Not only did Taylor not pull away, his shoulders began to shake ever harder. Chase was at a loss. He wasn’t used to comforting anyone. But Taylor wasn’t just anyone. Taylor was his mate. He wanted to take the pain away. It hurt Chase’s heart to see Taylor so torn up.
“Come here, hon,” Chase said as he tugged on Taylor’s upper body.
This time Taylor did pull back. He wiped his face on the pillow and then turned, scowling at Chase. “Don’t try to comfort me. This is all your fault, Chase. If you had claimed Justin and me, we wouldn’t be out here in the middle of nowhere, and I would be cuddling Justin in my arms right now.”
Chase growled as he grabbed the back of Taylor’s neck, pulling the man forward until their eyes were so close that he could see the small flecks of black in Taylor’s blue eyes. “I’ll take the responsibility for this, Taylor. But you will stop yelling at me.”
Taylor pushed at Chase, smacking his hands into Chase’s chest as the white-hot tears slid down Taylor’s face. “This is your fault!”
Chase manacled Taylor’s wrists, bringing them close to his chest. “Are you angry with me?”
“Yes!” Taylor shouted.
“Do you want to lash out at me?”
“God, yes!”
“Do you hate me?”
“No!” The answer came so quickly that Chase knew it to be the truth. Before Chase allowed his brain to take over and talk him out of it, he pulled Taylor closer, taking his lips and plunging his tongue deep into Taylor’s moist, hot mouth.
When Taylor groaned, tugging at his hands, Chase released them. Taylor gripped Chase’s shirt, curling the material in his hands. “I don’t like you,” he said into Chase’s mouth before opening wider for Chase’s exploration.
“I know,” Chase said softy as he licked Taylor’s bottom lip, teasing it with his teeth before trailing his tongue down Taylor’s jawline.
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Taylor whimpered as he tilted his head, panting heavily as Chase sucked up a bruise on the man’s neck. His mate tasted so damn good that Chase wanted to eat him alive.
“I know,” Chase repeated as he thrust his hand under the sheet and groaned when his knuckled brushed Taylor’s naked hip. The man wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oh, fucking hell! Chase snatched the sheet from Taylor’s body, and then crawled between the man’s legs, feeling Taylor’s erection probing at his stomach as Chase latched onto one perfect nipple. Taylor was pushing Chase away and pulling him closer at the same time.
Chase reached up and grabbed Taylor’s hands, locking them at his sides as he teased the nipple with his teeth, rolling it around and suckling it into his mouth. His hands tightened around Taylor’s wrists when the man bucked and then spread his legs wide.
He cursed the fact that he had underwear on. Chase wanted to feel Taylor’s hot cock against his very own. Releasing one hand, Chase pushed at the waistband until he was able to kick them free, never releasing Taylor’s swollen bud from his mouth.
“C–Chase.” Taylor writhed around.
“Easy, hon,” Chase said as he licked his way across Taylor’s chest, and then began an assault on Taylor’s other perfectly shaped nipple. The brown bud pebbled, the skin tightening as Chase lavished it with his tongue. He was so hard, so ready to fuck Taylor that Chase couldn’t think straight. The only thing he knew for certain was that he had to have the man. He had to be buried balls-deep in Taylor’s ass before he went insane.
He cocked a brow when Taylor began to push at Chase’s shoulders. He knew exactly what the man wanted, and Chase had no problem sucking the slim man’s cock. He was just a little shocked that Taylor was almost demanding it.
“Do you want me to suck your pretty dick, Taylor?”
Taylor whimpered and writhed, pushed and nodded. Chase sucked at Taylor’s skin as he made his way down to the man’s navel, licking a path around the entire circumference. Taylor’s hips shot forward, and a long moan fell from his lips, his nails digging into Chase’s flesh.
Chase growled softly as he kissed his way over to one hip, circling the skin with his tongue, before kissing his way over to the other hip.
“Stop teasing me, Chase.” Taylor panted, his hips rocking back and forth as Chase had mercy on his mate and licked a path toward the head of Taylor’s leaking cock. The clear liquid was pooling at his navel, a temptation Chase couldn’t resist. He leaned forward, cleaning his mate’s abdomen, his taste buds exploding as he lapped at his mate’s pre-cum.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Chase snapped the words out and then leaned back, nipping Taylor’s inner thigh before sucking one lone orb into his mouth.
“Chase!”
Chase didn’t relent. He moved the orb in his mouth around and then sucked Taylor’s entire sac between his lips. The wrinkled skin filled his mouth as Chase used his tongue to trace every single indent.
“Gods, Chase!” Taylor cried out as he bucked his hips, his hands flying to Chase’s head, pulling at his hair roughly. Chase hummed around his mate’s balls, knowing it would drive Taylor even crazier.
And he was right.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.” Taylor chanted the words over and over again as Chase allowed spittle to leave his mouth and then caught it with his fingers. He circled his mate’s puckered hole, his breathing becoming unsteady as he felt just how tight Taylor’s ass really was.
The man’s ass was going to strangle Chase’s cock.
Chase released Taylor’s balls and then began to lick his way up the shaft, chasing the large vein with his tongue as his finger slowly sank into Taylor’s asshole.
Taylor made the strangest noise Chase had ever heard when his finger sank all of the way in. It was a mix between a keening wail and a cough. He had never heard a sound like that before, and
