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Noah had to give.
    Fortunately, Noah seemed to have something similar in mind. The
    warlock murmured a spell, and the buttons of Rhys’s shirt started to

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    undo by themselves. Apparently, Noah was taking heed of the fact
    that they weren’t in their home, after all, and couldn’t afford to lose
    their clothing.
    Rhys just stood by passively, waiting as the spell did its job. He
    knew he should be helping out a bit, but he was frozen by the sight of
    Noah working on his own clothing. The warlock didn’t use magic to
    undress himself. Instead, he made a show of stripping for Rhys’s
    benefit, slowly revealing his wonderfully muscular body as he undid
    each button at a time. With every inch of exposed skin, Rhys’s
    arousal increased more and more, his erection straining against the
    material of his pants. When Noah dumped his shirt on the grass, Rhys
    actually started panting, the urgency growing within him so intense he
    felt like he’d turn the entire forest to ash. And the hunger, God, the
    hunger…It had never been so wild and furious before Rhys had met
    Noah. Unlike then, however, this angry need could be tamed by
    Noah’s kisses, his touch, his love.
    Noah smiled at him and swept his fingers over Rhys’s crotch. The
    zipper of Rhys’s pants lowered, revealing Rhys’s underwear. That
    move snapped Rhys out of his trance, and he unashamedly kicked his
    pants away. His shoes tried to stop him from achieving his goal, but a
    murmured spell from Noah slipped them off. Rhys’s briefs were the
    last to go, leaving him naked in front of Noah.
    There was something deliciously wicked in being nude in the
    meadow, feeling the fertile ground beneath him and with the blades of
    grass caressing his skin just like Noah’s gaze did. As Noah pushed his
    own pants off, Rhys extended his hands, beckoning his mate closer.
    “Come claim me,” he said through their bond. “I need you,
    Noah.”
    Something seemed to snap inside Noah. With a low growl, the
    warlock released himself from the rest of his clothing, moving with a
    speed that rivaled that of a shifter. When they were finally both
    naked, Noah brought their bodies close. “I want you so badly, Rhys,”
    he murmured. “I’m not going to be able to hold back today.”

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    “You don’t have to,” Rhys answered. “You never have to hold
    back with me.”
    Noah pushed two fingers inside Rhys’s mouth, and Rhys eagerly
    fellated them, doing an imitation of the attention he’d have loved to
    lavish on Noah’s cock. Noah never once looked away from him as he
    thrust his digits in and out of Rhys’s wet cavern. There was a hint of
    dark intensity in Noah, something that hadn’t been there before during
    their previous times together. It might have been a desire to make sure
    everyone understood the truth about their bond, or something entirely
    different. Rhys didn’t look too deeply into it. The only thing he cared
    about was having his mate inside him. Everything else except that
    need had disappeared.
    The warlock finally retrieved his fingers from Rhys’s mouth and
    slid them over Rhys’s body to his hole. Rhys lifted his legs, bending
    nearly in half to give his mate access. He couldn’t help a moan when
    Noah’s digits first touched his sensitive entrance. His anus ached to
    be filled, desiring Noah’s invasion. But for all of Noah’s clear
    impatience, the warlock kept the promise he’d made to Rhys, not
    taking any chances. He slipped one finger inside Rhys’s passage,
    working him like a virtuoso would a musical instrument. When
    Rhys’s body accepted it eagerly, Noah added the second finger,
    scissoring them inside Rhys to stretch him. In the process, he brushed
    against Rhys’s prostate, making sparks of pleasure fly over every inch
    of Rhys’s skin.
    Rhys cried out his mate’s name and pushed back against the
    digits, seeking more of the delicious, addictive sensations. It was