Free Levi by Bailey Bradford Page B

used his other hand to frame Levi’s face and tip his head back slightly—“I’d do whatever I could to convince him to come with me or let me stay.” Lyndon appeared to be surprised by his own words, his eyes wide and slightly panicked looking.
    Levi was, and by the truth he sensed in the statement. Marybeth said something, but Levi wasn’t listening to her, he was listening to his body, his leopard, both of which were telling him he needed to feel Lyndon’s lips on his more than he needed his heart to keep beating.
    Lyndon’s mouth curved into a smile that set Levi’s body to tingling, then he kissed Levi, holding him in place as Lyndon thrust his tongue into Levi’s eager mouth.
    When Lyndon lifted his head, Levi felt dizzy and breathless, his lips hyper-sensitive and swollen. He wanted to taste Lyndon again, to drown in his flavours, but Marybeth’s ‘ahem’ stopped him from begging Lyndon for more. He turned at his grandma in a sort of daze. One side of her mouth quirked up in a grin as she steepled her fingers together under her chin. Lyndon was tightly wound beside him, on the verge, no doubt, of throwing Levi over the coffee table and fucking him regardless of who was there.
    “I may know what’s going on here,” Marybeth murmured, seeming to grow more pleased the longer she stared at them. Levi just felt horny and anxious for her to leave already. “I wasn’t sure if I was mis-remembering since it didn’t happen to me, or my children. Or maybe it’s because you’re both shifters, I just don’t know, but…” she shrugged and pushed herself up from the chair, and Levi knew from the devilish glint to her eyes, she wasn’t going to fill them in on her epiphany. “I need to think about this.” The look she pinned on Lyndon would have had Levi cringing, but he didn’t so much as blink. “You and I aren’t done.”
    “We are for now,” Lyndon replied, then Levi was on his back and Lyndon was covering him from chest to thigh, kissing him until all Levi could taste was this one man, all he could hear or feel was Lyndon. Levi didn’t even hear his grandmother’s laughter or the slamming of the front door except as a kind of echo, faint and almost nonsensical to his fevered mind. Then Lyndon bit his bottom lip, and Levi didn’t think about anything at all except the man who’d owned him since the moment their eyes had met in the forest.

Chapter Ten

     

     

     
    Talking to Marybeth had left Lyndon with more questions than answers, but he’d deal with those questions later. For now, he had his man beneath him, writhing and moaning and enticing Lyndon more every second.
    Lyndon noted Levi’s reaction when he had bitten his lip. Levi hadn’t responded as much to the scrape of teeth, but an actual bite, the breaking of skin just enough to get a coppery hint of flavour, set Levi off, pulling sweet monas from him. Much more of it and Levi would probably blow. Lyndon didn’t want him to, not yet. He wanted to feel Levi come from the inside out.
    “Come on, I need more room than we have on this couch to fuck you the way we both want me to.” Lyndon stood, tugging an eager Levi up too. He placed his hand on Levi’s nape when he started to take a step. Levi shuddered and turned hungry green eyes to him. “Strip first. I’ve thought of seeing you naked and needing since the moment I first saw you.”
    “Fuck,” Levi whispered before dropping his gaze down. His fingers shook badly as he tried to unbutton his denim shirt and Lyndon reached out to help him, only to fumble the buttons, too.
    Levi muttered and Lyndon cursed, then Lyndon grabbed the open neck of the shirt and jerked, sending buttons flying and pinging across the room. He stripped the shirt off in one harsh tug, groaning at the sight of Levi’s furry chest.
    Lyndon stroked the dark pelt then scraped his nails over Levi’s nipples. Levi mewled and caught Lyndon’s wrists, holding his hands still.
    “Please,” Levi asked,