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He ran a possessive hand up the curve of Ezra’s spine. All his. His to devour and mark, hold and fuck. The affirmation still never failed to fucking aroused him. Hell, some days Revo had a hard time focusing on the job ahead because he kept thinking about putting Ezra in a number of compromising positions.

  “I like this position,” Ezra said, twining his fingers on his nape.

  “Do you now?” Revo asked, amused.

  In response, Ezra eradicated the distance between them, creating sparks when their chests, belly and groins touched. Ezra let out a needy groan when Revo buried his head to the side of his neck, licking and sucking, nibbling and biting his way up to his face.

  Revo tasted the salt of Ezra’s skin, the soap he just used, and a little of Revo too—his scent permanently imprinted on Ezra, an effective brand just like his mate bite. Ezra always complained Revo was always so damn possessive and greedy, but he accepted the way Revo rolled. Besides, Revo knew Ezra was secretly pleased.

  “Very much,” Ezra murmured.

  Revo shut him up by greedily plundering his mouth. He used his free hand to fumble for the lube on the bed. Revo released Ezra’s lips so he could work. He dribbled a generous amount down Ezra’s crack and his fingers, before sliding a first, and then a second digit in. He could feel Ezra’s shaft curving against his abs, thickening with want.

  “Fuck me, Revo,” Ezra pleaded.

  Revo didn’t need to be told twice. Certain Ezra was slick and ready for his access, Revo entered in one sure and sudden thrust, burying himself hilt deep. Ezra’s fingers dug into his back muscles, sure to leave marks, but Revo liked wearing the worthy souvenirs his little hellcat left behind.

  “You’re mine, pup,” Revo whispered against Ezra’s ear.

  Ezra shuddered when he bit down on his earlobe. Revo began to slide in and out of him. His strokes gained a fast and deep rhythm until both of them were reduced to animals panting for air, all sensible thought blotted out with the exception of their baser instincts that wanted to fuse their body together.

  He switched angles slightly, and hit Ezra’s sweet spot. Ezra let out a loud breathy gasp, face upturned towards his, swollen lips begging to be kissed so Revo took them as he aimed for his prostate repeatedly.

  When Revo pulled up for air, Ezra hissed out two telltale words that told Revo he was on the verge of erupting. “Oh fuck.”

  He curled his fingers around Ezra’s cock and began pumping him. “Come, pup.”

  The words seem to trigger Ezra’s orgasm. Ezra let out a cry, entire body trembling. Ezra raked his fingers across Revo’s back, and held onto Revo tightly.

  The sight of Ezra unfolding and letting go in his arms triggered his own climax. Revo drove into Ezra one last time and exploded. He growled out his triumph, teeth sinking into Ezra’s neck. Fucking sweet the way Ezra tugged him even closer, hands stroking his sweat-slicked back.

  “That was amazing,” Ezra said after they recovered their senses.

  Revo tucked his little incubus against his shoulder for a couple of minutes, never getting sick of Ezra using him as a pillow. Eventually, he’d have to get something to clean both of them up. Prepare for round two or a nice long shower, but for now they stayed that way.

  Contrary to what Ezra liked to believe, this was Revo’s favorite position. The guilty pleasure he’d never admit out loud. The calm and peace after the storm, the little slice of heaven he’d never trade for anything else in the world.

  “Ezra,” Revo murmured. He didn’t want to spoil the moment, but he had to ask. “Are you happy here, despite never fully resolving your issues with Echo?”

  “Of course I am.” Ezra snorted. Then he grew thoughtful, not speaking for a while. “I chased after Echo for so long, hoping to get back the brother I’d lost and grew up with. I never realized that part of him is already gone. All I’ve been chasing is a shadow.”

  “If we ever find the fucker, I’ll beat him to a pulp,” Revo promised.

  “He’s still my brother. I’m pissed off at him, but I don’t want him dead.” Ezra let out a sigh. “Wherever Echo is, I hope he’s at peace. Maybe someday he’ll find what I have.”

  “What’s that?” Revo asked, nuzzling his neck.

  “A dirty-mouthed, rough, but caring mate, and a place in a world trying to rebuild itself.”

  The End

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