Undesirable Mate

“Tristan’s on his way back to New York, where he belongs. I’ve told him it’s over, not that there was anything there between us beyond convenience. He understands about us, and he should no longer concern you,” Kellen said, his voice softer as he got closer.

Phillip took a step back, he couldn’t afford to let Kellen touch him, or he knew he’d break. But damn he was tempted. Kellen was everything he’d ever wanted in a mate. Bigger, stronger, intelligent, hell the man killed people for a living, so he’d never have a problem with Phillip’s life in the service. His firm lips, green eyes, long wavy black hair, not to mention a body built for sin. Everything about Kellen called to Phillip like a moth to a flame. His mate was perfect. Too perfect, and Phillip couldn’t let the man get close to him. No one deserved to be tainted with his brand of evil, especially not a man like Kellen. He drew on the anger that festered while he’d been bound to the cross.

“What ‘us’?” Phillip threw up his hands, as if to ward Kellen off. “There is no ‘us’. You couldn’t even acknowledge me; you left with that…that person clinging to you like a fucking limpet. I don’t blame you. I totally understand, but don’t think there’s a chance of an ‘us’!”

By the Fates, his words would have sounded so much more convincing if his cock wasn’t threatening the seams of his pants. He knew the instant Kellen smelled his arousal. The man’s bright green eyes flared like emeralds in the sun and he took another long step closer.

“We can’t do this,” Phillip said, softer this time, his resolve breaking along with his voice. Kellen reached for him, and he knew, he fucking knew with every cell in his body that if the man touched him he would fall. “I’m not good for anyone,” he said urgently. “I let people down. I’m a traitor to the very people who care about me. Don’t you get it? A dirty traitor. You deserve so much better than me.”

Adult Excerpt

Kellen didn’t have a clue what’d gotten into his mate, but he wasn’t complaining. Phillip’s mouth was working him like a pro and Kellen locked his knees to stay upright. His hands loosely gripped Phillip’s hair, that blond mop on top providing the perfect anchorage just as he’d imagined.

Phillip moaned, the sound sending delicious shivers down his cock. Kellen quickly found himself on the brink of climax. The suction, the wet heat, that devilish tongue and the feel of Phillip’s throat working the head of his cock all proved too much too quickly. With one shallow thrust, Kellen came, grunting his release, just one word, “Phillip,” escaping his lips. Phillip gently suckled and licked him clean, before gently tucking Kellen’s spent member into his pants. Then the handsome man sat back on his heels, his cock outlined like a truncheon in his pants.

Still breathing hard, Kellen bent and dragged Phillip to his feet, quickly scanning the room; the beat up couch would have to do.

“We need to get back to Pearson,” Phillip mumbled as Kellen led him to the couch, pushing him flat on his back.

“He can wait five minutes.” Kellen tugged at Phillip’s button and zipper and within seconds Phillip’s cock was free and already damp.

“You’ve got an over-inflated sense of your skills in the cock-sucking department,” Phillip said, but as Kellen had already introduced his mouth to his mate’s cock, the words went up at the end. Kellen pulled off with a slurp.

“Five minutes, and if you make it that long, you can fuck and claim me after the meeting,” he said with a grin. From the flash in Phillip’s eyes, and the way they both looked at the clock on the wall, he guessed his challenge had been accepted.