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his arousal went to Landon's head like the most
potent drug in existence. Landon grunted and slid his finger into his mate's channel.
    Angel was tight, almost impossibly so. His ass muscles
clenched around the invader and he whimpered pleadingly as he tried to push
back on the impaling digit. It was a little difficult, since he also kept
grinding against Landon's abs, as if he couldn't quite decide what he craved
more—the penetration, or the friction.
    Landon made sure his mate wasn't uncomfortable, then started
to move his finger in and out of Angel. He aimed for Angel's prostate, and
grinned when a choked moan from his mate signaled the fact that he'd found his
target. Angel's rhythm became even more frantic, but he wasn't there yet. He
was hovering over the edge of climax, but not close enough for him to come.
    Landon massaged Angel's special spot, all the while doing his
best not to embarrass himself and orgasm simply at the sound of Angel's voice.
That became quite an effort when Angel practically screamed, "Please...
Please, Landon. Fuck me."
    Landon could have done it. He could have fucked Angel right
then and there, claimed his mate against the shower tiles. Angel wanted it—that
much was clear. It would have been incredibly easy to just thrust inside his
mate's willing body. But Angel deserved better. He deserved to be taken on
silken sheets, peppered with kisses, writhing under Landon's ministrations.
Landon couldn't just surrender to his instincts and forget that.
    He also couldn't deny his mate the pleasure Angel so
obviously craved. Setting Angel back down, he knelt in front of his mate for
the second time. He was forced to slide his fingers out of Angel's ass in the
process—causing Angel to make a small mournful sound—but he mentally vowed it
would be worth it.
    This time, Landon didn't tease, nor did he make any silent
promises he didn't keep. He took Angel's dick in his mouth and started to suck
in earnest. The Alpha inside him had always enjoyed giving blow jobs, since
even when he was on his knees, he remained in complete control. He loved it
more now, the wolf howling in triumph as Landon destroyed the last remnants of
his mate's composure.
    Holding onto Angel's hips, he worshiped the slender shaft in
his mouth, idly thinking that it was just as beautiful as its owner. Focusing
on the head of his mate's dick, Landon gathered the already leaking fluid on
his tongue. He almost regretted doing this in the shower, since some of the
flavor was wasted, but the rising sounds of his mate's cries convinced him he'd
made the right call.
    For a little while, he continued to alternate hard suction
with teasing licks. When he thought Angel was particularly close to coming, he
gripped the base of his mate's shaft, keeping Angel on the edge for a while
longer. Finally, when he had his beautiful dove writhing and clawing at the
tiles, he released his hold on Angel's testes and thrust two fingers into his
mate's anus.
    With a howl that rivaled that of Landon's wolf, Angel came.
Spurts of sweet and salty cream filled Landon's mouth, and he swallowed every
single delicious drop. His mate lost his balance, his knees giving out because
of the force of his climax, but Landon caught him before he could fall.
    Now on his feet, he lifted Angel in his arms and turned off
the tap. It took a bit of clever maneuvering to dry them both off, which was
harder than it should have been given that Landon hadn't come yet. Nonetheless,
he managed. Eventually, he carried his mate into the bedroom and gently set him
on the mattress.
    For all his earlier climax, Angel looked disgruntled. With
his hair all over the place from the shower, he reminded Landon of a pissed off
bird fluffing his feathers to point out his irritation. "You didn't
come," Angel pointed out.
    "I have plenty of time," Landon replied as he
climbed onto the bed with his mate. He licked Angel's ear and drew a shudder
from his lover. "I'm nowhere near done with you,