Mateo walks into the closet before coming out with a pair of my pants while tugging one of his shirts over his head, making me snort as I try not to laugh. “Um, those are my tights,” I tell him, and he looks down, everything is on display. Including the full length of him snuggled against the tight material. I hadn’t really noticed that he was no slouch in that area.
“I grabbed them off my shelf,” he defends, looking down. “Surprisingly, they are quite comfy,” he decides, doing a squat. I am impressed at the material staying together and make a mental note to get more of that brand. “I need to get myself some of these elastic pants.” he continues, shaking his ass at me.
“Well, you have stretched those out now, so you can have them,” I chuckle, before he pulls on the elastic, adjusting himself inside them.
He struts over to the mirror on the door and looks at himself, turning slightly. “Gotta admit I do have a nice ass,” he muses, checking it out in the mirror.
I turn my head to the side, slightly jealous that his ass actually looks better in them than mine does.
“Wanna touch it?” he teases, backing his ass into me.
I roll my eyes at him. “Come on, let’s go make breakfast,” I scold him, smacking his ass. The leggings are thin, so I got a great slap sound out of it, and he hisses. I laugh, grabbing his hand and pull him to the kitchen. I am starving, my belly is rumbling loudly.
Scampering into the kitchen, I turn the kettle on. Caffeine, my best friend. I love you. I think as I shove two spoonfuls into my cup. Mateo reaches over and pinches my ass under Ezra’s shirt I am wearing, the hem only sitting mid-thigh. Jumping, I hiss, rubbing my naked butt cheek, and he laughs. “I only have a thong on, that hurt!”
I swat at his arm, and he gives me a crooked smile before reaching for the toaster and bread. “Remember, you started this ass war, Kat. Now what do you want? I can make toast, toast, or I can make some awesome toast?”
“Oh, the multitude of options, I think I will go with the second toast.”
“Good choice,” he agrees, grabbing the bread and peanut butter from the pantry.
Mateo makes toast while I make coffee. We put our offerings on the table and sit down to eat. I devour my toast before finishing my coffee.
“Did you even chew or just inhale your food?” he asks, giving me a scandalized stare. He isn’t even finished with one piece of his. “I did not just slave over a hot toaster for you not to appreciate the sheer divine blessing that is my cooking, and appreciate every bite.” he huffs, before giving me a wink. “Though I gotta admit, it is quite impressive how much you can fit in your mouth.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes at him, getting up and rinsing off my plate. I stand in the kitchen, waiting for him to finish while sipping the rest of my coffee.
When he is done, Mateo slips his plate into the sink, and turns around to face me. He steps closer, making me look up at him. His brows furrow, like he is trying to figure out what he is doing before he turns away.
Grabbing his shirt, I tug him back to me, surprising not only him but myself when I press my lips to his before letting his shirt go.
His eyes flicker between his and Ares. His hand grips the back of my neck, and he presses his body against mine, crushing me against the counter. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back. His hands travel down my sides, and he grabs me by my hips, lifting me onto the sink’s edge.
His tongue runs across the seam of my lips, and they part for him. He wastes no time as his tongue slips inside my mouth, catching and playing with mine. Mateo’s hands trail up my thighs and under my shirt, sparks dance on my skin where he touches. I moan into his mouth at the delightful sensation rolling over me, one I thought only existed for one person.
I pull away from the kiss, letting my fingers trail down his hard chest and to the hem of his shirt. I give it a tug and help him out of it. He’s breathing hard, and I’m captivated by the rise and fall of his chest. My hand trembles as I touch his skin. He’s watching my every move, barely holding himself back. I reach out with my legs and pull him closer to me, wrapping them around his waist and kissing right above his heart.
Mateo makes a strangled groan beneath me, his fingers running through my hair before he grabs me by the back of my neck again, tilting my head up to give me another soul-searing kiss. His lips press against mine and fire flickers through me. I can’t stop kissing him, and I suck on his bottom lip, nibbling it harsher than I planned. He shivers beneath me.
He pulls away with a shuddery sigh. I kiss his chin then follow his jawline, showering it with soft kisses until I get to his neck. My canines grow and I freeze in place. I try to pull away, but his hand in my hair stops me.
“Please don’t resist it,” he whimpers. The desperation is fresh in his voice. He needs this, needs us, and knowing that, makes me aware of how much we need him too. I brush my lips across his neck, and he lets out a shaky breath. My tongue traces the area I’m about to mark, and he tenses beneath me. His heartbeat is so loud I feel like I’m drowning under it. Letting my teeth sink into his tender neck, blood flows into my mouth as the bond forms. He moans beneath me and my mark is complete, Mateo is mine. My bond with Ezra stretches, allowing Mateo’s emotions to rush through me, forging the bond as both of their tethers snap back into place like the snap of a rubber band. I can feel both of them, their emotions flooding the bond, and feel like they are my own.
Ezra can feel I’ve marked Mateo, but instead of anything negative from him, there is only the warmth of love and acceptance.
Mateo’s feelings are all over the place as I pull my teeth from his neck, and only then do I realize how tight of a grip he has on me, his arms are wrapped securely around me. The emotions from him are overwhelming, and I try to decipher them.
One thing is clearer to me than anything else, it cuts through the emotions of both of my mates. Nothing is more perfect and right than the sensation of them both being connected to me. It is like Mateo was ours all along, we just hadn’t opened our eyes to realize it. Mateo, on the other hand, had understood that we were meant to be from the day we’d met.
How was that possible? And more importantly, why hadn’t he said anything? Before I could ask him, though, he tangles his fingers in my hair and tilts my head back to resume our earlier kiss. Our tongues dance against each other and my questions are silenced.