Page 53 of The Librarian’s Familiar

“You’re naked. I can’t help it,” Charlie murmured against his lips. His free hand skimmed August’s rib and over his hip.

“I can give you a hand since you’re a little busy.” He nipped at Charlie’s jaw and licked over his pulse, enjoying the way it picked up pace as desire bloomed over his skin.

“Mmm, that’s very generous.”

August dropped to his knees, freed Charlie’s dick from the confines of his jeans and briefs, and took the head in his mouth, needing to taste him.

“I wasn’t—oh, fuck!” Charlie’s words dissolved into a soft moan.

With one hand, he gripped Charlie’s hip to keep him in place; the other wrapped around his own shaft because he wasn’t able to wait. Charlie rested his hand on August’s shoulder as his hips started to rock forward. Pre-cum coated his tongue, which only spurred him on.

He was so close. His dick throbbed, and his belly was tight.

His tongue moved against Charlie’s shaft as he drew back before swallowing every inch again. Charlie rocked onto his toes. His dick hardened further.

“I’m going to…” His fingers dug into August’s shoulder.

He wanted to unravel his witch. To leave him breathless and gasping. He drew back, sucking and working over the head as Charlie came with a grunt, spilling over his tongue. August closed his eyes as lust raced down his spine and lodged in his balls. It only took one more stroke for him to come on the ground. He sat back on his heels to catch his breath—breathing was totally overrated when giving head—and glanced up at Charlie, who looked like he wanted to wilt to the ground.

He tucked Charlie’s dick away and did up his jeans.

“I guess I should get dressed.” But August wasn’t in a rush, and if they’d been deeper in the woods or somewhere a little more private, he’d be getting Charlie naked. As it was, they were close enough to the lake that another shifter could all too easily stumble on them, and there was no mistaking the scent lingering on the air.

Charlie held out the armful of clothing, and August plucked out his shirt and briefs. “What do you do when you shift with your brothers?”

“They don’t get me hard.” Shifting made him hot and horny, but he didn’t usually act on it. He stood and tugged on his clothes. “That’s the first time I’ve had sex straight after shifting.” And it was something he wanted to do again.

He was starting to see the upside of this fated mate thing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“So you and the bear?” Sinclair passed Charlie his coffee and the bag containing the muffin. Today’s muffin special was banana and chocolate chip. There was a swirl of icing on top with a piece of white chocolate perched jauntily on top like a rakish hat. There was a savory option too, but Sinclair knew better than to ask which one Charlie wanted.

One day, he was going to fuck with him and choose the savory option. Today was not that day, given that he’d had about five hours’ sleep because August had stayed over. It wasn’t every night, but it was certainly enough that the bond never even got halfway unraveled.

Sure, he could say no and tell August that he wanted to wait and see what would happen when it was completely gone. But he had no desire to do that, even though that was the smart thing to do. Every time August appeared on his doorstep, it was all he could do not to grab the front of his coat and haul him inside. As it was, they sometimes didn’t make it to the bedroom.

He swallowed, debating if he should deny it, or laugh, or run away without saying anything.

Sinclair winked. “I can smell him on you. It’s not going to be a secret for long in this town if you’re all up in each other’s businesses every morning.”

“It’s not every morning.” His cheeks burned.

Sinclair grinned. “Not my business. Just a friendly reminder that even a scrub in the shower doesn’t remove everything.”

Charlie forced himself to stand there instead of fleeing like his coat was on fire. “You can tell who from the scent?”

He laughed. “No, but only one person has bought you coffee, and since he’s keeping secrets, I will too.” He put his fingertip on his lower lip. “But people around him will be smelling you on him.”

“Me or witch?”

“You, because you wear fancy cologne. Dead giveaway. Especially around here.”

Charlie grimaced. “Right. Great.”

Another reason that living around too many paranormals was a pain in the ass. Clearly, Sinclair had not detected the bond, but then perhaps he hadn’t been around too many familiars and didn’t know what he was looking for.

“Is it? Because it’s not too late if you change your mind and prefer shifters with more brains than brawn.”