Free Prickly By Nature by Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade Page A

arms around Dylan’s shoulders and pressed their foreheads together.
    Every time. Every goddamned time it was like this. Better than the last. Dylan breathed Avery in. Avery’s subtle scent of sweat, musk, and desire turned Dylan on like he never would have imagined.
    He brushed his lips over Avery’s ear and whispered, “Or do you want my cock in you? Right here? On the table?”
    Avery bucked his hips, falling out of sync; a strangled moan tumbled from his mouth. Dylan grinned, trailing his lips then his teeth down the side of Avery’s neck to the place where the bite mark proclaimed him Dylan’s. Avery whimpered, the sound a mix of greedy want. Dylan ran his tongue over the scarred bite then bit down with his very human teeth. Avery’s entire body trembled, then eased and flushed in relief.
    After living with Avery, day in and day out, Dylan knew him. Knew the mating mark was a pleasure spot for him. Most of all, he knew how hard Avery got off being bitten, how he craved it. And Dylan wanted to give it to him, to show Avery and the world they were one. They were mates in every sense of the word.
    “Tell me what you want,” Dylan breathed over the bite. “Do you want me to fuck you? Want me to drop to my knees for you?” He pulled back and found Avery blinking dazedly at him, his eyes glassy with lust.
    “God, Dylan”—Avery leaned his forehead against Dylan’s—“fuck me already,” he whispered, the tendons in his neck strained and taut. God he was beautiful. Avery hissed in a sharp breath when Dylan pressed his thigh more firmly against his balls. “You’re a tease.” Then he gasped. “Fuck me, Dylan. I want you in me. Hard and fast. Then I want you to bite me, claim me again. I want to feel the fuck out of your knot and know it’s all mine.”
    In a move rougher than he’d meant, but there was no accounting for heat of the moment, Dylan had their positions reversed—Avery facedown on the table and Dylan over him. “I’ll show you tease.” He chuckled when Avery shivered. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t twist yourself into a fucking pretzel tomorrow without thinking of me.”
    Avery’s smile was sweet, less passionate and more adoring. “I always think of you when I get all bendy.”
    Dylan growled, leaning forward over him and pressing the thick ridge behind the placket of his jeans into Avery’s crease.
    Avery gasped. “Please, Dylan.”
    Brushing his lips over the graceful line of Avery’s shoulders, Dylan hooked his fingers into Avery’s stretchy pants and jock, then yanked them to his hips. He gave a single thought to the sexy as fuck underwear and made a mental note to have Avery wear them again—and nothing else.
    “Take off your shirt,” Dylan ordered before skating his lips down Avery’s cotton-covered back, then dropped to his knees.
    His mouth watered at the sight of his mate’s firm cheeks wiggling as he maneuvered out of his shirt. Leaning forward, Dylan skimmed his mouth over the back of Avery’s upper thigh upward to the pale, milky, taut cheek and sank his teeth in, damn near purring when Avery yelped then melted into the tabletop. “Been wanting you all day, Av.”
    Avery gasped when Dylan laved at the reddening mark. “Fucking tease,” Avery whispered and Dylan grinned against the hot skin.
    “Then I come home to find you in painted-on tights with another man whispering in your ear.” Dylan ran his tongue in a wet line to the top of Avery’s crease, then gripped both cheeks. He spread them while he licked his way to Avery’s pucker. Avery groaned, spreading his legs wider when Dylan slid his tongue over it. “You’re mine, babe. Mine to whisper to. Mine to bend over. Mine to tease. Mine to fuck.”
    “Yours,” Avery groaned as he pressed into the slick caress. “God, yes…. Dylan…,” he panted. “Please.”
    A growl rolled in his throat. The sound of Avery’s pleading was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Rewarding him, Dylan pointed