned and fell back onto the couch. His hips hitched up, and his hands shot out, one grabbing the coffee table and the other fisting the back of the couch.
While keeping the length secured in his mouth, Ludo moved aside and pulled his mate’s jeans the rest of the way off, turned him, and then pulled Murphy’s legs onto his shoulders. Much better. Now Murphy was sitting straight up as Ludo knelt on the floor before him.
“Holy crap, crazy men know how to suck cock.” Murphy panted.
Ludo chuckled around his mate’s shaft.
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