Page 34 of Flint's Arrow
Crossing the distance between them in three steps, Flint pressed himself close, tilting his face up, one hand fisting in the soft fabric of Arrow’s Henley.
“Flint?” Arrow’s voice was rough. “Are you…”
“Kiss me,” Flint demanded.
Arrow groaned, a broken sound of relief as the scent of arousal thickened between them. His hands were soft as they came up to cup Flint’s face, and then Arrow bent his head, and moving incredibly slowly, lowered his mouth to Flint’s.
The kiss was everything Flint had imagined and nothing like he’d expected. Soft at first, questioning, giving Flint every opportunity to pull away. But when Flint pressed closer, when he opened his mouth and sucked on Arrow’s bottom lip, the kiss changed.
Arrow made a sound low in his throat and pulled Flint flush against him. The hand on Flint’s face slid into his hair while the other wrapped around his waist. Arrow kissed him like he was drowning and Flint was air, like he’d been waiting weeks for this moment and planned to make it count.
Flint’s snake hissed approval, coiling tight with satisfaction.Mine, it whispered.Ours.
Arrow tasted like beer and wood smoke and something uniquely him, that special something that made Flint’s head spin. When Arrow’s tongue swept into his mouth, Flint’s knees went weak. He clutched at Arrow’s shoulders, hanging on while Arrow kissed him with single-minded intensity.
They broke apart, gasping. Arrow rested his forehead against Flint’s, breathing hard.
“I’ve been dreaming about that,” Arrow confessed roughly.
“Just kissing?” Flint managed.
“Among other things.” Arrow’s laugh was shaky. “But I promised I wouldn’t push, so…”
Flint kissed him again, swallowing whatever Arrow had been about to say.
Chapter Twelve
Arrow’s hands slid down Flint’s back, tracing the curve of his spine through his shirt. Every touch sent sparks through him, the mate bond singing at finally,finallybeing allowed this closeness. But underneath the desperate want thrumming through his veins, Arrow kept a tight leash on his wolf.
Slow, he reminded himself firmly.This is Flint. He deserves better than being thrown down and rutted into.
Flint pulled back, chest heaving, lips swollen from their kisses. His pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the blue of his iris. “Bedroom?”
The question came out breathy, uncertain in a way that made Arrow’s chest tight. His confident and gorgeous man was nervous about taking him to bed.
“Only if you want to,” Arrow managed, though his cock was already hard enough to pound nails. “We can take this slowly. We don’t have to…”
“Arrow.” Flint’s fingers tightened in his shirt. “We’ve waited long enough. I want you in my bed. Now.”
The certainty in those words nearly undid him. Arrow kissed him again, softer this time, then let Flint take his hand and lead him down the short hallway.
The bedroom was small and cozy, dominated by a king-sized bed covered in a green quilt. Plants lined the windowsill, their leaves catching the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The space smelled overwhelmingly of Flint and Arrow’s wolf whined.Home, his wolf whispered.This is home.
Arrow had to close his eyes for a moment, steadying himself against the wall as the scent washed over him. Three weeks ofseparation, of the mating pull clawing at his insides, and now he stood in Flint’s most intimate space, surrounded by everything that made his mate who he was.
“You okay?” Flint’s hand touched his arm.
Arrow opened his eyes, finding Flint watching him with concern creasing his forehead. “Yeah. Just...you have no idea how good you smell right now.”
Pink colored Flint’s cheeks, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.
Arrow’s breath caught. Flint was lean and compact, his chest and stomach were defined with muscle that didn’t come from a gym but from the physical demands of his work and of being a strong snake shifter.
“See something you like?” Flint’s voice held a teasing edge, but Arrow caught the uncertainty underneath.
“You’re beautiful,” Arrow said honestly, reaching out to trace one finger along Flint’s collarbone. “Absolutely perfect.”
Flint shivered under the touch. His hands went to Arrow’s shirt, fingers fumbling slightly with the edge of the Henley. Arrow helped him, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.
