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when it s the man I love getting shoved around...
 I wasn t beaten by my packmates. I just had to do more of the
grunt work. I had to help more often. But what you don t see is that I
was also a confidant to many of them. They told me things they
would never tell anyone else because if I in turn told, who would
believe me? Besides, I wouldn t tell anyway, because it helped me to
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build their trust. The more they trusted me emotionally, the less likely
they were to harm me physically.
Dylan nodded and opened up his jacket, exposing Preston s chest.
 I get it, I do, but I don t want that in our relationship.
 But it s here, too. It has to be. You re the alpha, and I m the
omega.
 No. You re not my whipping boy. I m not going to order you
around and 
 Not like that. Preston sighed as Dylan made lazy circles around
his nipples.  I m not saying you re going to treat me badly, but you
are extremely masculine where I am less so. I fully expect to support
you as you become a trauma surgeon.
 Support me?
 Financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually.
 I m not letting you pay for everything. No way was Dylan
going to become a mooch like Grayson.
 How very alpha of you. Preston grinned and slid Dylan s hand
lower.  If you had a trust fund, you d be more than happy to keep me
in style, wouldn t you?
Dylan frowned because he d been caught rather well. The fact
was he would have no moral issue with paying for everything, but it
chafed to have Preston do so.
 It rankles your pride. And I understand. That s why I won t be
paying your way.
 No?
 No, not in its entirety. But I do want to buy a house. I do want
you to live with me while you finish your schooling.
 And what will you do? Dylan allowed his hand to be directed
down to Preston s cock. It was bumping up into Dylan s hand like an
eager puppy.
 I want to make a nice home for you. But I also would like to find
out what I m good at. Preston uttered a little moan when Dylan gave
his cock a firm stroke.  I barely made it through high school, so I
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don t think college is right for me, but perhaps some type of art, like
sculpting.
Preston s voice rose on the last word when Dylan slid his finger
down past Preston s balls and rubbed against his sweet spot.  I think
that sounds like a wonderful plan.
 And of course, each night, I would expect sex.
 Of course. Dylan pressed two fingers along that sensitive spot
between his ass and balls.  And we re not going to have any silly
rules about sex, are we?
 No. Preston arched up.  No silly rules. He gasped and lifted
his hands to pull Dylan closer.  Whatever feels good. Whatever we
agree upon. Whatever ah, God, I m going to climax!
Dylan dove below the covers and took Preston s cock into his
mouth. The rubbing and sucking caused him to thrash in earnest as he
struggled not to come. But Dylan wanted to taste him. Gently, he
moved his finger lower, slid it deep into Preston s bottom, and rubbed
his sweet spot more directly.
 Ah, Dylan. My love. My mate. My fuck!
Preston climaxed, and Dylan drank all of him in. There was
nothing in this world that tasted as luscious as his mate s pleasure.
When his mate was empty, Dylan let go and looked up. Preston was
smiling down at him, his hand tenderly cupping Dylan s head.
 May I ask 
 You don t have to ask if you can ask. Just ask. Dylan kissed his
way up his mate s chest then settled beside him.
 Why do you shave your head?
 I don t. I m bald. I have alopecia.
 What s that? Preston rubbed his head more tenderly.
 It s a disease that causes hair loss. I grew back my lashes and
eyebrows, but the rest is gone forever.
Preston grinned.  And here I thought you waxed yourself like I
do.
 Is that why you have no pubic hair?
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 I used to shave, but it itches. Waxing hurts the first few times,
but I m used to it now.
 Do you want to keep doing it?
 Yes. Unless it bothers you.
 Naw. I think it s sexy. You look like me. All hairless and clean
and I can see every little twitch when you re trying so hard not to
come. He grinned at Preston.  I like watching you.
 I noticed. Preston matched his grin.  I like watching you suck
my cock. You re so intense. So serious. Like what you re doing is the
most important thing in the world to you.
 At that moment, it is. Dylan kissed him tenderly.  But tonight,
there s something even more important I want to do.
Once the water was warm enough, they filled the bin over the
shower and took turns soaping up and rinsing off. It was leisurely and
sweetened by the fact the lights were low and it was almost like they
were the only two people in the entire world.
From the bag of supplies the driver had obtained, Dylan removed
the bottle of massage oil. He placed it on the bed then encouraged
Preston to lie down.
 You don t have to do all this.
 No. I don t. But I want to. Did you know that in my studies
toward becoming a trauma surgeon, I took therapeutic massage?
 You did?
 I did. There s an entire field of study devoted to the healing
nature of touch. It wasn t specifically for my degree, but I thought it
was an important component. Straddling his narrow hips, Dylan
started at Preston s shoulders and worked his way down to his toes.
By the time he rolled him faceup, Preston was dreamy eyed and
grinning.
 You like?
 I like much.
Dylan continued along his front, ensuring that not a muscle went
without attention. Preston became putty in his hands. For a moment,
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Dylan thought he had fallen asleep. As disappointed as he was that he
wouldn t be able to continue, he was also proud of the fact he was
able to relax his mate so deeply. But then Preston moaned and
stretched his hands high and his toes low.
 I can t tell you how good I feel.
 You don t need to.
 Why all this?
 I wanted to show you that I love you.
 I feel it every time you look at me.
 I still wanted to show you.
 Keep showing me. Preston parted his legs around Dylan s body.
With a grin, Dylan smoothed his massaging hands around his
cock, balls, and between his buttocks. A few pillows below his hips
lifted him, so when Dylan parted his legs wide, his mate s hole was at
the perfect height for his tender, loving lips.
 Dylan. Preston uttered his name on a breathless moan.
Taking his time, Dylan kissed and tongued his sweet ass until he
was wriggling helplessly for more. Into his bottom went one oily
finger, which caused Preston to sigh and spread his legs wider.
Another followed, but when he came too close to orgasm, Dylan
slowed his motions.
 Not yet, mon petit. Not just yet. Watch me.
Carefully, Dylan slid the pillows out from under Preston and then
loomed over him as he oiled up his cock.
 Every time we ve come together I ve taken you from behind.
This time, I want to watch your face. I want to go slowly and see
everything that you feel. I want to share it all with you.
Preston smiled.  I want that, too. His gaze darted between [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]