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fair share of attention, he returned to his favorite playground—the length of Slone’s cock.
    “Feels so good,” he moaned, sinking into the building tightness. The urge to shoot down Ja’Rol’s throat pounded at him when he drew Slone’s shaft deep, raking his teeth lightly over the skin. “ No,” he pleaded, gasping too hard to speak again. He was only holding himself up with the strength of his clawed fingers latched into Ja’Rol’s mussed hair. “ In you. Now!”
    Ja’Rol broke away to sit, then shoved his clothes free. Staggering on his feet, Slone dug in a nearby table for one of their stashes, palming the tube to face Ja’Rol again. As wyvern, there was no need for condoms between them since neither could catch or transfer a disease, but making a mental note, he’d ensure every precaution and safety was available for when they picked up Brigit. The last thing he was positive either man wanted was for her to be nervous about taking things to the next level, because he had little doubt they’d have the chance. She’d wanted them as much as they wanted her. Shutting the drawer, he turned to find Ja’Rol stretched out, watching him with a wicked little grin on his lips.
    “Sorry, I can’t make it to the bedroom,” Slone apologized to his lover, his gaze locking on him where he lay on the entrance floor, waiting, like a hard packed sacrifice of desire meant just for him. Emotions and need filled him as he lowered himself to the floor next to that solid shape of delicious male.
    “Just love me,” Ja’Rol whispered, passion darkening his deep honey eyes. “I need you.”
    Slone bent at the waist and lovingly ran his tongue over Ja’Rol’s engorged cockhead, licking the first pearls of cream away. He murmured in appreciation. He loved the taste. The heated, salty liquid rolled over his lips when he licked them. Ja’Rol hissed, lifting his hips in greedy need. Both men were on the brink, their bodies crying for each other, both desiring the woman they’d wanted for months and had finally discovered.
    After slathering his fingers, he ran them tenderly over Ja’Rol’s hole, the man’s breath catching as the lube warmed on his skin. Earthen-brown lashes flickered over his eyes, hiding their beauty but not their reaction to his touch. Muscles jumped and flexed across his shoulders as sensation filled them both.
    Sliding a finger then two into his passage, he felt the give as Ja’Rol relaxed, then whimpered for more.
    Rubbing his cock with the lube, Slone didn’t make him wait long. Fitting between his legs, he settled himself and gently broke the tension of the outer muscle. No matter how much he wanted to fuck Ja’Rol, he would never do it with harming him in mind. Passionate coupling was not new to either of them, but intentionally harming was repugnant to them both.
    Stroking in and out, Ja’Rol shifted a leg, creating space for a deeper angle and Slone didn’t ignore the silent plea. Breath hissed through his teeth as Ja’Rol tightened, his moans lengthening as Slone twisted on a knee to find his gland.
    Ja’Rol shouted, his fingers clenching and unclenching, grasping for Slone again and again. Semen seeped from Ja’Rol’s penis in fluid drops. Slone slowed down, letting Ja’Rol catch his breath. He wanted to come, but not before they’d both been pleasured. They could reach the edge over and over before finally succumbing.
    Touching his lover’s mind, he was shocked to find his thoughts on Brigit.
    The gut-punch reaction was a stab of jealousy, until he got to see the whole picture. And loved it.
    “Show me more,” he ordered Ja’Rol.
    His lover’s eyelids snapped open, guilty at being caught red-handed in his lust.
    Leaning forward, Slone kissed his chest, running his tongue over the single piercing, then rising to Ja’Rol’s hungry lips. “I’m not jealous. She will fit with us perfectly. You’ll see.”
    “You’re not mad?” he asked Slone.
    “I was, for a second. Do