He set Ewen on the edge of the massive bed and knelt between his legs. The position should’ve made Ewen feel vulnerable, exposed, but instead, he felt special in a totally unique way. Lamont’s hands were steady as they worked the buttons of Ewen’s shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders with deliberate care.
“Beautiful,” Lamont murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Ewen’s collarbone. “I’ve wanted to do this since I found you.”
“You’ve had three nights.” Ewen’s voice came out breathier than he intended. “Could’ve done it anytime.”
“I needed for you to heal. That was for my sake.” Another kiss, this time lower, over his sternum. “And you needed to be ready. That was for yours. But I’m not stopping now unless you tell me to.”
Lamont’s hands moved to Ewen’s belt, and Ewen lifted his hips to help. The pants disappeared in one smooth motion, leaving him completely bare. He fought the urge to cover himself, to hide the fact that his cock was already hard and leaking.
Lamont sat back on his heels, just looking, and Ewen’s face heated.
“Stop staring,” he muttered.
“I can’t help it.” Lamont’s hand wrapped around Ewen’s ankle, his thumb stroking the delicate bone there. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m skinny and pale. I need some time in the sun.”
“You’re perfect,” Lamont repeated, and kissed the inside of Ewen’s knee.
Ewen’s breath caught. He’d never been with anyone in such an intimate setting. There hadn’t been one time in his life when he’d ever let himself be so vulnerable. Sure, there’d been a few fumbled encounters in college, some making out in dark corners of bars, but nothing that went beyond hands and mouths. He’d always told himself it was because he was too busy, too focused on his career, but the truth was a lot simpler.
He’d grown up knowing he would have a mate one day and, consciously or subconsciously, Ewen realized he’d been waiting for this…he’d been waiting for Lamont.
Lamont worked his way up Ewen’s thigh with lips and tongue, sending shivers up and down Ewen’s spine. His hands fisted in the bedding as his body tried to process so much pleasure in one go. When Lamont reached the crease where thigh met groin, Ewen couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped him as Lamont’s chin bumped his balls.
“Lamont…”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Lamont looked up, and there was such heat in his gaze that Ewen felt scorched by it. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not enough,” Ewen admitted, the words tumbling out. “I want…I need…”
He didn’t know how to finish that sentence. For someone who made his living with words, he didn’t have the vocabulary for the hunger clawing through him. His fox was pacing, eager and impatient, wanting to claim their mate, and not understanding why they were waiting.
Fortunately, Lamont seemed to understand anyway. He pressed a kiss to Ewen’s hip bone, then moved higher, his sinful mouth closing over one nipple while his hand found the other. Ewen arched into the touch, overwhelmed by sensation. Lamont worked him methodically, thoroughly, until Ewen was gasping and trembling.
“Still with me?” Lamont’s voice was rough, strained.
“Yes. Gods, yes.” Ewen reached for Lamont’s shirt, tugging at it. “Too many clothes. You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Lamont pulled back long enough to strip, and Ewen’s mouth went dry. He’d seen Lamont’s hound form, who was a massive, powerful, and beautiful beast, but Lamont as a man had a different kind of powerful beauty. Thick muscle and golden skin as far as the eye could see, and when Ewen’s gaze dropped lower, his eyes widened.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit.”
Lamont’s laugh was low and warm. “It will. I promise. We’re made for each other.” He settled back between Ewen’s legs, hands stroking soothingly up and down his thighs. “But we’re going to take our time. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I trust you.” And Ewen did, completely, even though a flutter of nervousness moved through his stomach.
Lamont kissed him again, slow and deep, and Ewen lost himself in it. He barely noticed when Lamont urged him farther up the bed, arranging him on his back with pillows under his hips. But he definitely noticed when Lamont’s mouth started moving south, leaving a trail of heat across his ribs, his stomach, and his hips.
When Lamont’s tongue traced the length of his cock, Ewen nearly jackknifed off the bed.
“Easy,” Lamont soothed, one hand pressing against Ewen’s hip to hold him steady. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
Ewen tried. He really did. But every touch of Lamont’s mouth, every stroke of his tongue, sent sparks of pleasure racing through him. When Lamont seemed to swallow his dick whole, Ewen’s hands flew to Lamont’s hair, fingers tangling in those long brown curls.
“Lamont, I can’t…I’m going to…”
Lamont pulled off with an obscene sound. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock as you sink those teeth of yours into my neck.”