Ezra seems shocked for a second before moving closer, gripping my thigh hooked around his waist and lifting it higher. "Careful Little One, my self-control isn't that good," he groans next to my ear, making me shiver. He grinds himself against me, and I gasp when his erection presses against me.
He laughs at my reaction at first, then groans like a starving man in need of dinner. He kisses my lips, then my jaw and he nips at my throat.
I lose myself to the sensations and moan against him. I arch against the bed, giving him access to more of my throat. Every kiss and touch burns into my mind. I never want it to stop, I don't know what's wrong with me and at this point I don't care.
His tongue darts out and he licks a swirling pattern against my neck before sucking on it. Teeth graze me but I’m not afraid. I arch more, pushing my body against his. Tingles turn to sparks, that turn into a raging wildfire that consumes me. My clit throbs and I press against his erection, not sure what is happening, but knowing that he can make it all make sense.
A purr rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me. His hardness twitches against me and Ezra pulls away to bite his lip as he trembles at my touch.
He's not gone long before he's kissing me again. He nips at my neck, then nibbles on my shoulder, biting gently, his tongue sweeping in after to salve the spot. His cinnamon and sandalwood scent surround me. It's the oddest combination, but somehow because it's him it comes together perfectly.
The bed dips as he presses his weight against me, and I can feel every muscle lining his chest and stomach. One of his hands tangles in my hair, and he kisses me again.
Suddenly, I hear a strange crunching noise. I stare at the ceiling. Was that his back? Does he have arthritis? I wonder. He isn’t that old even if I had teased him over the age gap.
"Whatcha doing?" Chuckles a deep singsong voice.
Ezra freezes, and I jump beneath him. An annoyed growl escapes Ezra, and he pulls back to inspect our intruder.
Mateo lays next to me, head propped on his hand, staring at us intently while eating a bag of chips, which explains the weird crunching noise.
My face burns that he walked in without us noticing, laying like a ninja beside us this entire time watching stealthily.
"Mateo!" Ezra growls, annoyed. A vein on his forehead bulges.
A stupid grin splits my face. He pops another chip in his mouth, smiling at me cheekily. He's such a goof.
"Want some?" He offers the bag to us.
Ezra pushes the bag away. "What are you doing here?" Ezra demands, sitting up.
"You can continue, don't mind me. Looked like we were about to get to the good stuff. Carry on as you were. I have popcorn too," he says, shoving another chip in his mouth and crunching loudly. I chuckle at him. It is hard to be embarrassed and annoyed with Mateo.
"I thought you were going to see Marge?" Ezra complains, climbing off the bed.
"Been there, done that.” He pauses and shudders. “Well not that…. But I already saw her."
"You didn't think to knock?" Ezra questions with a twitching eyebrow.
Mateo taps his chin with his finger, as if thinking deeply. "I did think about it. But then thought nah, surprise is better. Bet you're glad I am here to protect that virtue of yours, Kat, the big bad Alpha looked like he was about to steal it," he teases, sending me a wink.
"My virtue?" I ask, shaking my head.
"Of course, someone's gotta look after it for you." He thumped his chest with a fist. "You were about to give it away with all that moaning and dry humping you two were doing, you even got me all flustered," he says, fanning himself with his hand.
I reach over, grab a cushion and smack him with it. "We were not about–”
"Sure you weren't," he winks at me. "Lucky I'm here to save you for your mate. Isn't that right, Alpha? She should wait for her mate and all."
Ezra growls at him, I find his annoyance quite amusing. I like seeing all the different expressions he can make. "Her virtue," Ezra says with air quotes. "Was never in danger," he spits back at Mateo.
"Oi, don't be taking out your blue balls on me. I'm just looking out for my best friend. Us girls gotta stick together, right, Kat?" Mateo asks, nudging me with his hip.
"Really, you girls? Did you have a sex change and forget to tell me?" Ezra snorts and runs a hand through his hair. But even he can’t stay mad at Mateo. I see his lip twitch as if trying to contain his laughter.
"Maybe, I didn’t want to tell you, I know how hot you get for me,” he laughs.
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Ezra sighs, the almost smile is wiped away in an instant. "Mateo," he growls.
Mateo continues on, oblivious. “I will show Kat later, she can check it out for me, we can even compare," Mateo pops another chip in his mouth while Ezra flat-out glares at him. "So moody," Mateo mutters, waving him off with his hand.
"Don't you have work to do?" Ezra demands. His nostrils flare.
"Probably, but that's one of the bonuses of sleeping with the boss, I can get out of it," Mateo says with a shrug.
I raise an eyebrow at his words.
"What? Technically, I did sleep here, didn't I? Therefore, I get friends with benefits privileges," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at us.
"Work, Mateo. Now!" Ezra orders him.
They bicker like an old married couple, I think to myself.
"Fine, come on, Kat. Let's go," Mateo says, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bed.
I stand up, stretching.
Ezra scowls at him. "Mateo my…… Kat stays here, you can't take her."
"But I saw her first, therefore I call dibs."
"You get dibs?" I chuckle, shaking my head.
He moves closer, yanking me to him and licks my arm.
"Gross!" I shriek.
"You didn't say that when the Alpha was licking and sucking on you," he pouts, and my face turns red at his words.
"See? I licked her, she's mine now.”
"I'm not food, you don't get to call dibs by licking me," I complain.
"Mateo!" Ezra warns with a deeper growl.
I see his eyes flicker, making my brows pinch in confusion, why is he getting so upset? Mateo is only messing around, his abrupt anger makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Well as fun as this is, I'm going to leave. I will let you sort out the bromance you got going on here," I say, moving toward the door.
Ezra sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I should go do some work, I suppose," he mutters.
"Yeah, gotta work off all that sexual tension, smells like a brothel in here," Mateo says, sniffing the air and waving a hand around. Ezra smacks him in the chest.
Shaking my head, I leave and head to my room.