Born to Be Wylde by Jan Irving Page A

of my son? I could see you were… what is the term? An alpha male from the first time I saw you.”
“I don’t need Wylde to take care of me, Papa,” Ken denied, sounding annoyed. “And Wylde was, uh, seriously clothing challenged the first time you saw him.”
Makoto’s eyes reflected amusement. “He didn’t seem too concerned. Remember your promise, Kakumi.”
Ken made another growling sound, glaring at the newspaper he was making into a protective ball for his father’s vases.
“Yes,” Wylde said. “I will take care of Ken.”
    “ W HAT is this?” Wylde touched a cranberry silk pouch with a feather on top of it sitting on Ken’s bed. It was the only thing that seemed out of place in his neat home… other than Wylde himself, of course.
    Ken’s cheeks burned with fresh color. “It’s more of the stuff my Dad got me. He made me promise when you were out back getting the beer from my SUV that I’d, um, use it.”
    “I liked the stuff last night.”
“Yeah, ah, we weren’t in the bathtub very long.” Ken looked hesitant and his cheeks flushed brighter. “I was hoping we could take more time tonight.”
Wylde’s heart began beating harder, and he pushed the bathrobe off when he hardened. It fell to his feet, and he saw Ken’s gaze go to his cock.
Ken licked his lips. “Beautiful.” He reached out and touched Wylde, and Wylde groaned, thrusting into his palm.
Wylde pushed Ken back. “Naked, Ken,” he prodded. “Now.”
Ken laughed. “Damn, you are not a subtle guy!”
Wylde gave a cry that sounded so exactly like a mountain lion on the hunt that Ken shivered. “Shit!”
“On Halloween my first year living with people….” Wylde swallowed.
“Yes?” Ken stood there, dark eyes glistening with empathy. He was a good mate.
“I made the big cat sound, and all the parents took their kids back inside their homes. I… ruined Halloween.”
“Oh, Wylde.” Ken shook his head. “It’s kind of funny.” He kissed Wylde, winding his arms around him. “You didn’t mean it.”
“Ken, I want to eat you,” Wylde said.
“You mean you want to taste me?” Ken clarified.
“Taste your cock. You feed it to me… I swallow it….”
“Shit! Okay.”
    “I WANT you to touch me.” Ken let his kimono fall open, and then his head fell back when Wylde’s warm lips touched his throat. Again he felt the captive as he had in their cave, ravished by his captor.
    Of course, that was strictly fantasy. He had to get some things straight with Wylde about boundaries and about who was the cop in their relationship… and there was the bathroom that had to be kept neat, and the bed should be made a certain way, and….
    Wylde was on his knees, pressing his open mouth to Ken’s penis. “I want to do this all the time. I wanted to do it when we were eating dinner.”
    “Wylde…. You’re such a bad boy.” Ken couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Wylde’s mouth.
Wylde moaned and took him deeper. Then he leaned his cheek against Ken’s prick, huffing. He looked up at Ken, and Ken experienced that belly-flop moment. “I’m glad you didn’t find trouble today. I was going out of my mind.”
“Followed his trail. Stuff to show you tomorrow,” Wylde admitted. “I couldn’t call you back because I think he was out there, watching for me.”
Ken’s breath caught and his hands tightened on Wylde’s shoulders. “You own a spa. I’m the cop. We have to do things correctly.”
“Yes, Ken.”
“Grrrr. Don’t think I’m buying you placating me.” Ken gave Wylde’s solid, muscular shoulder a little shove.
“A mate must be kept happy.” Wylde hefted Ken into his arms.
Ken looked into Wylde’s eyes. “Is that what I am to you, a ‘mate’?”
“Yes.” Wylde watched him, as if expecting him to disagree.
Ken bit his lip but didn’t say anything, and Wylde looked smug.
W YLDE watched as Ken opened the pouch and used the little feather-duster thing to catch some of the contents.
    “Lean back,” Ken