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deeper up his ass. Werewolves were lusty creatures. Especially him.
You like it? Colton asked with his deeper shifter voice. Should I give you more?
Give me all of you, he demanded. You re mine! It s mine.
Obeying, Colton pushed past all barriers and took him fully, the depth of his penetration shocking and so bloody good. They groaned together, taker and taken. Colton filled him up. He
began stroking, slow and gentle, rocking against him, savoring his first taste of possession. There was panting and moaning on both sides. Thrusting hips moved faster and harder and
Killian s hanging head crushed the pillow against the headboard.
Push yourself up and grab the headboard, no-longer-innocent shifter said.
Following the order was difficult, but Killian did it. He wanted something to hold on to. Colton used his thrusting cock to drive him closer, inching his knees ahead. The wooden slats bore
his weight as Blondie found and caught a delicious rhythm. Spreading his arms wide, Killian held on and almost enjoyed being possessed. A paradox; he couldn t have the pleasure of the sex
act without giving up his body to someone else s possession.
Killian, he moaned, I can t& won t be able to do this long& it s just too hard to hold back. You re so& tight. It s so good. God, it hurts!
Fuck me harder. Faster! Give me your hand and stroke us both to climax. Not that it would take long.
In fact it only took a few jerks of Colton s big squeezing hand and a few deep and powerful thrusts to take him to the edge. The skin of his spine prickled he was coming, Bella Luna! he
was coming and transforming at the same time, his werewolf fur longing to escape out of the thin skin along his spine. It was right there! Pleasure sent his mouth to watering and wanting sharp
canines for biting into Colton s soft flesh. The combined sensations were so intense his vision actually faded to white, then white became blindness as he climaxed while Blondie pumped into
him, taking him roughly. Coming mind-numbingly hard, he spurted hot fluid everywhere, on his belly, all over the pillows. The extra tightness of his clenching muscles forced Colton to follow him
down the path of absolute, mindless joy, and in a guttural language Killian knew well, Colton cried out.
And he lost himself again. Fell so deep into the pleasure he forgot where he was, who he was. Colton was quicker than him when it came to pulling out and fell onto the bed with a painful
moan. Incredibly, Killian s fingers were locked shut around the slats and he was unable to open them at will. When they finally obeyed his brain and unclasped, Killian twisted and lowered
himself to the bed, taking up his favorite position spread heavily over Colton s boneless body.
They lay together, totally spent, for quite some time, so long he felt the earth turning under him. The power under the ground had a different feel to it now, less antagonistic it began to fill
him up. When Killian regained his full consciousness, he snuck a quick look at his lover s flushed face. Absolute bliss. If he had a mirror handy he was sure he would have seen the same thing
on his. Damn, but he certainly felt absolutely and utterly satisfied. Pleased. Giving in to the sudden impulse, he found Colton s mouth with his and kissed him sweetly, so exhausted he could
barely keep his head up to do it. Did you like that?
Blondie moaned painfully. God, he groaned.
We need to work on your vocabulary.
Shhh. Can t talk now, he mumbled.
I can t remember how, anyway. Before the complaining began, he willed his body to move, just enough to get into a more favorable cuddling position. In his usual fashion, he smothered
Colton, both arms and legs wrapped around his prize. Mine, he whispered.
Yours, was whispered in return.
Chapter Twenty-One
They slept late. It was the first decent sleep Killian had had in days. As usual he kept Colton close even in sleep, some part or other of him always touching him, a hand, his leg or having
that shiny blond head tucked into the curve of neck and shoulder. It was getting embarrassing. He didn t waste much time caring about it. If this was to be the last time he got to sleep with or
even be with Colton, he was going to take everything he could, pride be damned.
Feeling guilty for using up far more of Colton s recovering energy than he should have, Killian left him to sleep on while his mind raced. Sleeping, his shifter looked positively angelic and
impossibly young. If he survived this coming night, he was definitely gonna have to quit shifting so damned much. People were going to start noticing the discrepancy between his perfect unlined
face and the date on his birth certificate. Only the purple smudges underneath his eyes aged him, and Killian had put them there.
Evidently it was possible to have too much sex. Who d have thought? His body hurt just about everywhere, and most of it from overuse. For the first time ever, he didn t want to jump his
pretty one s bones maybe later. How many times in the night had they woken hungry for each other? And satisfied that hunger? Physically tired, but wide awake, Killian tried not to move too
much and wake him difficult with them pressed so close together.
Whatever transpired at a shifter hearing would be happening at midnight. Kind of symbolic that was, being one of Colton s favorite times. Pray it be favorable to the outcome. In between
pleasuring each other senseless, they had talked. Colton knew where his mother was, even had an address for the fortress, once the home of& friends. That s what he called it too, a big, stone
shifter fortress. Giving up all his secrets, he d revealed the existence of the underground headquarters of the Council of Nine, a veritable labyrinth right under the feet of unsuspecting Londoners.
Some of it existed before the Second World War and some of the tunnels were simply appropriated afterwards. Shifters had lots of money. This underground city was where Colton would be
going. Alone.
Finally conceding to the need for a backup plan, Colton agreed that if he was successful and survived, they d meet at the burned-out hotel at dawn. If he was a no-show, Killian was to
accompany his mother back home and deliver her into Drayton s hands and no one else s. Easy enough. But Killian had half a mind to hide the woman somewhere safe and haul his ass over
to London and invade this presumed safest of all shifter fortresses. The whole plan sucked as far as Killian was concerned.
Colton had no head for intrigue, but the necessity for absolute secrecy required a simple plan. Beyond doubt, it was a suicide mission, unless Colton could get to his father and find other
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