Chapter 22

“So you want me,” Justin said.

“I want you.” Kris leaned forward and licked him: a swipe of tongue over hot male need, root to tip. “How d’you want me?”

“Like this,” Justin whispered. “This—” His collar snapped into existence, black leather abruptly in place around his throat. It belonged there. “I’m yours and I’m part of this world and you love me.”

“I do.” Kris licked him some more, tasting desire, salt and sweet. He rubbed his hand over Justin’s cock after, licked fingers, got them all wet. “You want it like that? Reminding you?”

“Yes. Oh, yes—” At this point all their clothes vanished. Kris snorted, still on both knees. “Handy.”

“I could always do that. Well, with one or two things at a time.”