“I do.”
I buried my face against his stomach. “I love you, Mate. I love you so much.”
“I know. Now, make me feel good.”
I laughed, kissing his navel, which elicited a shudder from my mate. “I will.”
I lifted his legs, and Bartholomew flushed a dark red. It was adorable. I wanted to press kisses to the color, but my cock leaked steadily between my legs, needing to be buried deep inside of him. I forced his legs up higher and out, exposing the tight pucker of his hole. I swallowed as my cock twitched. The urge to plunge inside of him was so strong, but not yet. I refused to hurt him.
“Hold yourself open for me, Mate.”
His hands gripped the backs of his thighs and his chest heaved. I could roll him over, but I wanted to see his face in case I hurt him or did something he didn’t like. Also, I didn’t enjoy fucking from behind as much. It was like my partner could forget about me, and I hated that thought. Bartholomew wiggled his butt, clearly trying to entice me.
I settled in between his legs and rubbed his ball sack with my nose, inhaling. I loved the wiry hair and the musky scent coming off him. I nuzzled him some more, making Bartholomew groan.
“Stop teasing me,” he demanded.
I laughed. He often made me beg. I was fairly certain he liked it. Once he was comfortable, I could easily imagine him riding my cock and making me beg for release. Bartholomew might want to be fucked, but he definitely liked being in control.
I nuzzled him again, then nipped his inner thigh. “Be patient.”
Bartholomew opened his mouth to protest, but I licked his hole, and his words turned to a strangled moan. I smirked. I swiped my tongue over and over his hole, relaxing it. He wiggled and moved as quiet noises escaped his lips. He wasn’t loud like I was, but I didn’t care. Every noise was like music to my ears.
I shifted back, and he protested, “No. Come back.”
I kissed his leg. “Hold on, Mate.” I grabbed the thin glove made of a strong polymer. Nerves gathered in my gut again. Kalvoxrencol would never hurt Seth or allow me to do something dangerous to Bartholomew. I put some lubrication on one of my fingers and circled it around his hole, making him whimper. I increased my pressure slowly, not wanting to injure him, but he was so tight.
“Exhale and push, Mate,” I said. As he bore down, I pushed my finger inside of him. Bartholomew took a sharp inhale. I froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Honey. It’s just a different feeling.”
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and laved my tongue over it, prodding the slit for the bitter liquid of his pre-seed. Bartholomew moaned, canting toward my mouth. I sucked him, bobbing on his cock to distract from any possible discomfort. When he relaxed completely around me, I thrust my finger in and out of him, loosening the tight ring of muscle. I pressed another finger in, stretching him, and he jerked.
“Mate?”
“Give me a second.”
“We can stop,” I said, starting to pull out.
“No, I want this. Calm the fuck down. I’m not made of glass.”
I blinked, pain prodding my soul from the sharp rebuke—something he almost never did.
“Shit. No, Mindy.” He stroked my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite. I love you. I want this. I will tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”
I kissed his thumb. “My apologies. I’m scared of hurting you. I can’t lose you again. You are the most important thing to me. I cannot live without you.”
“You won’t lose me,” he said, rubbing my chin. “Stop worrying. Stop panicking. Just love me. Love me, Serlotminden. You are the only person I have ever desired. I only want you.”
I kissed his inner thigh, then dragged my forehead over the skin to mark my mate with my scent.
I thrust my fingers in deeper, and he moaned. “God, right there.”
“Here?” I asked, touching the same spot again.
“There.”
I watched him in fascination as his eyes scrunched closed and his mouth hung open. I rubbed that spot, and he moaned. “Ungh, Mindy. Fuck, Mindy. That’s so good.”
