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want.”
    Ross looked up at the other man and the moment seemed to go on forever. Ross’s fear lingered at the forefront of his mind, haunting him. At his every step, Joseph was there, threatening to slip back into his mind if he didn’t pay attention. Even now, Ross felt the damn feral trying to make use of the occasion.
    But Ross refused to accept Joseph’s control. He’d hurt so many because Joseph told him to. He’d destroyed the serum that could help the ferals remove their insanity. Never again. Never again would Ross allow Joseph to takeover.
    Ross clung to the desire and affection he saw in Clay’s gaze and steadied himself. Once he steeled his resolve, he found it strangely easy to lower Clay’s zipper with his teeth. His mate’s cock sprung up, already leaking a copious amount of pre-cum.
    Any doubt Ross might have kept dissipated, replaced by sheer lust and sensual curiosity. He pressed his tongue to the tip, taking in his mate’s taste. He had no idea what to do, so he just went with it, licking Clay like he would a lollipop, occasionally sucking on the purplish head. On impulse, he reached down and massaged Clay’s balls with his hand.
    He must have been doing something right because their connection flooded with Clay’s pleasure. It took Ross by surprise, and he moaned around Clay’s dick. In echo, Clay groaned, his head thumping against the wall.
    Ross could feel his mate’s desire to thrust increasing more and more. At first, Clay kept hold of his control, obviously remembering Ross’s original reluctance. But Ross didn’t allow his mate to back down. Through their connection, he tried to convey the fact it was all right and he could take it. In the end, Clay let go and began plunging 40
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    his cock in Ross’s mouth in earnest. Ross lost his rhythm and focused on holding on, letting his mate do whatever he wanted with him.
    Clay fucked his mouth, his hands yanking on Ross’s hair, pulling him closer. Ross did his best to breathe through his nose and take Clay as deep as he could. He could smell the manly scent of Clay’s bush, oh so close. His arousal increased more and more. By some miracle, he managed to muster enough coherence of mind to unzip his own trousers.
    In a peculiar development, Ross found his mind drifting, imagining a different man there, with them. He could almost feel Klaus’s presence, joining them in a dream-like state. He couldn’t have explained it if he tried, but neither did he care.
    As Clay fucked his mouth, Ross allowed himself to enjoy the moment, the feel of Clay’s cock on his tongue, the pleasure flowing through their connection and the urgent need he sensed from Klaus. A part of him reached out to the other man, crossing over distance of emotion and space.
    At first, he resisted the temptation to touch himself, knowing it wouldn’t take much to bring him over. But soon, the desire became too intense, and he reached down, jacking his own dick in fierce strokes. A few moments later, Clay buried his cock deep in Ross’s mouth, sending hot seed down his throat in an explosive orgasm.
    Faced with his mate’s pleasure, Ross couldn’t hold on. His climax swept out of him, making every nerve ending in his body alive with ecstasy.
    Ross would have liked to cling to the moment forever, but alas, the haze began to dwindle all too soon. He collapsed on the floor, dazed. Clay knelt by his side, and they shared a brief, delicious kiss.
    “That was amazing,” Clay whispered when they broke apart. “Thank you.”
    Ross could still sense the pain inside Clay, but it became a bit more soothed. “I think maybe, in time, I might be able to forgive Star-Crossed Mates
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    him,” Clay said. “I tried to ignore the past once. It never would have worked, even if Klaus hadn’t pushed me away.”
    “It’s not your fault,” Ross answered. That much, he knew. In all this mess, just Clay remained a victim. Both Klaus and Ross hurt him.
    For his part, Ross