Page 46 of Flint's Arrow
When Flint reached Arrow’s hips, he deliberately bypassed his straining cock, kissing down one thigh instead. Arrow made a frustrated noise.
“Patience,” Flint murmured against the sensitive skin of Arrow’s inner thigh.
“Flint…”
“Shh.” He kissed lower, down to Arrow’s knee, his calf. “This is me taking care of you.”
He worked his way down to Arrow’s feet, massaging each one with oil-slicked fingers until Arrow had subsided back against the pillows, his body trembling, but he was trusting Flint to give him what he needed.
Perfect,Flint’s snake hissed.Our mate trusts us completely.
Taking his time, Flint kissed his way back up Arrow’s other leg, savoring every inch of exposed skin. Arrow’s thighs trembled when Flint’s breath ghosted over them, and his cock jerked, as precome pearled at the tip.
“Please,” Arrow whispered, and the raw need in his voice made something possessive and tender unfurl in Flint’s chest.
“I’ve got you,” Flint promised.
He settled between Arrow’s thighs, hands stroking up and down those powerful legs as he finally,finallyleaned forward andlicked a slow stripe up the underside of Arrow’s cock. Arrow’s hips bucked, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His fingers tightened in Flint’s hair, careful not to pull too hard.
Flint took his time there too, exploring with lips and tongue, learning what made Arrow gasp and what made him moan. He traced a thick ridge running along the underside before swirling his tongue around the head, tasting salt, musk, and Arrow’s essence. It was fast becoming Flint’s favorite taste.
When he finally took Arrow into his mouth, sinking down until the head bumped the back of his throat, Arrow’s entire body went taut.
“Flint…”
Flint hummed around him, one hand wrapping around the base while the other stroked Arrow’s thigh, grounding him. He set a steady rhythm, taking Arrow deep and then pulling back, using his tongue and the slight edge of teeth to drive his mate wild.
Arrow’s breathing was harsh and ragged, his control fraying with every pass of Flint’s mouth. Through their bond, Flint felt the pleasure building, spiraling higher and tighter until Arrow was trembling on the edge.
“I’m - fuck, I’m so close,” Arrow managed, fingers flexing in Flint’s hair like he might try to pull away. Flint doubled down instead, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, one hand coming up to roll Arrow’s balls gently. And that did it.
Arrow came with a shout, hips jerking as he spilled down Flint’s throat. Flint swallowed it all, working him through it until Arrow collapsed back against the pillows, his face flushed, chest heaving, and eyes glazed.
Flint released him with a final, gentle kiss to the tip and crawled up Arrow’s body, settling beside him. Arrow immediately pulled Flint close, tucking him against his chest.
“I love you,” Arrow whispered, his voice raw. “So fucking much.”
The words settled into Flint’s chest like a warm ember. “I love you too,” Flint said, pressing a kiss over Arrow’s heart. “Always.”
Arrow’s arms tightened around him, and through their bond, Flint could tell the stress about Patterson, and the agency had been shoved into the background for now. All he could sense was contentment and the love Arrow felt for him.
Mine,Flint thought happily as his snake stirred.
Ours,his snake corrected.Our mate. Our home. Our family.
Pressing a kiss against his head, Arrow’s fingers were soothing and arousing all in one go, up and down Flint’s spine. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For reminding me what matters.” Arrow’s voice rumbled through his chest. “For this. No one else has ever had my back the way you do.”
Flint tilted his head up, meeting Arrow’s eyes. “You deserve it, all of it, and I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.”
Arrow’s smile was soft - nothing like the cocky smirk he’d worn when they first met. “I’m starting to,” Arrow admitted. “You’re pretty persuasive in your own way.”
“I wondered how long it would take for you to work that out.” Flint chuckled as he settled back against Arrow’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. “In the meantime, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
He moaned as Arrow’s hand settled on his ass, gently rubbing, and dipping his finger into Flint’s crack. “In the meantime, if that’s a question,” he said, pressing back against Arrow’s hand, “the answer is yes, please. Are you going to take a turn at making me feel good now?”
