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peck,
    no big deal. He could do so again, then get things back on
    track. Rhys touched his lips to his mate’s and all good
    intention fled.
    Sterling half sighed half moaned against Rhys’ mouth. His
    tongue eased out and swiped across Rhy’s. “Please.” His voice
    sounded low and seductive as he pressed his hard body against
    Rhys and wound his hands around Rhys’ waist.
    I am so very fucked. Gripping Sterling’s hips, Rhys tugged
    him closer until the hard ridge of Sterling’s erection rested
    against his thigh. Rhys deepened the kiss and his cock
    hardened almost instantly.
    Sterling took immediate notice, practically purring and
    bucking against him.
    Shit. He should stop this now. But Sterling tasted so good.
    Like chocolate and coffee. It was exactly how Rhys imagined
    Sterling would taste. Rich, earthy… refreshing.
    Hands roaming down Rhys’ back, Sterling moaned and
    ground his hips against Rhys’ leg, making sure Rhys felt his
    hard cock. Sterling’s tongue slid through Rhys’ lips, exploring
    and his hand slid to Rhys’ ass.
    He shouldn’t be doing this. He’d promised himself he’d wait
    until Sterling was in college. Sterling needed to concentrate on
    school not— Damn it , Sterling was just so fucking sweet
    and— Rhys gripped a handful of Sterling’s short dark hair and
    tipped his head farther back. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his
    lips down the smooth column of Sterling’s throat. The strong
    pulse flared against his tongue and his raked over the soft skin.
    His prick throbbed yearning for more. More that he couldn’t
    possibly have. Not now. But now he’d enjoy what he could
    have for just a few moments more.
    Groaning, Sterling thrust against Rhys and his hand slid
    around, gripping Rhys’ prick through his jeans.
    Holy shit. Rhys moved toward his hand. He should stop. He
    should pull away and make Sterling—
    The doorbell rang.
    It was like being hit by a welcomed bucket of ice water. Rhys
    stepped back, or tried to, Sterling had a death grip on him.
    “Sterling…”
    “No. Please, don’t stop.”
    Rhys groaned. God he didn’t want to but he’d promised
    himself and— “The pizza is here.”
    “Huh?” Blinking, Sterling let go of Rhys. The irises of his
    eyes stretched to the edges, blocking out the white. Wolf eyes.
    Rhys’ own eyes blurred and the mused dazed look made
    Rhys’ cock jerk and his stomach tighten. Closing his eyes, he
    took a deep breath trying to control himself.
    Sterling’s fingers tickled over Rhys’ beard and down his
    throat.
    Swallowing hard, Rhys’ opened his eyes.
    Sterling’s gaze followed his fingers. The look on his face was
    one of pure lust. He stepped closer reaching for Rhys but Rhys
    stuck his hand out stopping him.
    “Get the pizza, Sterling.”
    His head tilted and his nose twitched, sniffing. “Son of a
    bitch.” Sterling blinked and his eyes shifted back to normal. It
    never ceased to impressive Rhys how quickly Sterling could
    shift. Sterling frowned, his shoulders drooping a little. “I
    thought I was going to have a lot to be thankful for this
    Thanksgiving.” Shaking his head, he growled and headed
    toward the livingroom.
    Rhys didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He sat down on the
    edge of his bed and ran his hands down his face. There was a
    lot to be thankful for this year. Sterling, being chief among
    them. Rhys chuckled. Now he supposed he could add ill timed
    pizza men to the list.
    Written by JL Langley

    JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to
    her credit. Among her hobbies she includes
    reading, practicing her marksmanship (she
    happens to be a great shot), gardening, working
    out (although she despises cardio), searching for
    the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can
    tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more
    research)
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