Page 33 of The Librarian’s Familiar

What if there wasn’t a next time?

Did he want a next time?

That was thinking too far into the future, when all his brain cells wanted was to concentrate on what Charlie was doing with his hand. He glanced down, then decided that was too awkward as he couldn’t get his hands on Charlie.

He rolled onto his side and pulled Charlie close, hooking his leg over his thigh to keep him there. Not that Charlie seemed inclined to go anywhere. He gave August a languid kiss while his fingers continued their slow exploration of his dick—which was making his toes curl.

He wasn’t used to the lack of rush. It was decided, and once begun, a race to the end. This felt like it could go for hours, maybe, if Charlie stopped touching him like that.

He rocked his hips back. “Too much.”

Why was he so on edge? Yet at the same time, he didn’t want Charlie to stop. It had to be the shifting heat lingering in his blood.

“Mmm.” Charlie moved over him, straddling his hips and moving like he was fucking him. “That is the idea.”

“I know but…” But he didn’t want it to end because what if there wasn’t a next time? He’d never cared before.

Charlie spat in his hand and grasped both cocks. August glanced down to watch as he stroked. It wasn’t possible that Charlie could unravel him so fast. This time, he couldn’t look away or tell Charlie to stop. Instead, he added his hand, wrapping it over Charlie’s.

Charlie glanced up. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” No, he wanted to suck him, he wanted Charlie’s dick in his mouth, he wanted Charlie to fuck him. He wanted to lick Charlie’s hole, something he’d never done, but it had felt so good when it was done to him.

“Sure?”

“No.” He flipped Charlie off and onto his back, one hand on his belly to keep him there, the other on his dick as he took it in his mouth. Sucking and swallowing like he needed his cum more than air.

“Fuck.” Charlie’s hips jerked up as he came, spilling down his throat.

August swallowed and made sure there was nothing left before pulling off and rocking back onto his knees. He took his dick in hand and stroked himself a few times until he came. His cum splashed on Charlie’s thigh and stomach.

His chest heaved like he’d been sprinting. What the fuck had come over him?

“Needed to mark your territory?” Charlie asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Err…sorry?” Except he wasn’t. He kind of liked the way Charlie looked covered in his cum.

“I’d have finished you.”

“Couldn’t wait.” That was the truth at least. “Still want a taste?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned down and licked a stripe through the cum and leaned over to kiss him. Charlie’s tongue slid into his mouth like he wanted every drop.

August flopped onto his back next to him. He should have gotten up to leave…but he didn’t want to. Should he ask?

“You can stay…though I need to clean up.” His lips curved.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Charlie sat up. “I want you to stay, and who knows what might happen if you do?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

On one hand, Charlie didn’t want to kick August out, even though it made the most sense. It was certainly the easy option given what had happened. On the other hand, letting him stay might lead to awkward questions in the morning.

He hated it when he slept with a shifter and the fated mates bond formed. There was no warning before it was going to happen, so all he could do was hope that August didn’t notice before it faded.