Fuck, if his mate wasn’t sexy with those amethyst eyes of his. Plucking another grape from the bowl, Maverick slid it across his mate’s bottom lip. “Open wide, baby.” Cecil complied, flicking his tongue across the thin skin of the fruit. Maverick moaned. Unable to resist, he pulled the fruit away and replaced it with his tongue. Maverick pushed the bowl aside as he rolled to hover over his mate. They were lying in their bed, enjoying a lazy Sunday morning. His cock twitched when his mate sucked his tongue in, giggling as he gave him sloppy kisses. Cecil wasn’t the same man he met a month ago. His mate no longer flinched when one of the warriors yelled or Maverick became upset. This was a good sign. Maverick pulled one of the pillows from above Cecil’s head, tucking it under his mate’s ass. Cecil laughed. That was a sound Maverick would never tire of hearing. “What are you doing?” Maverick licked his lips as he stared at the sight splayed out before him. A slim, firm body with nestles of mahogany curls surrounding an erect and glorious cock.
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