Chasing Mates (MxM)

Chapter Thirty-three

Angel P.O.V

"Can I kiss you?" Shawn whispers to me as he leans in, massaging the bottom of my neck and trailing down to the small of my back. I clutch his hand and exhale seductively. A breath I didn't know I was holding for a while. My body involuntarily trembles and falters to his touch. His words fed the need to be with my mate.

I wanted to say no. I wanted to go against my biological instinct to say yes and show restraint. My body caught fire to his touch as he explored every dip and curve I possessed. Our scents mixing and invade every corner of the room we are in. I can tell he is trying to be careful and not knock down the walls I had put up. But those walls were slowly crumbling when he swooped me into his lap, my body straddling his. My hand fell out of his. Seconds later, he was holding onto my waist. Keeping me in place.

"Please, Angel. Please. Let me have you." he begs while holding me tighter.

'Only...just one.' I say to myself while I lean forward, grabbing his face and closing the distance between us.

I kiss him. Once. Twice.
Until I tasted that cinnamon brown sugar that led me to him. He trails his fingers up and down my back like a pick to guitar strings and suddenly he kisses me harder, deeper. I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe. He's kissing me his face in my hands and his lips guiding us.

My body was completely on top of his. He squeezes me close to him while I trail my hands to his hair. He breaks for air only to bury his lips in my neck. He lingers there for too long for me to wait. I grab a fist of his hair and pull his head back.

"God, Angel—"
I nibble on his chin before reconnecting our lips.

He's destroying me with his hands and we're drenched in each other's scent. His fingers somehow found their way to my ass which guided my hips into his. His erection could be felt rubbing against mine. Our clothes the only thing between us. The exhilaration of the moment leaves me wanting more.

I want him to take his clothes off right now. I slide my hand down his chest and hook my fingers under his shirt until I had the hem of it in my hand. I hold on to his shirt as we continue the dance of lust that our lips executed. I try to pull up his shirt so that he could take it off but I'm too trapped in a trance to pull back.

I'm not good at multitasking.

Shawn pulls back with a low groan just as I grind into him. His eyes widened once I stripped him of his shirt. He commands me to lift my arms and I do so which allowed him to remove mine. I exhale in his mouth as I continue to ram myself into him.

Seconds later, he begins to explore my chest with his mouth. His mouth finds my nipples and I'm arched into him, pleasure exploding throughout my body.

My heart is beating so fast I don't understand how it's still in my chest. He's kissing away all of the doubt that plastered my mind. All the "what if's" and insecurities, the hopes for a lonely future where I picture myself mateless. For a split second, silver of a second, I believed everything he said to me.

"I want you now." he says in between pecks of kisses with a suppressed growl. My breath taken away from his words. Before I could subconsciously tell him to have at it, a surge of magic burst from behind the couch causing me to snap my head out of a lust-filled trance that was Shawn.

"Holy Shit." Grey says in a surprised manner. I stare at him with wide eyes. Frozen in place. Shawn suddenly rises, lifting me with him as if I was as light as a feather. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms go around his neck. I yelp once he spins me around so that he was facing Grey and I the opposite direction.

"Mine!" he growls out. Sol was lulled by the word and possessiveness that our mate had for us.

"Oh? But I think I found him first." Grey says next. "Don't Grey!" I yelled but then realized that he can't hear me. Shawn releases a challenged growl which kept me tucked in his neck. His scent exploded throughout the room.