“Yeah, but there’s nothing on the roof.”
“There will be.” Pausing at the door leading to the outside, Nix grinned. “Us.”
With that, he shoved open the door and pulled them out into the morning sunlight. The day was crisp and warm, only a few clouds in the sky, mountains looming in the distance. A gorgeous morning with an even more gorgeous man standing there looking at Noah as though he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Do I even need to ask what we’re doing here?”
“Probably not.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Nix treated him to a stunning view of him removing it.
“But somebody might see! You do realize that those eagles up there could be eagle shifters from Sanctuary who’re relearning how to fly, right?”
“So they’ll learn something about the mating rituals of wolves and their mates.”
With a flourish, Nix draped his T-shirt over a large U-shaped air duct protruding from the roof. Then he stalked Noah, easily catching him. Not that Noah tried very hard to escape. Nix wrangled him over to the duct and it became apparent why he’d placed the T-shirt over the metal—to make Noah more comfortable while he pounded his ass from behind.
Noah found himself draped over the bend, jeans and underwear yanked down around his ankles. Nix nudged his feet apart as far as the material would allow, and bent over his back to growl in his ear.
“I want to fuck you rough and hard. Got a problem with that?”
Noah nearly came on the spot. Which would’ve been a damn shame.
“Not a single problem at all,” he managed.
“Good.”
As Nix moved into position behind him, Noah was so hard his cock could’ve pounded through the duct. He loved a man who knew what he wanted and took it. This was a side of his mate he hoped to see a lot more often. Not that he didn’t adore the gentle lovemaking equally as much.
But this? Was so. Fucking. Hot.
“God, your ass is so fine,” Nix said reverently. “Wish I could spend all day buried to the hilt right here.”
Noah’s ass cheeks were parted, leaving him totally exposed. There was something really naughty about that, especially with his man still clothed. It hit one of his kink buttons. Next, a cool finger slipped into his opening, stretching him, preparing him properly. Even though Nix intended to be rough, there was no way his mate would risk truly harming him.
The prep didn’t last long, but was good enough.
“Hurry up and fuck me,” Noah rasped.
“With pleasure.”
Behind him, there was the sound of a zipper, a rustle of clothing. Then the head of his mate’s hard cock pressed to his hole—and shoved inside. Noah gasped, desire spiking into bald lust as his mate began to fuck him. Deep, hard, and fast. This wasn’t going to last long.
The rhythmic slap of skin was music to his ears, and he loved the feeling of being owned. Possessed. There was no way he could hold back his orgasm under such a passionate assault, and his release erupted long before he wanted.
“Ahh! Yes!” Noah barely managed to brace himself to take his cock in hand and milk the last of his release, so brutal was the fucking. He came so hard he thought he was going to turn himself inside out.
“You like that, baby?” Fangs grazed his neck, followed by kisses.
“Shit, yes. I think I just died and went to heaven.”
“Nope. You’ve got to stay right here on Earth, angel. For me.”
After they calmed down, Nix pulled free, zipped up, and helped him straighten his clothes. Turning to face his mate, Noah chuckled.
“What?” Nix eyed him.
“Since we got together, I spend equal amounts of time drenched in come and in the shower.”
His mate looked decidedly smug. “Your point?”