The Wolf King (The Wolf Kings #1) (MLM)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.

                Jack was losing his mind. He had to be. But even knowing that, he couldn't pull away from Tiberius when he woke hours later with his head on his shoulder, the two of them naked in Jack's bed under silk sheets.

Tiberius had an arm around his shoulders, tracing patterns down his spine. Jack had a hand on his chest, his thumb gently caressing his pec, reveling in the hairs under his palm and fingers, the feeling creating a warmth in his gut that had him curling in closer to Tiberius's side.

Sunlight poured in through the windows and shined off Tiberius's eyes, turning the gold to fire. The corner of Tiberius's lips turned up in a soft smile and he bent down, kissing Jack's forehead.

"What're you thinking about?" he whispered.

His hand on Jack's jaw was warm, and Jack was a little bit obsessed with the way Tiberius's thumb brushed the shell of his ear. He closed his eyes and nuzzled Tiberius's neck.

"Whether I'm crazy or not," he murmured, and Tiberius's hold on him tightened. Jack brushed a curl behind Tiberius's ear, and pressed his lips to his shoulder. "I haven't slept that well in months, and I have a feeling it's because of you."

"I didn't dare sleep," Tiberius confessed against Jack's brow. "I didn't want to wake up and find out this was all a dream."

Jack looked up to find Tiberius watching him, still smiling softly even his eyebrows were pinched. Tiberius reached up and touched Jack's neck, the bruises from being strangled having darkened. He hissed as Tiberius's fingers brushed the injury, and Tiberius cupped Jack's jaw instead.

Eager to erase the pain from his expression, Jack leaned up and pressed their lips together. He felt Tiberius's hand slide down the length of side and caress his ass before coming back up to cup his neck. Jack winced at the pressure on his bruises, but wouldn't let Tiberius pull away. He covered Tiberius's hands with his own, keeping them in place, as he moved to straddle him.

He pulled away from the kiss and raised a brow, "How many sexual dreams have you had about me?"

Surprised, Tiberius barked a laugh, and pulled Jack back in for another bruising kiss. "Dreams? Just a few. Fantasies?" He flipped them over so suddenly that Jack gasped, but Tiberius was already hovering over him, hitching his leg up around his waist. "Thousands."

"Yeah?" Jack tried to tease, though his words came out breathless. "Was the real thing as good?"

Tiberius grinned widely, hungrily, and as his cock brushed the length of Jack's own, he swallowed Jack's gasp with his mouth, and pulled back with a delicious sound of their lips parting to whisper, "Better."

"All right, enough is enough now!" Everett suddenly stormed in, irritable. "I really think we should talk about this shutting yourself . . . in . . . thing . . ."

Everett trailed off, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. Jack and Tiberius, naked, Tiberius between Jack's legs.

Tiberius merely raised a cool brow and said, "Out."

Everett blinked out of his shock and stumbled back. "Y-Yes, sir, at once, sir!" he squeaked and all but ran out, slamming the door behind him.

"That didn't just happen," Jack mumbled, dazed. "Tell me that didn't just happen."

"Who else would you be in bed with?" Tiberius said against Jack's neck before taking the skin between his teeth and sucking. Jack gasped, arching his back so that his chest and stomach pressed against Tiberius's.