Page 5 of A Hatchling for Valentine’s

Vic frowned. “Is that what you think?” He set down the glass on the counter then beckoned Kellan to him as he moved closer to his mate. “Come here, I want to hold you, touch your soft skin.” Once Kellan was secure in his embrace, Vic stroked his back. “Do I make you feel that way? That I think you should be on the nest night and day or else you’re not a good father?”

“No, you don’t.”

Kellan rubbed his cheek against Vic’s shirtless chest. There was only so much heat an already hot-blooded wolf could take, so he’d gradually stripped down over the course of their dinner until all he was left wearing were his boxer shorts.

“Then what is it?”

“Well, I’m still so young and you’re so responsible and have more experience than me. I was afraid you might think I wasn’t mature enough to handle being a daddy.”

Vic hugged Kellan close. “Nothing could be further from the truth, sweetheart. I can already tell what an amazing father you’ll be.” Vic clasped Kellan’s shoulders then gazed down at him. “Why, you even tried to peck the eyes out of the doctor. I sure as hell didn’t go that far to protect our hatchling.”

Kellan gazed up at him. “You promise you’re not just saying that?”

Vic smiled, his voice dipping lower as his own arousal took over. “Promise.” Unable to hold back any longer, Vic captured Kellan’s mouth in a heated kiss, pushing past the seam of his lips, thrusting deeper with each swipe of his tongue. He wanted Kellan in every way possible.

Kellan squeaked into his mouth as he scooped him into his arms and carried him to the sofa. He gently laid Kellan on his back, never breaking the kiss as he continued to plunder his mouth with all the longing and hunger he’d been holding inside for weeks. Breathless, Vic broke the connection so they could draw air and he could get rid of his last vestige of clothing.

As he removed his boxers, his cock sprang free and he didn’t miss the way Kellan’s tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip before disappearing again. Vic groaned, anxious to experience that wet heat on his hard flesh, to take his pleasure in Kellan’s willing mouth.

But what he desired more than anything was to sink his thick cock into the tight ass of his sexy omega and knot him, hold him close while he pumped his seed into his body, his mate unable to break free as they joined together as if they were one.

Vic’s gaze traveled from the delectable sight of a nude Kellan to the bottle and towels that had tumbled to the floor next to the couch.

“What’s that?”

“The other day when you were on the nest and I went out, I stopped by Creatures of Comfort to pick up some massage oil. Grayson’s even got it in special aromatherapy blends now.”

Kellan scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and Vic groaned again. He’s trying to drive me crazy.

Vic cleared his throat. “That so? Which blend is that one?” He pointed to the fallen container.

“Wild musk.”

Oh gods. “We’d better give it a try then.”

Kellan propped himself up on his elbows. “You want me to rub your back? What about your feet? I bet they’re sore after all that running.”

Vic shook his head. “No. I want to lick your sweet skin then pour the oil on your body, feel the silk of your flesh as my fingers slide over it.”

Kellan’s eyes rounded. “Oh my. Okay.”

Vic crouched down and scooped up the bottle. He understood the reason for the towels—Kellan had been concerned about staining the couch. Personally, Vic didn’t give a shit. He had more important things on his mind.

Kellan reached for the green terrycloth and Vic pushed his hand away. “Lie back and let me take care of you. Let me worry about things tonight. You relax and enjoy.”

With a soft push to Kellan’s shoulder, Vic was able to get him to obey. He sat on the edge of the couch next to Kellan’s thighs then snicked the bottle cap open. The scent of the oil hit his nostrils and his cock throbbed even more. Whatever Grayson had put into his concoction had somehow made him even hotter for Kellan than he already was. He hadn’t known such a thing was possible.

Vic’s feral wolf spirit rose to the surface and he growled hungrily as he gazed on the lithe body of his mate, the man he wanted in his life forever and ever. With one hand wrapped around the bottle, Vic used the other to cradle Kellan’s head, kissing him over and over, tilting his head with each plunge to get as much of Kellan’s addicting taste as he could.

“I love you, sweetheart. You’re mine, only mine.”

Kellan smiled, a dreamy expression dancing across his features. “You’re only mine too.”

Vic nipped at Kellan’s chin then licked his way along his jaw until he reached his ear where he nibbled on the lobe. “Agreed. We belong only to each other.” Vic latched on to Kellan’s throat, sucking and licking, pulling blood to the surface to leave a mark. Until they were married, he didn’t want anyone to doubt that Kellan was his and no one else’s.

Vic drew back to admire his handiwork. The mark was lurid, would deepen to a magnificent scarlet at the base of his mate’s throat where it wouldn’t be missed by anyone. He continued to lick his way down Kellan’s chest, torturing each nipple with love bites, pulling the pebbled nubs with his teeth then soothing them with his tongue as Kellan moaned and writhed beneath him.

He continued the erotic torture until he reached the soft nest of blond curls surrounding Kellan’s twitching shaft. Pre-cum leaked from his mate’s slit, tiny beads of sticky dew that Vic lapped up with his tongue.