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hurting you. Have you healed yet?” He asked it with hope, not sarcasm, and Luuk’s averted gaze and the ruddy colour of his cheeks told him the answer.
Jameson sighed and pushed down the worry trying to eat at him. Luuk didn’t need to feel it, and Jameson wasn’t up to hiding anything from his mate. He, too, was tired, and not used to being able to be so unguarded, even if he was still listening for any sounds that shouldn’t occur. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt strangely safe, although he did acknowledge it might well just be relief at Luuk’s not dying.
“I might die if you keep refusing me,” Luuk tried and Jameson rolled his eyes.
“ I might die if you keep making lame come-ons like that,” he retorted, but he was smiling and thinking. He could see Luuk’s erection tenting the sheet in his peripheral and that was a temptation he didn’t think he could keep resisting. To feel the weight of Luuk’s cock on his tongue, in his throat…
“Tell you what, if you promise to just lay there and let me do the moving, I’ll suck this”—Jameson’s voice was husky when he traced the fold at the top of the sheet. He ran his hand down and felt the heat of Luuk’s cock through the material—“until you give me everything you have. Until my jaws ache and my throat is raw, until you and I can’t possibly stand another minute of the pleasure.” Jameson’s inhibitions couldn’t hold out against that thick, leaking shaft. “Until you break your promise of silence because you can’t do anything other—”
“Jesus,” Luuk rasped, reaching for him. Jameson left off touching his dick and instead pressed Luuk back down on the bed.
He gave his mate a stern look. “No. If you sit up, or try to again, I’ll stop. You will not hurt yourself.”
“I’m hurting now,” Luuk said in what was very close to a whine. Jameson knew he must truly be in pain to let such a tone slip.
“I’ll take care of you,” Jameson promised. “Lay back, trust me with you.”
Luuk exhaled steadily, softly. “I do.” The truth of it showed in his eyes, in the loosening of his taut muscles. “I’m yours.”
Jameson bent and found Luuk’s lips, warm and welcoming, so eager. He let his eyes drift almost completely shut as he sank into Luuk, tasting the myriad flavours of the man he loved so much. Jameson’s cock grew harder and harder still as he plundered Luuk’s mouth.
Every bare sound, the slight, breathy hitches and moans that were a feeling rather than an actual noise, inflamed Jameson more. The last of his guilt fled in a rush as Luuk’s desperation seeped into him. The priests knew what they were, who they were—as individuals and to each other. Their texts might not have covered creatures such as them, but Father Piotr and Father Norbert knew Luuk and Jameson had also been created by whatever hand or fate made them.
And perhaps, they knew the mate bond between him and Luuk was as sacred as any vows ever taken.
“Yessss.” Luuk’s eyes rolled up as Jameson licked his cheek, his breath warming Luuk’s ear. His hands were curled around Jameson’s biceps, clenching, releasing, holding tight once again.
Jameson’s need was an ever-increasing buzz in his veins, making him itch and ache for Luuk. He wanted—well, even as gone as he was, he knew he couldn’t have what he wanted, not just then, but he still wanted what he could have, very much.
Jameson gave in to the insistent hands now pushing at him. He moved down, taking the sheet with him. Luuk’s pyjamas weren’t an issue, the elastic waistband gaping on him and exposing his flushed cockhead.
Luuk’s scent was a spur to Jameson’s flank. Despite his words, his claim of drawing this out for a long time were all for naught. There was no way he could tease for much longer. Jameson made sure to lick and nibble the too-thin belly carefully, not wanting to put any pressure on the painful-looking wound marring Luuk’s side.
His hands trembled as he touched the