by Lynn Hagen
Stanton smirked. “Rude.”
“Honest.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to ask the question again once we’re done.” He parted his lips and took Nomad’s shaft all the way down his throat.
His mate hissed and grabbed Stanton’s head, fucking his mouth in short bursts. Nomad might’ve been a scary man when they first met, but Stanton had found out that the guy was nothing more than a big teddy bear.
His mate loved to cuddle, tell Stanton how gorgeous he was at least once a day, and he had started taking Stanton out on dates once that fiasco with Tech-Chase was over.
Stanton created a suction with his mouth and used his tongue in the most wicked way until he had Nomad shouting his release. And Stanton drank every last drop of his seed before licking his lips and crawling back up Nomad’s sculpted body.
“Now are you going to read to me?”
Stanton laughed as Nomad tackled him, turning them so his mate was hovering over him. “Are you too restless?”
“Not in the least.” Stanton slid his arms around Nomad’s neck and pulled him down for a tantalizing kiss. It was always that way when their lips met, conveying their emotions and getting lost in one another.
Stanton didn’t think he could love Nomad any more than he did already. He curled his legs around Nomad’s waist as Nomad lined the head of his cock up to Stanton’s hole.
“I have something to tell you.” Stanton kissed along Nomad’s bearded jaw.
“Can we talk about it later?” A spurt of Nomad’s natural lube shot out. “Kind of focused on rocking your world.”
“How about I rock yours?” Stanton bit his lower lip. “I’m pregnant.”
Nomad thrust all the way in, shock written on his face. Stanton slapped his chest. “Don’t do that again!”
“Don’t announce that while I’m fucking you,” Nomad argued back. “Seriously?”
Nomad nodded. Nomad scooped Stanton into his arms and held him for a moment, then they kissed until they couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Are you gonna keep cuddling me, or are we going to have sex?” Stanton asked.
With a hearty laugh, Nomad dropped to his arms, his hands on either side of Stanton’s head, and fucked him hard and fast. Stanton held on for dear life, loving his mate’s exuberance, though his ass would pay for it later.
Stanton didn’t care. He’d endure the delicious ache. He’d endure anything for Nomad.
He cried out when his mate struck, sinking his canines deep into Stanton’s shoulder. Their bond was already as deep as it would get, but he knew the biting was an instinctual thing for panthers.
And Stanton belonged to the very best one.
THE END
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