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  Sav hauled his shirt over his head in one pull. Shit, I’m shaking. But K hadn’t moved. Rooted to the spot, he roved his gaze over Sav’s bare chest. Male pride surged through Sav and he couldn’t help tensing to display his muscles to best advantage. The lust written on K’s face fed his own and he dropped his hands to his belt buckle. “Bed. Now,” he ordered. “I want that sexy expression you do so well. But this time just for me.”

  K headed for the bed, but turned at the last comment. “How do you know I wasn’t thinking of you at the time?” The guy was going to kill him, seriously like dead-on-the-floor kill him.

  Sav all but ripped the buttons on his fly in his haste to get the damn jeans off. “Bed,” he growled again, but K had already moved.

  With a grace Sav had always envied, he crawled on the mattress and flipped over. The jeans rode low on his hips, parting to reveal his prick in all its glory. Sav’s mouth watered at the sight, but he’d felt the tension in K’s frame while he’d jacked him off. They were both too keyed up to be able to stand much. Not for the first time anyway. After that, all bets were off. He planned to take his man any and every way his twisted imagination could cook up.

  He approached, yanking off his boots and jeans, but his gaze remained riveted on K. As ordered, the man lay in the same position he had in the magazine, his hair spread out over the pillows around him. But instead of the excellent lighting, makeup and the touchups to cover the small mole on his jaw, or the slight scarring over his left arm, K was in all his imperfect perfection. Real. Here. Instead of the fantasy in the magazine, Sav had the reality to reach out and hold.

  K’s attention wandered across Sav’s nakedness and his dick jerked, heat filling his blue eyes. Sav grinned, not feeling very civilized at all. Instead he wanted to wallow in his beast, fucking and howling at the moon.

  “Like what you see?”

  K’s eyes rose to his. Open. Honest. Sexy. “Hell, yeah. Be even better if you’d come over here and kiss me.”

  Just try and stop me. He eased next to K, almost scared to touch him in case the bubble burst and he woke to find that it had all been a dream. As though sensing his need to hold and control, K lifted his arms, stretching out for Sav to settle over, his wrists crossed above his head.

  Sav caught the smile before it could spread across his lips. His mate knew him so well already. He placed a hand over K’s offering, holding his arms in place and dropping his head for another kiss.

  Unrestrained like the one in the doorway, the joining had the added stimulation of so much golden skin pressed into his. A constant stream of growls rumbled from the back of Sav’s throat as he moved over and against the man under him. A hard knee thrust between his legs and he ground their hips together, swallowing K’s whimper when their cocks rubbed.

  God…. It felt so good he did it again, and again, his dick so hard, it was almost painful, the tension transferring from it through him. He loved it. K was sinewy and powerful, not tiny and delicate like a woman. And although Sav could appreciate the beauty of the female form—hell, he’d even bedded a couple before they’d formed the band—it was masculine beauty and vitality he craved in a lover. In his mate.

  His grip on K’s wrists tightened, his tongue parting his mate’s lips to drive within. A hard kiss, brutal in its passion, and K responded in kind. He couldn’t touch Sav, thankfully. So close to the edge, Sav would never have coped with even the smallest touch, not after so many years of wanting this. But K wasn’t passive. He rocked his hips, and the slick friction between their shafts almost drove him insane.

  He broke away, panting. Tried to regain some control, then smiled. Control? With K under him like this? What a joke.

  “Choose,” he ordered, voice low and rough. Too much of the beast in it, but he couldn’t do anything about that at the moment. “Fucking, or fucked…your call. This time….”

  He closed his eyes and waited for K’s answer, surprised to find he meant it. He didn’t care which way, as long as he made his mate happy. His preference had always been top. He rarely let a guy take his ass, but he’d give K anything he wanted. Forever.

  Opening his eyes again to meet K’s, he found him watching him. Up close, his blue eyes stole not only Sav’s heart, but his soul as well.

  “Fucked.” The word was so soft Sav wasn’t sure at first that he’d heard it, but the sudden inferno within the ocean blue clued him in. “Take me, Sav. Claim me like you should have done years ago.”

  A surge of triumph filled his muscles with energy and power. K had acknowledged the bond, wanted it. He was a god. Schooling his reactions, Sav let go of his wrists and pulled away. “Lose the jeans and turn over. You got something?”

  “Yeah, in the bag on the chair.”

  K’s breath came in hard rushes as he shucked the jeans and rolled. Seeing the expanse of K’s broad shoulders, decorated with heavy tattoos and narrowing down into a neat waist and a firm ass that he’d fantasied about for years, Sav bit back a groan.

  He started to reach out, smooth a hand over K’s back but stopped before making contact. When he touched K, he wouldn’t be able to stop and he had to prepare his mate to take him.

  It took less than a couple of seconds to retrieve the bag K had indicated. Sav dumped it on the floor by the bed and unzipped it. A quick glance at the contents reassured him he hadn’t misread the signals. It wasn’t K’s first time at this particular rodeo. He grunted in approval and removed a foil-wrapped packet and a small bottle. Hands steady again, he focused on the task. The condom package didn’t put up a fight, easily shredded and discarded as he sheathed himself.

  “Spread for me, little wolf.” He climbed back on the bed, a shudder hitting him when K rose to his hands and knees, thighs parted. God, he’d wanted to see that for years. K flicked his hair back and glanced over his shoulder, need and frustration written plain on his face.

  “For heaven’s sake, would you hurry up!”

  Sav barked unexpectedly. “Oh, bossy now, are we? Have to do something about that.”

  “If it’s your cock in my ass, I don’t much care.” K reached down, wrapping a hand around himself and tugged in long strokes. Sav didn’t bother to suppress a groan at the sight, kneeling between his calves. Flipping the catch on the bottle, he about destroyed the thing dumping the contents into his palm.

  He didn’t bother to warm the cold lube since K was hot enough and every instinct urged him to see to his mate’s needs. Carefully he smoothed the lube between K’s cheeks, savoring the sharp intake of breath when he skated over his ass.

  With K palming his own cock, Sav didn’t try for a reach around. Instead, he circled and teased the small rosette with lubricant until K moaned and thrust back. Holding his desires in check, Sav pushed a finger in, a little at a time, working more and more lube in. K groaned, the sound long, loud, and music to Sav’s ear. He slid another finger into K’s ass.

  “That’s it, little wolf. Relax,” he urged, but he needn’t have bothered.

  K swore. “For fuck’s sake, Sav. Don’t tickle me, just fuck me. Hard.”

  The demand made him smolder. He leaned over, covering the body under him with his own. His cock fit into the grove of K’s ass, making them both groan. He nipped, then kissed his mate’s ear.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Pulling away, he slicked the rest of the lube over his rigid shaft. Using a knee to nudge K’s legs farther apart, he yanked his hips up. Sav set the head against K’s ass, smiling at the shiver that shimmered over his mate. K was so into this, his head down, chest heaving with his panting. Gritting his teeth, Sav pressed forward. Resisting at first, K’s lubed ass gave and Sav sank into pure, tight, sensual pleasure.

  Their groans mingled, punctuated by heavy breathing. Sav’s world narrowed down to the feel of K’s tight ass around his shaft, the feel of K’s thighs brushing his, and the coolness of the sheets under his knees. Then K clenched down and heaven surrounded him in its embrace.

  With another groan
, he pushed, sliding farther into bliss until his hips met K’s ass. Struggling to get his heart rate under control, he paused and gave K time to adjust. His cock throbbed in the grip of his lover’s body and the urge to move took over. He held it off and stroked K’s back.

  “You okay?”

  K grunted and nodded, but the rock of his hips and shove backward were his real answers. Sav swore, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Fuck, that felt good. Not bothering to say anything else, not that he could, he pulled back and slid in again.

  K’s whimper and moan drove him on, fed the instincts inside. Holding one of his hips, Sav reached around and wrapped his hand around K’s dick. Pumping as he thrust, stroking when he pulled back. K panted, writhing beneath him until Sav didn’t know who controlled whom.

  His mate’s hard breathing hit him on a primal level. The knowledge that he brought K pleasure blew his mind. And when K snarled and shredded the sheets with newly-manifested claws, Sav grinned and locked the image away in his heart. He’d done that, he’d made K lose control.

  K had met Sav stroke for stroke, and thrust for thrust, but his movements changed. Became uncoordinated. His cock jerked, signaling his impending release.

  “That’s it,” Sav whispered, upping his pace to urge K over the edge, even though his balls screamed for release. “Give it up for me, little wolf, I want to feel it all.”

  K stiffened then came with a roar, his release warm and slick between Sav’s fingers. He carried on pumping, gritting his teeth when K’s body clamped around his dick, determined to make it the best night of his mate’s life.

  But he wasn’t Superman, couldn’t ignore his own needs. Not when K moaned in bliss and rocked back against him. Each tight clutch of his ass around Sav’s cock drove him nearer to the edge. Then it hit. The circulating tension rushed in, slammed a fire into his spine that grabbed his balls. He tensed and drove into K one last time.

  The explosion ripped through him, so intense and complete, he lost the ability to see. Everything whited out. Pulsing and jerking deep within K, he came harder than he ever had before.

  And, branded his mate with the passion of his release.

  Chapter Six

  Good sex wasn’t polite. Or clean. It was sweaty and messy. The best sex was all that, and for K, included one, sexy-as-hell male wolf and shredded sheets, too. Sighing with contentment, he settled his head more comfortably. Pleasantly exhausted, he and Sav lay in bed , his head pillowed by the other wolf’s arm. Idly, he ran his fingernails down the back of Sav’s forearm.

  The best sex of his life. All the others he’d been with over the years paled into insignificance at the feeling of having his mate in his arms. Deep within, his wolf rumbled sleepily, the creature sated by the wild night.

  The first time had been explosive. Pure power and passion so complete, he’d thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Closing his eyes, he savored the memory. He hadn’t known sex could be that way…. So overwhelming and wonderful. He’d always liked sex—hell, what guy didn’t? It had to be hard-wired into their brains or something—but he’d always had to be careful, aware at all times so he didn’t hurt his partner. Always the support and control, he could never let go and experience…feel.

  But with Sav, he didn’t have to worry about that. When his mate took control, K could let go, trust Sav to catch him if he fell. The same as he did when Sav yielded control, the link between them too solid to allow anything else. They’d always be there for one another. And it was fucking awesome.

  He never thought he’d be submissive, but he loved how dominant Sav had proven to be. Loved being held down while on his knees, hands tied behind his back and Sav’s grip on his hair while the wolf took his mouth. K shivered, the thought making him melt again.

  Being in control had its own advantages, too. The fact the big, powerful wolf submitted to him so totally, put such utter trust in him, awed K. The love and trust that shone in his dark eyes as he did…. A man could get used to adoration like that.

  The same way he could get used to the sight of Sav under him, legs spread while K thrust into him. Long, slow thrusts that took his mate to the edge, and with love, tumbled him over. He shivered again, the memory so real and vivid, it brought his cock to half-mast.

  “Thinking something I should know about, little wolf?” Sav chuckled, the sound reverberating through K’s back. He loved his deep voice, especially when he used it to whisper dirty things in his ear.

  “Just wondering if I can persuade you to try the hot tub next.” K smiled, too content for anything else. By his hip, Sav’s dick stirred, the impressive shaft lengthening and hardening. A matching heat began to swirl through his blood. “And…little wolf?”

  He didn’t mind the nickname. It was sweet and showed, more than anything else, how Sav felt about him. Even though in human form he stood taller than Sav, as a wolf, his mate dwarfed him.

  As if reading his mind, Sav asked when he didn’t reply, “Yeah, you’re my little wolf. Got a problem with that?”

  K hid his grin, shifting onto his side to run a touch up the underside of Sav’s dick. “No, no problem. It’s sweet. You’re sweet.”

  Sav growled, but the laughter in his eyes belied the savage sound. Then he moved, making K squeak when he wrapped him up in a close embrace, hard fingers digging into his ribs. Tickling him. K dissolved into laughter and he squirmed and fought back, his own fingers seeking out Sav’s sensitive spots. But the other wolf wasn’t ticklish and within moments, had K pinned on the bed again. K stilled, looked up at the man he loved and studied his face. Memorizing his expression and the light in his dark eyes, warmed with emotion to store away forever.

  “Not. Sweet.” Sav curled his lip, still pretending to be mean. “I’m the big, bad wolf.”

  K resisted the urge to snigger. Instead he cupped his face, stroking over the heavy stubble in a gentle caress. “As long as you’re my big, bad wolf, I don’t care.”

  Sav’s expression became serious, a new side of him that fascinated K. How much had Sav hidden away over the years?

  “I’ll always be your big, bad wolf, babe. I love you. Always have and always will.”

  The low admission stole K’s breath all over again, along with his heart. He shifted his head on the pillow, flicking a long strand of hair out of his eyes to gaze into Sav’s in earnest. He had to get his thoughts off his chest.

  “And I love you. You realize I didn’t know about the bond, don’t you?” He paused at the sudden wariness in his mate’s eyes. Christ, did he believe K could be that much of an asshole? Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he revealed the secret he’d been holding onto for so many years.

  “I didn’t know because my wolf couldn’t smell. Remember the trailer fire?” Pain flared on Sav’s face and K felt like a complete shit. Sav had lost his mother that day, his loss far more devastating that K’s. “It wasn’t apparent at first, but then the docs realized I must have been in transition when we…when we broke in to get you out. That’s why I didn’t suffer any smoke inhalation injuries like you guys. But it trashed the wolf’s sense of smell.”

  His heart pounded when Sav dropped his head. Crap, perhaps reminding him of the day his mom died hadn’t been such a good idea. But he lifted his head again, and the shimmer of tears caught the light. He bent and gifted K with the sweetest, softest of kisses.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, then sniffed. “And you’re an ass. You should’ve told me. I’d have found some way to tell you, man.”

  K sniggered. “What…other than ‘You’re sexy, bend over’?”

  Sav laughed, and all the tension eased from him like it had never been. “Probably. Would it have worked?”

  “Hell, yeah. Wanna give it a try now?”

  Heat and darkness filled Sav’s eyes as he adjusted his hold and drew K closer. “Best idea I’ve heard all morning.”

  ***

  “It’s okay, Mom. It’s all going to be okay now,” Sav whispered, kneeling in front of his mo
ther’s grave, the words soft and from the calm place his heart and soul had found. With gentle hands, he laid a simple bouquet of hand-tied roses in front of the headstone and read the letters inscribed there.

  Melissa Savage. Beloved mother.

  She’d been buried in a quiet corner, near the trees, and he made sure she had fresh flowers every week. Beautiful flowers to match his memory of her. He came often to talk to her, but that day he dressed as Trent, the man, not Sav, the rock star. Jeans, boots and a shirt, not the leathers and jewelry of his alter-ego. He wasn’t even sure he’d put them back on. Not yet, anyway. At the moment, he planned to enjoy being with his man.

  Automatically, he glanced over his shoulder. K stood a few rows back, hands clasped in front of him. Even dressed in a simple black shirt and pants, his hair pulled back from his face, he stole Sav’s breath.

  That was his man. His mate. All his.

  He sighed and bowed his head, the slight breeze bringing the scent of the freesia perfume his mom had always worn and the sense of peace being around her had always brought him. But that day, he didn’t need that to calm the chaos in his soul. Didn’t need it to ease the hurt inside that the man he’d been born to complete didn’t want him.

  The fire that had stolen his mom had also almost stolen his chance of future happiness. A smile creasing his lips, he reached out to smooth a wayward petal. His stubborn little mate hadn’t let that happen though.

  Payne had filled him in on how K had been. How he’d badgered Mel for the details of the 1Night Stand service, then somehow whatever he’d written had landed him in Sav’s arms where he belonged. People could say what they liked about Madame Eve, but they’d best say it out of his earshot. In his mind, the woman was a complete miracle worker.

  The breeze wrapped around him, carrying a sense of curiosity that could only come from his mother. He opened his heart and let his love for K spill over. There had been something special about his mom, so the fact that even now, after death, she reached out to make sure he was okay didn’t surprise him.