Blood Claim by Laura Mykles (free e books to read .txt) 📕

He couldn't talk. He should talk. He should say something. Anything. He couldn't just stand there, gaping at the man. How transparent and hopeless was that?

But he couldn't stop himself. His heart swelled in his chest, and his dick started to swell in his pants. His hands itched to reach out and touch, and his legs wanted to give out and take him to his knees for some justified worship. The man was simply beyond belief.

Still smiling, Wolfe raised to eye level a plastic bag with a full brown paper sackwithin it. “Dinner?"

Matt blinked. It did nothing to dispel the vision. “Yeah."

Wolfe chuckled. “May I come in?"

Another blink. Geez, where was his head? “Yeah. Come in.” Matt stepped aside.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, another person crossed Matt's threshold. A shiver of fear passed over his skin, but it was quickly erased by the sight of Wolfe's long legs and high, tight butt encased in snug denim. A simple long-sleeved T-shirt in a deep green bagged around a slim waist but most definitely hugged a broad back and nicely muscular shoulders and arms.

"You must try this garlic bread,” Wolfe told him, digging into the bag right after he'd set it down. “I don't know what they put on it, but the smell alone is divine."

Letting the front door close softly, Matt followed as though drawn by an invisible rope. He flipped on the overhead light in the kitchen for the sheer desire of wanting to see Wolfe better. By the time he reached Wolfe, the man had a big hunk of bread covered in all sorts of cheesy stuff in his fingers, holding it up for Matt. Those red lips were grinning at him again. “Taste."

Snared by the green eyes, Matt opened up. Crusty bread touched his tongue, and he bit down on instinct. A portion of his brain told him that what was in his mouth was delicious. A larger portion of his mind told him that the luscious lips below those amazing green eyes would taste even better.

Did he whimper?

"Good?"

He nodded, watching those eyes linger over his face, hoping they liked what they saw. Wolfe's smile melted in the heat between them as he leaned in closer to Matt. A pink tongue darted between Wolfe's lips as he lifted the remaining hunk of bread from Matt's mouth and set it aside on the counter. Matt chewed by rote, watching that beautiful face loom closer. He shut his eyes as something warm and wet eased over the right corner of his mouth. “Butter,” Wolfe muttered, breath wafting over his skin.

"Mmmm.” God, he smelled good! Even over the prevailing aroma of garlic, cheese, butter, and Italian spices, Matt could detect the dark, delicious male scent.

A smooth cheek rubbed his. “Swallow."

Matt did.

Hands slid over his shoulders, partly down his arms, then around his back. “Matt,” came a whispered groan near his ear, “you're more intoxicating than I expected."

His head tilted back as Wolfe drew his body close. Locks of midnight hair fell forward to caress his face, every bit as silky and fragrant as expected. Moaning helplessly, he slid his arms around Wolfe's chest, hands barely overlapping over his spine. The T-shirt was warm from the body heat beneath it, and Matt soaked it in like a sponge.

"Matt.” Lips ghosting over his temple. “I wanted to go slow.” Lips at the corner of his eye. “Please understand.” Lips lingering over his cheek. “Please understand that I need to have you.” Lips nipped at his. “Please?"

Utter shock succumbed instantly to undeniable lust. Matt pressed his palms to the back of Wolfe's shoulders, trying to hold him closer. “Please, Wolfe."

"Yes."

Wolfe's mouth pressed his, opening it for the tongue that plunged within. Matt succumbed willingly, undoubtedly whimpering this time as he sucked on Wolfe's tongue, trying to swallow it down. Delicious. Warm and wet with a different coppery taste that Matt hadn't ever encountered in his limited experience. His brain wouldn't process it, though. Not with the man kissing him. Not with strong fingers tangling in his hair, taking command of his head, bending him farther backward. He held on but wasn't remotely worried about falling. Wolfe's embrace was strong and secure, arms twined around him, holding him still, keeping him from escaping.

Escape was the last thing on his mind.

A palm cupped one half of Matt's ass, fingers curling in to squeeze hard. Matt squirmed, crying out at the perfect pressure of fingers where none but his own had been for so very long. He wrapped his leg partway around one of Wolfe's thighs, bracing his arms on broad shoulders in a halfhearted attempt to climb him.

He cried again, in loss, when the hand in his hair pulled his head back and away from Wolfe's punishing kiss.

"Tell me you want this,” Wolfe demanded, feral green eyes boring into Matt's He squeezed Matt's ass again, nails digging in through the thin fabric of Matt's pants. “You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes,” Matt mewled, knowing he sounded desperate and hardly caring. His head was crystal clear on one goal, and his body was on fire with both the cause and the cure in his arms. He squirmed again, sinking his fingers into glorious black hair. “Yes, please.” He licked his lips, straining against the hand in his hair. “Fuck me, please, Wolfe."

Those eyes almost closed, a decadent groan escaping parted, swollen lips. “Damn. Matt."

"Wolfe,” he begged, nipping at the man's sharp chin. “Please. I need it."

The hand in Matt's hair loosened, slipping down his back. “Hold on.” Matt barely registered what he meant before the second hand cupped the other half of his ass and he was lifted off his feet.

His legs automatically wrapped around those slim hips. “Oh, God!” He buried his face in Wolfe's neck, breathing in the heated scent of his smooth, pale skin. He'd never had a lover carry him before! It was a deliciously helpless feeling to be cradled in Wolfe's firm hold