Interpol is working with Scotland Yard and the FBI to bring you down. Do you think Thomas spoke to someone? He might’ve heard something at the pub last night.”
“I’ll take care of him.” Duncan reached out a hand and grasped Thomas’s jaw, holding his face in a firm grip.
Thomas swallowed hard. He knew what was coming. His cover was blown. Duncan ended the call and dropped his phone onto the couch. He stared at Thomas for several agonizing seconds, as if trying to figure out what he should do. He didn’t want to fight with his mate, but Thomas wasn’t going down easily.
“Are you going to take care of me?” Thomas whispered.
“Yes,” Duncan answered in the same quiet tone.
Duncan moved his hand from Thomas’s jaw, wrapping it around the base of his neck. He pulled Thomas forward, and Thomas didn’t fight. He went willingly. Please don’t hurt me. When Duncan pressed their lips together, Thomas gasped in surprise. He was expecting pain, not pleasure. Duncan took advantage of his shock and swept his tongue inside Thomas’s mouth.
He grasped the hem of Thomas’s shirt, pulling it up, exposing his skin to the cool air. Duncan disconnected their lips to remove Thomas’s T-shirt. He tossed the material to the floor before reaching for Thomas’s jeans. With a quick flick of his wrist, Duncan unbuttoned the denim.
“Off,” he ordered.
Jumping up, Thomas rushed to obey. He pulled his jeans off in a hurry, kicking them away. Once he was naked, standing before Duncan, the other man rose from his seated position on the couch. He made fast work of his own clothing, dropping his dress shirt and pants onto the couch. Thomas barely got the chance to glance at Duncan’s gloriously naked body before he was pulled against the other man’s muscular chest. Naked skin touched naked skin, and Thomas groaned.
Duncan didn’t waste a moment. He picked him up, and Thomas wrapped his legs around Duncan’s waist, locking his ankles. Duncan connected their lips in a hard, possessive kiss, stealing Thomas’s breath and making his head spin. He grasped Thomas’s ass as he went up the stairs, gently rocking Thomas’s hips back and forth. Thomas ground his hard cock into Duncan’s stomach, whining in need.
Duncan massaged his ass, inching his fingers closer to his hole, teasing him. With each step Duncan took, the friction against Thomas’s shaft grew. His orgasm rushed through his system, fast and hard.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Thomas dug his blunt nails into Duncan’s shoulders. He threw back his head and came.
Panting, Thomas went limp, leaning his head against Duncan’s shoulder. He ran his tongue along his canines, willing the sharp points away as he put a tight leash on his fox.
His back connected with soft sheets, and he looked up at Duncan.
“Hands and knees, love.”
Thomas turned over, lifting up on his hands and knees. His mind and body were in two different places. His body craved more pleasure, but he was trying to make sense of the situation. Is this how Duncan was going to punish him?
“Don’t move.”
Thomas’s entire body tensed as he stared down at the pillow. He gripped the sheet beneath him, holding on for dear life. When the bed moved, he knew Duncan was joining him. Thomas held his breath, waiting and wondering what would happen next. When Duncan touched him, Thomas jumped.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Duncan promised.
Thomas glanced over his shoulder, looking into Duncan’s blue eyes, and saw the truth.
“It’s my first time,” he confessed.
“I’ll be careful. The last thing I want to do is cause you any pain, love.”
Thomas swallowed hard. He wanted to reply, but the only thing he managed to do was nod .
* * * *
Duncan knew that Thomas was nervous. He was practically vibrating with tension. He took a few minutes to calm the young man by massaging Thomas’s back and shoulders until his muscles relaxed. He moved his hands down to Thomas’s ass,
“I’ll take care of him.” Duncan reached out a hand and grasped Thomas’s jaw, holding his face in a firm grip.
Thomas swallowed hard. He knew what was coming. His cover was blown. Duncan ended the call and dropped his phone onto the couch. He stared at Thomas for several agonizing seconds, as if trying to figure out what he should do. He didn’t want to fight with his mate, but Thomas wasn’t going down easily.
“Are you going to take care of me?” Thomas whispered.
“Yes,” Duncan answered in the same quiet tone.
Duncan moved his hand from Thomas’s jaw, wrapping it around the base of his neck. He pulled Thomas forward, and Thomas didn’t fight. He went willingly. Please don’t hurt me. When Duncan pressed their lips together, Thomas gasped in surprise. He was expecting pain, not pleasure. Duncan took advantage of his shock and swept his tongue inside Thomas’s mouth.
He grasped the hem of Thomas’s shirt, pulling it up, exposing his skin to the cool air. Duncan disconnected their lips to remove Thomas’s T-shirt. He tossed the material to the floor before reaching for Thomas’s jeans. With a quick flick of his wrist, Duncan unbuttoned the denim.
“Off,” he ordered.
Jumping up, Thomas rushed to obey. He pulled his jeans off in a hurry, kicking them away. Once he was naked, standing before Duncan, the other man rose from his seated position on the couch. He made fast work of his own clothing, dropping his dress shirt and pants onto the couch. Thomas barely got the chance to glance at Duncan’s gloriously naked body before he was pulled against the other man’s muscular chest. Naked skin touched naked skin, and Thomas groaned.
Duncan didn’t waste a moment. He picked him up, and Thomas wrapped his legs around Duncan’s waist, locking his ankles. Duncan connected their lips in a hard, possessive kiss, stealing Thomas’s breath and making his head spin. He grasped Thomas’s ass as he went up the stairs, gently rocking Thomas’s hips back and forth. Thomas ground his hard cock into Duncan’s stomach, whining in need.
Duncan massaged his ass, inching his fingers closer to his hole, teasing him. With each step Duncan took, the friction against Thomas’s shaft grew. His orgasm rushed through his system, fast and hard.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Thomas dug his blunt nails into Duncan’s shoulders. He threw back his head and came.
Panting, Thomas went limp, leaning his head against Duncan’s shoulder. He ran his tongue along his canines, willing the sharp points away as he put a tight leash on his fox.
His back connected with soft sheets, and he looked up at Duncan.
“Hands and knees, love.”
Thomas turned over, lifting up on his hands and knees. His mind and body were in two different places. His body craved more pleasure, but he was trying to make sense of the situation. Is this how Duncan was going to punish him?
“Don’t move.”
Thomas’s entire body tensed as he stared down at the pillow. He gripped the sheet beneath him, holding on for dear life. When the bed moved, he knew Duncan was joining him. Thomas held his breath, waiting and wondering what would happen next. When Duncan touched him, Thomas jumped.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Duncan promised.
Thomas glanced over his shoulder, looking into Duncan’s blue eyes, and saw the truth.
“It’s my first time,” he confessed.
“I’ll be careful. The last thing I want to do is cause you any pain, love.”
Thomas swallowed hard. He wanted to reply, but the only thing he managed to do was nod .
* * * *
Duncan knew that Thomas was nervous. He was practically vibrating with tension. He took a few minutes to calm the young man by massaging Thomas’s back and shoulders until his muscles relaxed. He moved his hands down to Thomas’s ass,
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