Their Property Read online K.A. Merikan (Four Mercenaries #3)

Categories Genre: Dark, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Four Mercenaries Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Drake’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his long lashes fluttering so beautifully Clover kissed him before Drake collected himself enough to speak. “Clover. My beautiful Clover. I missed you. So much.”

Clover’s brain was short-circuiting from the mix of arousal and tenderness, but he would let both flow through him at once because sex with Drake wasn’t just about the physical touch. It created a sense of deep connection and was a way to express feelings that were otherwise difficult to communicate.

Clover was sure that despite the lube, the stretch would feel rough at first, but he was done waiting and lowered himself onto Drake’s cock while holding the stiff flesh. He couldn’t wait to have it fill him, to move with Drake as their bodies combined.

Warm arms closed around him, and Drake let out a laborious exhale, spreading loving kisses over the underside of Clover’s jaw. “Feels so good,” he whispered, already thrusting against Clover in short, languid bursts.

“Yes.” Clover pulled the band off Drake’s ponytail and buried his face in the long hair with a gasp of pleasure when he pushed his ass low enough for Drake’s cock to fill him.

As they fucked, Drake’s hands wandered freely, and Clover couldn’t get enough of his touch, embracing every second in Drake’s lap. After months of rejection, he felt wanted. Normal. Himself.

The cool air, meant nothing when their bodies generated so much heat Clover felt he might never be cold again. He stiffened when Drake forced his hand behind his back and held it there, but yet more kisses made him relax, and by the time Drake did the same with Clover’s other hand, he was no longer nervous.

They moved together like clockwork, Drake’s cock stabbing into Clover until his insides were so sensitive he could barely think. Clover was technically on top, yet Drake still held him in place with a steel grip. Nothing like the horror they’d survived, this was how they chose to love each other. Drake’s hold was safety, not bondage.

Clover couldn’t have cared less about the grass and dirt staining his pants. Drake was the only thing that mattered to him—back in the fold. Back with him. His cock bobbed between their bodies, rubbing against Drake’s sweaty stomach again and again, but the sensation wasn’t intense enough to make him climax. Denying Clover orgasm had always been a turn on for Drake, and whether this was intentional or not, Clover just rolled with it, abandoning himself to the continuous pleasure.

Drake, on the other hand, was very close. His nostrils flared as he struggled for breath, pushing into Clover faster and faster, until the delicious sound of his balls slapping Clover’s ass became a frantic staccato.

He pressed his forehead to Clover’s when he came, trembling all over as the heat of his sperm filled Clover’s insides. Finally.

Clover groaned, squeezing his ass on that perfect cock. The trees around them spun as he nipped on Drake’s ear, trembling in his hold. “Yesss… Fill me. I wanna drip with your cum.”

Drake gasped for air, letting go of Clover’s hands to embrace him as their mouths clashed again. Clover’s hard cock was still an insistent presence, but kissing Drake was too intoxicating for him to focus on more basic needs.

“I love you so much, Clover. You have no idea,” Drake said, hiding his face by pressing their cheeks together. The raw nature of that confession had Clover trembling.

“I love you too. I never stopped.” Clover kissed Drake again, rocking his throbbing cock against the flushed chest. He could come on it. That would be a fitting end to this stolen moment of joy.

Drake must have noticed what he was doing, because he replaced his cock with two fingers and drove them into Clover in the same primal rhythm. Their teeth clashed. Clover’s ass tightened around the digits, and then the touch of Drake’s skin on his cock became too much, and he thrashed in his lover’s arms, overwhelmed with bliss.

He grabbed his cock, jerking it a few times to milk his balls completely, and leaned back to watch his spunk drizzle down Drake’s chest. His face was on fire, but he wouldn’t even blink when some of the cum slipped down Drake’s nipple.

“So hot,” he whined, stirring on the fingers. He was a total slut and wasn’t at all ashamed of it.

Drake rolled them over, descending on Clover with the warm cum gluing them together. The grass was cold against bare skin, but Clover didn’t care. He and Drake survived. Apollo had lost. He hadn’t managed to break their bond.

Drake eventually withdrew his fingers, covering Clover with his body while his breathing calmed. Clover welcomed the change in position, and for a while they made out like horny teenagers whose parents were out of town. Clover didn’t mind the ant climbing up his leg. Or the cold. He just didn’t want to part yet.


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