Love Is Always Write Volume 4

him. For some reason Kekoa didn't want to analyze, the action appeared appropriate for the atmosphere surrounding them tonight.
    "My pleasure. I realized I've been an obtuse whiner. This situation could be a lot worse." Darien sipped from his goblet with a faint smile. "I promise I'll be less hostile from now on."
    Kekoa noted Darien didn't use the word friendly . "By all means, behave as you consider best."
    "Thank you." Darien blew a couple of curls from his forehead. "I don't know if it's this liquor, but it feels hot in here." His free hand undid buttons, revealing creamy pectorals.
    "You'll get used to it."
    "I want you to do something, but you have to promise you will, before I ask." The cheeky smirk was teasing.
    "Anything you want but your departure from this planet."
    "I watched something once, and it would be interesting to try it with you." Darien stood up, leaving his goblet on the table next to him. "Stay there until I tell you otherwise."
    The golden shirt became a drapery hanging from a corner of the settee like a discarded memory. Supple muscles shone with the tenuous light they'd chosen for their after dinner conversation, and Kekoa knew in that moment he was in big trouble. He started to say something, and Darien cut him off with a leveled, "You promised."
    The fastenings of his pants came undone, and his redheaded mate was already half hard. Kekoa made a silent vow to do his best not to fuck Darien. Not tonight, not yet. The worst kind of punishment is to resist temptation.
    Darien picked up his goblet, swirling its contents, never breaking eye contact. Working with steady strokes on his cock, he drank some liquor. Agate jewels flashed mischievously as he lowered the drinking vessel and sent Kekoa's mind scattering around the galaxies by dipping his unsheathed cockhead into the cerise liquid.
    "I wonder if this would have a different flavor sampled from here." A single drop ran along the shaft as Darien released the curved beast and motioned with a crooked finger toward Kekoa to verify his guess.
    Kekoa's reticence met taunting. "Oh great warrior, wielder of the curse, supreme priest, are you afraid if you taste it, you might become my slave and the roles would be reversed?"
    Tearing off his shirt, he pounced and landed on his knees in front of Darien, ravenous. Temptation was a harsh mistress, and he was very, very weak against her demands. Besides, what could be better than being slave to your own mate?
    Darien caressed Kekoa's chin, pulling it softly toward his dripping helmet. When he spoke, his voice came out gentle, soothing. "Yours."
    So many days wanting to do this, and suddenly, it was all there without his bidding. If he was imagining the whole thing, he didn't want to snap from his delusion. The liquor tasted like nectar mingled with Darien's fluids. His body trembled, recognizing the essence of his mate, the tang that would guide him for the rest of his life.
    His whole being tingled with keen need as more and more of Darien's formidable weapon mastered his mouth. The moment his throat muscles closed around the swollen head, Kekoa lost his last vestige of reserve. His spine arched, wanting to be commanded at both ends, Darien's hands raking his hair and driving him crazy.
    Bleary vision was his reward every time he reached the base with his lips and the flames of Darien's lower curls welcomed his prowess. Kekoa's cock was a fountain fed by Darien's whimpers and moans. Unable to stop himself, he scooped his precum with avid fingers and reached for his hole, mitigating somehow the turmoil in his rear. Molten heat ran rampant within his core.
    One digit wasn't enough, and as Kekoa added another, Darien's voice came out strangled, lost. "What are you doing?"
    Full of cock as he was, Kekoa tried to answer with his eyes and a slight shrug of his shoulders, but the questioning and desire he found in the agate jewels compelled him to voice his urgency. "I need both holes met."
    Tilting his body, Darien tried to see the fingering pistons, but as Kekoa was a lot taller than he was, there was only one solution. "Lie on your back."
    Kekoa didn't want to lose the width assaulting his mouth, but a word from his mate rang like a command, so he reluctantly let go with a slow, torturous slide. Unable to break eye contact, he shifted his body, shoulders planted on the floor and legs held to his chest to give Darien a better view.
    Darien nodded, silently ordering him to resume his task to mitigate the