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was going to strangle Bailey’s friend and thank him. While in and out of consciousness, Jordan had tried to think of a way to tell Bailey the truth. It felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders and a brewing storm at the same time. “Are you mad?”

“Hell yes,” Bailey said as he slapped Jordan’s leg.

Maybe he should have stayed unconscious a little while longer. He didn’t like the anger in Bailey’s sage-green eyes. There was nothing he could do to unclaim the man, and Jordan didn’t want to.

“I’m mad because you didn’t tell me.”

It took a second for Bailey’s words to sink in. His mate wasn’t mad that Jordan had claimed him, just pissed that Jordan hadn’t told him. “You weren’t ready to hear that I had claimed you. What would you have done if I’d told you that I accidently lost control and mated us?”

Bailey looked as if he was mulling Jordan’s words over. He was still rock hard from his mate’s massage and that wasn’t helping Jordan’s mood. He wanted release, even if he was still weak from being poisoned.

Sighing, his mate’s grip loosened. “I would have freaked out.”

“Exactly.” Jordan pressed his legs closer to Bailey. “And now?”

Bailey turned his head away, but not before Jordan saw the fear in his mate’s eyes. The man was still scared as hell to trust Jordan with his heart.

“Come here.” Jordan held his hand out.

“You’re still weak, Jordan. You can barely move—”

Jordan jackknifed, grabbing Bailey and pulling the man over his chest. “Never call me weak.”

Bailey slapped at Jordan’s chest. “Fact is fact.”

Jordan grabbed Bailey’s wrists and held them firmly in his hands. “I may not be at full strength, but I have never been weak.”

“Touchy.” Bailey propped himself on Jordan’s chest. “That wasn’t a strike against your manhood, Jordan. I was only saying that the poison has—”

Jordan growled. “Don’t say it.”

“Made you weaker,” Bailey said challengingly.

“Then I guess you’ll have to do all the work.” Jordan decided that fucking his mate was a much better option than arguing with him. But if Bailey wanted to keep arguing, Jordan was going to shove his cock down the man’s throat.

He would put Bailey’s tongue to better use.

“I’m not going to have sex with you when you can barely hold your damn head up,” his mate continued his protest.

“My head is holding up just fine.”

Bailey narrowed his eyes at Jordan. “I wasn’t referring to that head.”

“Sweetheart,” Jordan said as he pulled Bailey closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. “I could be inches away from death and still have the strength and desire to fuck you.”

“Why do I believe you?”

Jordan ran his hand over Bailey’s short cropped hair, feeling more than just a lustful need. His heart quickened when Bailey gave him a sensual smile. Not even the man who had tried to kill him had the power to destroy him the way Bailey had. His mate was wrapped tightly around Jordan’s heart and he could barely breathe as he held the man in his arms.

“Because not even death will stop me from wanting you.” Jordan cupped the back of Bailey’s head and drew him in for a soft kiss.

Bailey pulled back. “As much as I love kissing you, you really need to brush your teeth.”

Jordan laughed as he hugged Bailey to him. “Then get me a toothbrush. And get naked while you’re at it.”

“Relentless,” Bailey said as he pulled away and walked toward the hallway.

Jordan may not be at full strength, but he wasn’t so weak that he couldn’t kick his boxers off. He tossed the covers aside, waiting for his mate’s return. Bailey walked back in, naked as the day he was born, a toothbrush and a bowl in his hand, his folded clothes tucked under his arm.

If the man only knew just how stunning he truly was. The thought of anyone hurting Bailey—even emotionally—made Jordan want to growl. He managed to sit up and brush his teeth. It felt like he had days’ worth of growth on his tongue.

He handed the toothbrush and bowl of water back to Bailey. “Any more demands?”

Bailey set the items on the coffee table. “I’m not sucking your cock until you take a shower, that’s for sure.”

Groaning at the image of Bailey’s lips wrapped around his dick, Jordan held out his hand. “Then I guess you’ll just have to ride me.” His shaft jerked at the thought of Bailey sinking onto Jordan’s cock. He was telling the truth when he told his mate that he could be dying and still want the man.

Only death would rob Jordan of that desire.

Grabbing Jordan’s hand, Bailey cautiously straddled his hips. “If this sets you back, I’m going to kick your ass when you get better.”

Jordan ran the palms of his hands up Bailey’s chest and pinched both nipples. He shivered when his mate’s lips parted and a moan escaped his lips. Jordan was fascinated by the sight. He gripped the back of Bailey’s neck, pulling his mate down, his lips taking Bailey’s, his tongue plunging forcefully into his mate’s mouth.

Bailey tasted so damn good. Eagerly, Bailey’s tongue mated with his, the spicy taste of man making Jordan grow harder. Like a drug addict in the first seconds of his fix, Jordan tried to devour Bailey.

Bailey’s hands gripped Jordan’s hair, holding Jordan to him as their teeth and tongues clashed. The kiss was hard, hungry, and Jordan urged his mate closer, deepening the kiss. Jordan’s arms wrapped around Bailey, blunt nails scraping along Bailey’s back as his mate arched into Jordan, his nude body twisting closer, as if desperate to mate every cell in their bodies together.

Jordan licked at Bailey’s lips, nibbled at them, drew Bailey’s tongue into his mouth and sucked at it. Bailey arched even closer, the bare flesh of his cock jerking against the long, hot thickness of Jordan’s erection as his mate’s soft flesh laid against him.

“I want to ride your cock,” Bailey whispered against Jordan’s lips. The rumble of pleasure

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