Remember Me(20)

He cupped Kenny’s face, rubbing his thumb back and forth, and Kenny nuzzled his face into the man’s large palm. Being with the shifter again made him feel safe and Kenny could remember feeling the same way on Saturday night. When Michael found him, Kenny was seconds away from being raped. Michael had used extreme care when dressing him and covering him back up. Kenny had been unable to move, he was helpless, but it didn’t matter. Michael took care of him. He held him close, talked to him, and made sure he was safe.

Just thinking about everything Michael had done for him brought tears to his eyes. He was blessed to have a mate like Michael.

“I should be thanking you.”

“No.” Michael took Kenny’s hand in his own and led him into the house, closing the front door. “You’re my mate. It’s my pleasure to care for you in any manner you need me to.”

“I hate to intrude, but I need to cross the living room to get to the front door,” Damon’s voice suddenly interrupted.

Michael chuckled and Kenny couldn’t help but smile. The man’s laugh was real and beautiful. The sound sent tingles down Kenny’s spine and he involuntarily shivered.

“Have a good day at work, Damon. And thank you again for watching over my mate.” Michael wrapped an arm around Kenny’s waist and pulled him against his side. He puffed out his broad chest, seeming proud to introduce Kenny as his.

“I’m glad you came over. You’re welcome to move in with us, we’d love to have you.” Damon patted Kenny’s shoulder as he walked past them and left the house.

“Uh…you see…since we’re…what he meant was…” Michael struggled to finish a sentence.

“It’s okay.” Kenny moved so that he was facing Michael. “We’re mates. I know what that means. Damon talked to me all night. He told me all about mates, and I’m ready.”

“You’re ready?” Michael whispered the question as if he hadn’t heard Kenny.

“Yes.” Kenny nodded his head.

He’d never been so sure of anything in his life. He wanted Michael to claim him. He wanted to be with the man forever. Michael had already proved what kind of person he was. Kenny didn’t need to “date” him to know the truth.





Chapter 9




He smelled Kenny’s arousal, a lovely sweetening in the air, and Michael’s body answered immediately. His dick hardened, pushing against the front of his soft pajama pants. Sweeping up the young man in his arms, Michael carried him to his bedroom. Michael pushed the door closed with his foot and went directly to the bed, laying Kenny down.

He climbed on top of the man, careful of his weight, and connected their lips once more.

When he pulled back, Kenny’s eyes were glazed. “I’ve been dreaming about you, Kenny.”

Michael had never wanted anyone this much in his life and he knew without a doubt that it was because Kenny was his mate, his perfect match. With a groan, he leaned closer until their chests rubbed together—his naked, but Kenny’s still covered in a T-shirt. Using one hand to support his weight, he slid the other up Kenny’s arm and cupped his face. He rubbed his fingers against the soft skin of Kenny’s cheek.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth once more. Their lips touched and he moaned. Kissing Kenny was beyond pleasurable. Sensations rushed through his system and Michael couldn’t help but move against Kenny’s body. He groaned when Kenny brushed his tongue across his.

“Claim me,” Kenny whispered.

Michael’s temperature shot up a notch at Kenny’s request.

Leaning back, he unbuttoned Kenny’s jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He stared into Kenny’s eyes as he undressed the man, looking for any sign of unease. But he didn’t sense any hesitation. Michael knelt there for a moment, gazing down at Kenny. His mate was stunning—thick curly brown hair fanned out on the pillow and his chocolate eyes beckoning Michael, silently begging him to mark and claim.

Michael reached for the waistband of Kenny’s pants. He removed the denim material, tossing it over his shoulder. Kenny’s cock was hard behind the briefs he wore and Michael licked his lips. He dropped down and rubbed his face against Kenny’s crotch, inhaling the man’s potent scent.

“Take off your shirt, baby,” Michael requested, eyeing the treat hidden behind the man’s briefs. Kenny lifted himself up and quickly pulled the T-shirt off, tossing it aside.

Pulling the cotton material down, Michael licked along the length of Kenny’s hard shaft. At the first contact, Kenny cursed and jerked his hips upward. Michael grabbed Kenny’s cock, wrapping his mouth around the head. Using his lips, he sucked from tip to base. He bobbed his head up and down, swallowing the man’s length down his throat.