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made him feel ashamed and unworthy of Demitrius’s affections. The Trainers in The Hive had taught him how to fuck like a porn star, be it down and dirty or slow and sensual. Nothing in his sexual repertoire included the how-tos of lovemaking, though.

Demitrius’s pupils contracted into slits, and a feral growl rumbled through his massive chest. “Do you like this shirt?”

Oscar shook his head numbly, unable to take his gaze away from the heated light in his mate’s eyes. He didn’t even remember what shirt he was wearing, nor did he know why it mattered what he thought of it. His answer came swiftly, though, when Demitrius took hold of the collar with both hands and ripped the fabric right down the center of Oscar’s chest.

His gasp of surprise caught in his throat, and his cock jerked inside his jeans, pounding against his zipper at the raw, masculine display of strength. His body quivered in anticipation, nervous but eager for that first skin-to-skin touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” Demitrius’s voice was low, gravelly, and full of a barely restrained desire that made Oscar shudder violently with his own arousal.

“Yes,” he whispered, his mouth too dry to speak any louder. Was Demitrius serious? Oscar had never been more turned-on his life. Apparently, his kink wasn’t one that the Trainers had thought to educate him on.

“You like that I’m so much bigger than you.” Demitrius prowled forward like a predator stalking his prey, urging Oscar backward until his knees pressed against the mattress. “It gets you hot thinking of all the ways I could take you, manhandle you, pin you up against the wall, if that’s what I wanted to do.”

“Yes.” His voice was shaking now, barely more than a breath, and Oscar felt like he was going to spontaneously combust if he couldn’t have the man inside him soon.

Demitrius casually kicked his boots off and pushed his jeans down his lean hips so that they pooled on the floor around his ankles. His hard cock jutted proudly from his groin, pointed almost accusingly in Oscar’s direction. A translucent drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip as it beaded from the slit in his cockhead.

The long, thick shaft flexed while the dark blue vein that snaked along the top pulsed with each rapid beat of Demitrius’s heart. Oscar’s mouth watered, and his knees began to tremble. More than he wanted air, food, or water, he wanted that beautiful cock in his mouth.

His lover obviously had other plans for him, however. Demitrius’s arm looped around his waist, lifting him easily and positioning him in the center of the bed. Long, nimble fingers made easy work of the button on his jeans, but once the zipper lowered, Demitrius paused, smirking at him in a way Oscar knew meant trouble.

A slight jerk was his only warning as Demitrius ripped his jeans down the crotch and along the left inseam. His eyes rolled back in his head, and Oscar moaned at the erotic sounds of tearing fabric and the growling groans that tumbled through his mate’s parted lips.

After divesting him of the remainder of his clothing, Demitrius settled between his splayed thighs, encouraging Oscar’s legs around his waist. Their heavy erections pressed together, sliding over one another to create a mind-numbing friction that had Oscar panting within moments.

“Shh, sweet baby.” Soft lips pressed against his own in a kiss so sweet Oscar thought his heart would shatter from the emotions the simple touch elicited. One of his lover’s hands slid into his hair and cradled the back of his skull as Demitrius rubbed their cheeks together like a cat seeking affection. “Tell me what you want, Oscar. I’ll give you anything you want.”

It was Oscar’s primary function in life to provide what his partner needed. No one had ever asked him if he had a preference, and honestly, he couldn’t think past the pounding of his cock. There was only one clear thought in his lust-addled brain. “You. I want you to be mine, Demitrius. Just mine.”

Clearly, it was the right answer, because Demitrius’s lips stretched into a wide grin against the side of his neck. His hand disappeared, and Oscar distinctly heard the sound of his nightstand drawer sliding open. “I promise that you’ll never want for anything, sweetheart. Everything that I have, everything that I am, belongs to you and you alone.”

Gods, the man was going to melt him into a puddle of goo right there on the mattress if he kept saying things like that. Never in his life had Oscar had a single thing to call his own. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve someone like Demitrius, but he vowed to do everything in power to be worthy of the gift he’d been given.

A bottle cap clicked open, causing him to tense when the sound was much louder than he’d expected in the quiet room. With only a small amount of effort, he willed his body to relax again, and even sighed in contentment when Demitrius’s middle finger slipped between his cheeks and ringed the fluttering muscles of his opening. Never had he wanted anything more, and as the thought flittered through his mind, the brief apprehension dissipated.

“Tell me if I go too fast.” Then his lover’s mouth was on him again, his tongue tickling the seam of Oscar’s lips as he demanded entrance. The single digit at his entrance pushed with steady pressure until it popped through the guarding ring of muscles. “So tight,” Demitrius moaned into his mouth, and Oscar inwardly preened that he could draw such a sound from the big warrior.

Their tongues met and tangled while Demitrius’s finger pumped in a slow, steady rhythm, loosening his hole and preparing him for more to come. When a second finger was introduced to his straining channel, the burn only pushed him higher until he was teetering precariously on the edge of orgasm. By the time his mate had three fingers sawing in and out of his tunnel,

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