Sully thought giving Bobby the chance to speak was a mistake.
He slid one hand around to cover Bobby’s mouth, and the flare of desire that shot off Bobby, the scent of it, filled the air in a heartbeat.
“No.” Sully didn’t say any more. He continued to rut against Bobby’s delectable ass while at the same time he began licking the sweaty skin of his nape. There was nothing like the taste of this one man, Sully was sure of it, lack of experience or not. No one could taste as good as Bobby Baker.
Sully nipped all over Bobby’s neck. Bobby shivered and began humping back against him, sweet sounds of need bleeding through Sully’s fingers, clamped as they were over Bobby’s mouth. It was all going so, so good, Bobby beginning to come apart for him. Sully reached his other hand around and cupped Bobby’s bulging cock. He wondered what it’d feel like to have that big thing in his butt. Then Bobby rocked back against him again and Sully’s curiosity withered under the arousal that flooded him.
He found the spot he’d marked even through the turtleneck. Sully knew why Bobby was wearing it, and he wasn’t pleased that Bobby would hide the bite. Sully wanted everyone to see it, just like the one he had. He bit hard, canines dropping suddenly and tearing through the thin material. Bobby’s shout was muffled by his fingers, and at first, Sully thought Bobby was going wild underneath him from ecstasy.
Except he wasn’t. Bobby was fighting him, and Sully jerked his hands away only marginally slower than he disengaged his teeth from Bobby’s shoulder. He wouldn’t take anything not freely given, and it sickened him to think he’d overstepped. He’d been sure Bobby was as hot for him—
Sully stumbled back and would have fallen had Bobby not spun around and caught his wrist. How had he misread Bobby so badly? The idea that Bobby had been fighting him all along was unbearable. Bobby really had wanted nothing more to do with him.
“Whatever you’re thinking, unthink it,” Bobby rasped. Sully could smell blood and knew he’d been careless in his panic. His gaze darted to where he’d bitten, and even through the black material of Bobby’s shirt, he could see the spreading stain of blood darkening the turtleneck. Bobby grabbed him at the shoulders and shook him hard enough Sully’s teeth clacked together. Unfortunately his tongue wasn’t smart enough to get out of the way, and he yelped as the metallicky taste of his blood mingled with Bobby’s.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I—”
Bobby shook him again, and the low, fierce growl that he loosed had Sully’s leopard ready to roll over in submission. It was the first time he’d felt the hint of Bobby’s strength as an alpha, and it was impressive.
“Just be quiet for a minute and quit freaking out. I need you to be calm and listen to me.”
Sully couldn’t disobey the command in Bobby’s voice, and he couldn’t look away from the man’s brilliant eyes. He almost felt like he was being entranced by the sheer strength of Bobby’s will, but Sully found himself calming, his breathing slowing and his panic fading.
Bobby nodded slightly but the intent look didn’t fade from his expression. “I had just decided to quit being a stubborn, blind idiot and come grovel at your feet—” Sully’s heart soared at the confession and he wanted to whoop and grin, but something about the way Bobby kept watching him and the solemnness in his voice kept Sully’s enthusiasm at bay. “But?” he scraped out when Bobby hesitated.
“But.” Bobby frowned and tensed his fingers where he held onto Sully. “But Mando—” Sully shook his head slowly. “I don’t know where he is. He left not long after you did.
He was— I’ll explain it later.” Sully didn’t want to talk about how worried he was for Mando, how hard he’d tried to find him to no avail.
“No. Mando’s here.”
Bobby didn’t look happy about it, but Sully felt a wave of relief.
He slid one hand around to cover Bobby’s mouth, and the flare of desire that shot off Bobby, the scent of it, filled the air in a heartbeat.
“No.” Sully didn’t say any more. He continued to rut against Bobby’s delectable ass while at the same time he began licking the sweaty skin of his nape. There was nothing like the taste of this one man, Sully was sure of it, lack of experience or not. No one could taste as good as Bobby Baker.
Sully nipped all over Bobby’s neck. Bobby shivered and began humping back against him, sweet sounds of need bleeding through Sully’s fingers, clamped as they were over Bobby’s mouth. It was all going so, so good, Bobby beginning to come apart for him. Sully reached his other hand around and cupped Bobby’s bulging cock. He wondered what it’d feel like to have that big thing in his butt. Then Bobby rocked back against him again and Sully’s curiosity withered under the arousal that flooded him.
He found the spot he’d marked even through the turtleneck. Sully knew why Bobby was wearing it, and he wasn’t pleased that Bobby would hide the bite. Sully wanted everyone to see it, just like the one he had. He bit hard, canines dropping suddenly and tearing through the thin material. Bobby’s shout was muffled by his fingers, and at first, Sully thought Bobby was going wild underneath him from ecstasy.
Except he wasn’t. Bobby was fighting him, and Sully jerked his hands away only marginally slower than he disengaged his teeth from Bobby’s shoulder. He wouldn’t take anything not freely given, and it sickened him to think he’d overstepped. He’d been sure Bobby was as hot for him—
Sully stumbled back and would have fallen had Bobby not spun around and caught his wrist. How had he misread Bobby so badly? The idea that Bobby had been fighting him all along was unbearable. Bobby really had wanted nothing more to do with him.
“Whatever you’re thinking, unthink it,” Bobby rasped. Sully could smell blood and knew he’d been careless in his panic. His gaze darted to where he’d bitten, and even through the black material of Bobby’s shirt, he could see the spreading stain of blood darkening the turtleneck. Bobby grabbed him at the shoulders and shook him hard enough Sully’s teeth clacked together. Unfortunately his tongue wasn’t smart enough to get out of the way, and he yelped as the metallicky taste of his blood mingled with Bobby’s.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I—”
Bobby shook him again, and the low, fierce growl that he loosed had Sully’s leopard ready to roll over in submission. It was the first time he’d felt the hint of Bobby’s strength as an alpha, and it was impressive.
“Just be quiet for a minute and quit freaking out. I need you to be calm and listen to me.”
Sully couldn’t disobey the command in Bobby’s voice, and he couldn’t look away from the man’s brilliant eyes. He almost felt like he was being entranced by the sheer strength of Bobby’s will, but Sully found himself calming, his breathing slowing and his panic fading.
Bobby nodded slightly but the intent look didn’t fade from his expression. “I had just decided to quit being a stubborn, blind idiot and come grovel at your feet—” Sully’s heart soared at the confession and he wanted to whoop and grin, but something about the way Bobby kept watching him and the solemnness in his voice kept Sully’s enthusiasm at bay. “But?” he scraped out when Bobby hesitated.
“But.” Bobby frowned and tensed his fingers where he held onto Sully. “But Mando—” Sully shook his head slowly. “I don’t know where he is. He left not long after you did.
He was— I’ll explain it later.” Sully didn’t want to talk about how worried he was for Mando, how hard he’d tried to find him to no avail.
“No. Mando’s here.”
Bobby didn’t look happy about it, but Sully felt a wave of relief.
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