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  He didn't wait for an answer, just pulled the thing away from his head and tapped the red button on the screen without even looking at it. When he tossed it toward the bed, I heard it bounce off and land with a dull thud on the floor, but I couldn't look away from Kinsey's face in that moment.

  "You have no idea, do you, precious boy?" Sliding his hand along the small of my back, he gripped my other hip, using it to spin me, making me face him. "I've been trying so hard to be good. But fuck, having you this close. Being in the same small room with you."

  He growled lightly, making my heart rate spike and my body heat.

  "I've been wanting to taste that mouth since I saw that fucking picture." Giving a small tug, he pulled my body against his, pressing his erection into my stomach. "I need to stop," he groaned, lifting me slightly onto my tippy toes as he lowered his head, his mouth brushing against mine. "You're probably traumatized. This really makes me the perv your brother said I was."

  I didn't give a shit what my brother said, I was about to get my first kiss. "I'm not traumatized, Kinsey. I knew someone was coming."

  "My brave, brave mate," he said, taking advantage of my gasp to gain access to my mouth.

  I had a question to ask him; something about what he'd just said, but at the first coax of his tongue against mine, inviting it to come and play, I melted, throwing my arms around his neck and allowing my mouth to be pillaged.

  His taste was dark and erotic. A flavor I found so intoxicating, I allowed myself to relax fully in another person's presence like I hadn't besides my brother, and sometimes Arry, in years.

  When his thick thigh pressed against my cock, my entire body convulsed, and I jerked him closer with my arms around his neck, grinding against him, and loving the feel of his dick pressing against my stomach.

  I felt his hands snake under the giant shirt, and I moaned when they cupped my ass, squeezing hard. He growled against my lips as he massaged my globes, causing both of us to press our needy bodies to the other.

  Lifting me, he moved toward the bed, falling on top of me in a less than graceful way, but neither of us stopped kissing and grinding. I was actually thankful of his heavy body on mine because it put more pressure on my needy dick.

  When he raked my shirt up, causing the skin of my stomach to press against his, I whimpered, unable to keep my hips from rolling forward. The building tingle rolled along my spine and collected at my balls, making them pull tight, and I unloaded my seed, my entire body seizing as Kinsey continued to rock against me, growling out his own release.

  Panting, I blinked slowly, loving the blissed out feeling causing my body to basically be the consistency of a cooked spaghetti noodle.

  "Holy shit," I said on a giggle. "That was…wow."

  Chuckling, Kinsey leaned up on his elbows, smiling down at me with soft, light amber eyes. "Definitely wow. I was supposed to be good, precious boy, but keeping my hands off of you has been the hardest thing I've had to do in my entire two hundred sixty-eight years."

  "Wow. You're as old as Foster and Thompsyn." But the gorgeous man barley looked older than me.

  Smiling, he pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, making me sigh. "Your taste is so addictive. No wonder the flavor of a mate is so addictive. I almost got off just tasting your mouth."

  Snapping my eyes open, I blinked at the man, my heart racing. "So, I didn't imagine that earlier," I said, eyes wide. "Am I really your mate, Kinsey?" My voice was barely over a whisper, and I tried desperately not to get my hopes up. I knew better than to want something so amazing, but that's why hope was so dangerous. It crept in when you thought you'd protected yourself against it.

  "Yes, precious boy. You are my gorgeous, sweet, strong mate. Everything I've ever hoped for. I've waited so long to have you in my arms, Bentley."

  Frowning slightly, I bit my lip before asking, "Are you sure, Kinsey?" I glanced at the bandaged end of my right arm, where it circled the back of his neck and rested against his right shoulder. "Are you disappointed in what you got? I would understand if you were."

  "Oh, sweet, precious boy. Does it look like I'm disappointed?" Smiling down into my face, letting me see the sincerity in his eyes, he brushed a thumb against the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. "Does it feel like it? My only regret about your precious arm is that you had to go through what must have been so tough for a six year old. You had to accept something at such a young age that adults struggle to accept and some never do. You are perfection, and I'll kiss your beautiful arm every single day to prove to you that I don't see it as anything more than just another precious part of you."

  I felt the tears as they started rolling down the side of my head, soaking the hair at my temple. "I have a mate?" I whispered, watching his handsome face with absolute awe. "How is this possible?"

  "It's the way it was always supposed to be." He pecked a kiss to my nose.

  Rolling off of me, he stood up, glancing down at the mess soaking through the front of his sweats, and smiled. "Maybe we should get cleaned up."

  He turned to walk to the bathroom, and I shot to a sitting position. "Like, together?"

  I heard the water start and bit my bottom lip. I'd never been naked in front of anyone. Hell, I'd never let anyone see the scarred flesh of my arm before. I think I had a decent enough body. I worked out with Marlow all the time, but this was Kinsey Walt we were talking about.

  The man was walking fucking perfection.

  "Are you nervous, precious boy?" he asked, sinking to the ground between my legs, so even if I looked down, I couldn't avoid his gaze.

  "I've just never done any of this before. I don't want you to be disappointed." I didn't think I could take the rejection.

  "This better not be about your arm," he warned, narrowing his eyes. "Don't forget, I've seen the entire thing. I've kissed it."

  "You kissed it?" I whispered in awe. "Why would you do that?"

  "Because you were hurt, Bentley. I will always kiss you better." His voice was quiet but deep, making my body melt into a more relaxed posture as a smile spread on my face.

  Shaking my head, I smiled through the happy tears building in my eyes. "It's not about my arm. Not really." Swallowing, I asked, "Will you undress me, Kins? I think I'll feel better if you do it."

  Growling slightly, he popped up onto his knees, putting his face directly in front of mine, "Of course, my sweet, precious boy."

  He kissed my mouth softly, stopping to rub his lips from side to side across mine, the plush skin tickling mine erotically.

  Gripping the hem of my borrowed shirt, he lifted it, pulling it up until he had to break the kiss to get it all the way off.

  Sitting back again, he looked my body over, reaching up to brush a thumb over my nipple, making me shudder, before flattening a palm against my chest and running it down the center over my slightly defined abs.

  "You are so gorgeous, precious boy. I want to touch and kiss and nibble every inch of you." And I believed him. His lust-filled eyes said it all. "Stand up."

  My breath caught. He was sitting so close. If I stood up, that was going to put my dick directly in his face. My dick that was already plumping back up at his touch and the look on his face.

  I stood, moaning when my bulge stopped just inches from his face. Reaching up, he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and under the legs of my underwear so that he was clasping a bare cheek in each of his hands, and we both moaned.

  When he jerked me forward, burying his nose in the crease beside my dick, I gurgled out an unintelligible noise and leaned forward, bracing my forearms on his shoulders and digging my left hand into his thick black hair.

  "Kins," I whined, my voice strained and ridiculous sounding.

  Pulling his hands from my ass, he almost looked frenzied. He grabbed the top of my underwear and jerked them down my legs, my dick springing free and smacking against my stomach.

  "Fuck, Bentley. You're beautiful all over." Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around my cock, and I yelled ou
t, already feeling my balls roll. "So gorgeous," he whispered reverently, leaning forward to take me in his mouth.

  He gently sucked the head of my dick, pressing the flat of his tongue against the skin just below the head before swallowing me whole. My orgasm was nearly instantaneous as his warm, wet heat surrounded me, and he swallowed around my tip. "Fuck! Kins!"

  I felt his fingers dig into my thighs as I emptied down his throat and held myself up with my forearms still resting on his shoulders. Shaking and shuddering as he moaned around my flesh and his warm seed fell at my feet.

  Letting his head fall back, he looked up into my eyes, his face only inches from mine due to the weird hunched over position my orgasm had thrown me into. "My mate," he whispered, like he too was struggling to believe it. Cupping my right arm, he twisted his head enough to brush his lips against the sensitive skin just below the bend of my elbow, just where a bit of the scarring began. "I can't wait to claim you and get started on that beautiful family. We are going to have the most precious blond-haired, blue-eyed, dark-skinned babies in the whole world."

  "I better have at least one amber-eyed beauty, Kinsey."

  Raising his eyebrows, he laughed. "Are you going to blame me if you don't?"

  "I don't care what they look like, honestly. As long as I can look at them every day and see bits of you and bits of me, I'll be happier than any father in the entire world."

  If I could have captured a picture of the way he looked at me just then, I would have framed it and hung it over a fireplace somewhere.

  Clearing his throat, he grabbed my underwear that were still around my legs just below my knees, and said, "Step out, precious boy," drawing them the rest of the way down and off my legs.

  When he stood, he grabbed my hand, leading me to the bathroom. Lifting me up onto the counter, he positioned himself between my knees, suddenly looking very serious.

  "Do you remember earlier when I asked you if you would reject your mate if there was something physically wrong with them? If they were missing a limb?"

  Nodding, I watched his face turn a bit unsure as he licked his bottom lip. "I was planning on talking to you about this earlier…but we got distracted."

  I smirked, my spent dick giving a twitch at the very thought of how we had gotten sidetracked earlier.

  Sitting on the edge of the tub, he brought his left leg up, and I noticed almost immediately what I had somehow missed all night: a prosthetic.

  As he lifted the hem of his pant leg, drawing it up, I quickly jumped down from my perch, positioning myself directly in front of him on the floor, pulling his foot into my lap, and pushing his pant leg up over his knee.

  "Kinsey. Why didn't you tell me? Should you be wearing this all night?" I pushed the small button at the bottom of the leg, releasing the prosthetic from the post inside and wiggled the thing free.

  Balancing his leg on my right arm, I used my left hand to peel the liner back, smiling a little when his eyes looked like they rolled into the back of his head.

  "When I was little, I was still kinda struggling with the idea of going through life with one less limb. So, my parents took me to this support group thing for kids." When Kinsey smiled at me, probably in response to the smile I knew was on my own face, I continued, setting the liner down and going to work on the sock underneath.

  "Our group leader was a woman in her fifties. Crazy old woman. Told my mom to shut the hell up one day when she corrected the lady for calling my arm a stump instead of a residual limb. Marla hated the phrase residual limb for some reason. Personally, I don't care either way.

  "She had a prosthetic very similar to this one." I laughed, remembering how much she'd bitch about it, as I started massaging the scar-covered flesh of his leg. "She'd take it off right there in the middle of everything. Said taking the liner off felt like taking her bra off at the end of a long day. I didn't really get it back then. I just laughed because she said bra."

  Chuckling, Kinsey nodded. "I don't know what taking off a bra feels like either, but if it's anything like that, I'd just free-boob it everywhere."

  Giggling, I lightly traced the worst of his scars. "What happened?"

  "It's kind of embarrassing, actually." When I raised my eyebrow, wondering what on earth could be embarrassing about losing a leg, he rolled his eyes. "I stepped in a bear trap in wolf form."

  "That's not embarrassing! That's terrible!" Did people make fun of him? Make him feel bad because of an accident that had to be devastating?

  "It was tough at the time. Especially because crutches and prosthetics were pretty rudimentary back then, but it's been over a century and a half. Sometimes it's hard to remember a time when I had that leg."

  Standing, he balanced on one leg and pushed his sweats down, putting me face-to-face with his beautiful, semi-hard dick for a moment before he sat back down on the tub, smirking.

  "Wow," I whispered without thinking, unable to keep it in as my body magically started responding, even though I would have thought only moments earlier that it wasn't possible.

  "I've been repeating that same thing all night. So, I guess my leg doesn't bother you?"

  "Of course not! You're still absolutely perfect." I paused, blinking up at his smirking face. "And maybe I'm starting to see how stupid I was to worry about that."

  I scrunched my face up self-deprecatingly, but Kinsey just smiled, leaning forward to kiss my wrinkled nose.

  "Not stupid, precious boy." Turning, he shut off the water, checking the temperature. "I can't imagine losing my limb as a child. At least I was an adult and the fault could only be on me."

  As he leaned back, his powerful body was on complete display, his muscles bunching and shifting as he rotated. I lost track of the conversation.

  When his dick came fully to life, right before my eyes, I was mesmerized.

  "Precious boy," Kinsey groaned, and I blinked up into his glowing amber eyes, before letting my focus turn back to his body.

  "We need to clean up. I'm going to get in this tub, and you are going to climb in and get between my legs and lean back against me." Smirking, he slid into the water. "And we are going to have a nice bath and keep our hands to ourselves. Do you understand?"

  Standing, I blushed when I realized I was about to stick my naked ass directly in his face to climb in the way he wanted. Catching a giggle before I let it escape, I stepped one leg between his and then the other.

  Warm, sure hands grabbed my hips, guiding me slowly down into the water between his legs, and I sighed, relaxing back against his solid chest.

  "Mmm. I'm starting to regret my own rules," he said huskily from over my shoulder. "You look fucking delicious leaned back against me."

  I was careful to rest my arms on the sides of the tub, so I wouldn't get my bandages wet, but I almost dropped one in when his words made me shudder.

  "Have you ever had anything in your ass, precious boy?" His mouth brushed my ear, making me whimper.

  "Th…that's cheating," I panted. "Y…your mouth should definitely be against the r…rules." Blushing, I admitted quietly, "I have a dildo. I…it has a base, so I can sit on it and jack myself at the same time."

  "Fuck," Kinsey said, his body vibrating and his dick flexing against my back. "I can only imagine how fucking perfect you look riding it and touching yourself. Now I feel like I should call you out on cheating. You have to know what telling me that does to me."

  My hand itched to reach beneath the water and stroke myself. I almost felt like I could get off just from the way he was talking to me and how he felt behind me.

  Chapter Three

  I should have known better. He was my mate. Of course getting off twice in a row wasn't going to be enough to stop me from being turned on by his innocent but definitely lusty looks, and his gorgeous body.

  I was a fucking lucky man. A lucky man who should have an ounce of self-control at his age.

  Gripping the edge of the tub nearly hard enough to crack the porcelain, I pulled my head back and
cleared my throat.

  "Fuck. Okay, precious boy, let's get going on this bath—" The pounding on the door told me I'd lost track of time. "Damn, that's going to be Harley."

  Eyes narrowed, Bentley glanced over his shoulder at me. "Who's Harley?"

  He really was sexy at everything he did. "Oh, precious boy. You do look delicious when you're jealous. Don't worry. Harley is just coming by to give me some reports to go over. Normally, these things can be done over email, but I want to know what the hell we're dealing with before I allow the entirety of the FBI to have access to it."

  "Trust issues, big guy?"

  Smirking, I kissed his neck, sliding my lips against the soft skin, making us both moan. "Not with you. Now, finish cleaning up. I'll leave another shirt and a pair of sweats on the counter for you."

  When I tried to rise, Bentley quickly placed his hand over mine on the edge of the tub. He turned his head a little more, so he could look at me a bit more directly. "What about you? You better not answer the door like that."

  Growling, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him snug against my body, nipping the skin of his shoulder. I'll be sure to put pants and a shirt on, okay? Fuck, I love this side of you."

  With one more nip, which made my mate giggle, I rose, sitting on the edge of the tub and then placing my good leg on the outside, before swinging my left leg up and over Bentley's head, making him giggle again when water rained down on him.

  Smiling, because the sound of my mate's laughter was soothing to my jaded soul, I stood, grabbing a towel and quickly drying off, while using the counter to stabilize myself. When I was finally done, I grabbed my crutches that were just inside the bathroom door and headed out into the room, hollering a Hold on! when yet another round of banging started at the door.

  Once dressed, I put some clothes on the counter inside the bathroom door, and crutched over to open up for Harley.

  "Hey, boss man!" he said, bouncing around like an excited puppy. "I gave you an extra hour because I know you maters get a little carried away sometimes and tend to lose track of time."