we can’t do this without you.” Nicholas dropped his head farther and groaned pathetically. “I wish I could just go back to forgetting.” A sharp smack landed on the outside of his thigh, and Nicholas jumped at the sting. Against his will, his cock perked up to take notice as well, filling and swelling between his thighs. “What the fuck, Jonas?”
“You want to go back to forgetting? You want to forget me again? I’m not going to let that happen.”
Nicholas tried to turn to face his mate, but Jonas held him by the hips, preventing the movement. “You could die because of me. Don’t you get that?” How could something that made him so happy also rip his heart out? All he’d ever wanted was to be with Jonas. His coven, his leadership, the status and prestige handed down to him—none of it mattered.
His heart had been alive and his spirit free when he’d recited the words that would bind them together. It had taken only seconds for his world to come crashing down when he’d realized what he’d done, though. How could he have been so stupid, so selfish?
“Well, I’m not dead yet,” Jonas said offhandedly. “There’s a good chance that we will all be dead within the next twenty-four hours. I’ve lived a long life, Nicky. I’ve seen a lot of things and met some interesting people.” His lips stretched into a grin against Nicholas’s neck. “I finally got you to admit how you feel about me. I’m not afraid of dying.”
Nicholas squeezed his eyes closed and swallowed down the lump in his throat. “I’m not going to let you die.”
“Well, I don’t want to die, but it’s not the end of the world.” Jonas chuckled, but Nicholas found nothing humorous about the situation. “It would be the end of mine.”
“Stop it,” Jonas chastised. “I’m always going to be with you. I meant what I said. I won’t let you forget me, not ever.” His soft lips whispered up the side of Nicholas’s neck, and he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth before scraping his teeth over it. “Actually, I’d be okay if you forget everything except me…at least for now.” Strong hands stroked down his back and over his hips, pulling a deep groan and involuntary shiver from Nicholas. He’d be happy to go on forgetting everything but Jonas for the rest of his days. Their problems wouldn’t simply disappear just because he refused to think about them, though.
“Let go,” Jonas whispered into his ear. “It’s okay, Nicky. I’m not going to let you fall. Let go, and I’ll catch you.” Thick arms wrapped around his waist and held him tight as Jonas nuzzled his cheek against the back of his neck. His lover’s hard cock nestled along the crease of his ass, and those long fingers began pinching and tugging at his nipples.
Once the pebbled buds were tortured and throbbing, Jonas glided one hand down Nicholas’s chest, over his tightening abs, and palmed his straining erection. From tip to base, Jonas stroked him slowly, contracting and relaxing his grip in rhythmic waves along Nicholas’s pulsing cock.
“Jonas.” It was the most he could get out before the moan rose up in his throat and spilled from his panting lips. Rocking back and forth, he pumped his hard length through his mate’s grasp as the water beat down over them.
Jonas’s other hand slid up his throat and cupped his chin, turning his head roughly to the side. Their mouths crashed together, and Nicholas’s growl echoed off the tiled walls of the shower stall.
Reaching over his head, he wound his arm around the back of Jonas’s neck and held him in place as he attacked his mouth with a burning hunger.
His lust-hazed brain vaguely registered the release of his jaw and snick of a bottle cap. Too lost in the feel of Jonas’s tongue sliding against his, and the hand wrapped around his aching cock, Nicholas didn’t have enough brain cells left over to feel nervous.
When Jonas’s digits pushed between his ass cheeks and began rubbing
“You want to go back to forgetting? You want to forget me again? I’m not going to let that happen.”
Nicholas tried to turn to face his mate, but Jonas held him by the hips, preventing the movement. “You could die because of me. Don’t you get that?” How could something that made him so happy also rip his heart out? All he’d ever wanted was to be with Jonas. His coven, his leadership, the status and prestige handed down to him—none of it mattered.
His heart had been alive and his spirit free when he’d recited the words that would bind them together. It had taken only seconds for his world to come crashing down when he’d realized what he’d done, though. How could he have been so stupid, so selfish?
“Well, I’m not dead yet,” Jonas said offhandedly. “There’s a good chance that we will all be dead within the next twenty-four hours. I’ve lived a long life, Nicky. I’ve seen a lot of things and met some interesting people.” His lips stretched into a grin against Nicholas’s neck. “I finally got you to admit how you feel about me. I’m not afraid of dying.”
Nicholas squeezed his eyes closed and swallowed down the lump in his throat. “I’m not going to let you die.”
“Well, I don’t want to die, but it’s not the end of the world.” Jonas chuckled, but Nicholas found nothing humorous about the situation. “It would be the end of mine.”
“Stop it,” Jonas chastised. “I’m always going to be with you. I meant what I said. I won’t let you forget me, not ever.” His soft lips whispered up the side of Nicholas’s neck, and he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth before scraping his teeth over it. “Actually, I’d be okay if you forget everything except me…at least for now.” Strong hands stroked down his back and over his hips, pulling a deep groan and involuntary shiver from Nicholas. He’d be happy to go on forgetting everything but Jonas for the rest of his days. Their problems wouldn’t simply disappear just because he refused to think about them, though.
“Let go,” Jonas whispered into his ear. “It’s okay, Nicky. I’m not going to let you fall. Let go, and I’ll catch you.” Thick arms wrapped around his waist and held him tight as Jonas nuzzled his cheek against the back of his neck. His lover’s hard cock nestled along the crease of his ass, and those long fingers began pinching and tugging at his nipples.
Once the pebbled buds were tortured and throbbing, Jonas glided one hand down Nicholas’s chest, over his tightening abs, and palmed his straining erection. From tip to base, Jonas stroked him slowly, contracting and relaxing his grip in rhythmic waves along Nicholas’s pulsing cock.
“Jonas.” It was the most he could get out before the moan rose up in his throat and spilled from his panting lips. Rocking back and forth, he pumped his hard length through his mate’s grasp as the water beat down over them.
Jonas’s other hand slid up his throat and cupped his chin, turning his head roughly to the side. Their mouths crashed together, and Nicholas’s growl echoed off the tiled walls of the shower stall.
Reaching over his head, he wound his arm around the back of Jonas’s neck and held him in place as he attacked his mouth with a burning hunger.
His lust-hazed brain vaguely registered the release of his jaw and snick of a bottle cap. Too lost in the feel of Jonas’s tongue sliding against his, and the hand wrapped around his aching cock, Nicholas didn’t have enough brain cells left over to feel nervous.
When Jonas’s digits pushed between his ass cheeks and began rubbing
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