"What did you say?" Lark whispered, clearly disbelieving.
And that's when he smelled it. Lark was just as turned on as Declan was. Oh my God, the man smelled wonderful: earthy and warm, with a hint of spicy cinnamon. Declan's precarious control snapped. He wrapped an arm around Lark's waist, yanking the man to the floor and pulling him half under his naked body. He hated the fact that Lark wore clothes. He wanted skin. Declan wanted to feel his mate's body against his own. Burying his face in Lark's neck, he inhaled deeply, memorizing his scent, groaning slightly as he nibbled on Lark's neck. Damn, the man even tasted fucking fantastic.
Lark lay frozen underneath him, but he didn't smell of fear, just shock and--concern? Declan trailed his fingers over Lark's slender body. The man was slight, compact and muscular. With a leg thrown over Lark's waist, Declan rubbed his aching cock against the man's jean-clad hip and moaned at the tingling pleasure that spread through his body.
"What are you doing?"
"I'd think that's obvious, pretty man," Declan whispered, licking a trail up Lark's neck. His mate turned his head, giving more access. Such natural, sweet submission in his mate, Declan growled his excitement and nipped Lark's neck. Lark gasped, the scent of his arousal increasing. Sucking his earlobe into his mouth and tugging, Declan felt the tremor pass through the body under him and grinned. "Ye obviously didn't believe me words, so I knew I had to show you." He rubbed his cock against his mate's hip again to emphasize his point.
Shifting his weight, he inserted his leg between Lark's and rubbed his thigh against the human's crotch. Declan wasn't disappointed. He felt the hard length of Lark's cock trapped behind the fly of his jeans. The man whimpered, bucking slightly against him as Declan continued to bring pleasure to them both.
Declan lifted his head and stared into Lark's face; it was absolutely breathtaking. Lark had his head thrown back and eyes closed in bliss, his flawless skin flushed, Declan had never seen anything more beautiful. Everything about Lark screamed feminine, but he had enough masculinity that no one would mistake him for a woman, even with the eyeliner and lip gloss. He had arched brows, slightly slanted eyes that were a crystal blue when open, and a straight nose that was slightly turned up at the end. Lark's full lips, with the bottom being slightly plumper than the top, would be great for sucking cock. Declan couldn't wait to see those pretty lips wrapped around him. While inspecting his mate's face, he'd paused in his rubbing.
Lark's eyes snapped open. "No," he whispered.
"No, what?" Declan asked.
"You don't want to do this," Lark continued. "You're in shock. You're hopped up on morphine. You don't know what you're doing."
Declan reached down, his fingers manipulating the button on Lark's jeans. "I do want this."
"Well, I don't!" Lark declared.
The hands that had rested passively on his biceps moved, one to his chest to push against Declan, the other to the wrist of the hand working on his jeans.
"Stop it." As he pushed, he glanced around the room before snapping angry blue eyes back to Declan. "I don't do exhibitionism. Let me up."
Shit! How had he so thoroughly forgotten that they weren't alone? He'd almost taken his mate like a common street whore in a room full of people. "I'm sorry, Lark. I didn't mean..." he let the sentence hang as his mate scrambled to his knees. Declan knew exactly what he'd meant, and shame filled him at his treatment of his mate. Lark shoved his supplies back in his bag, not meeting his eyes. Declan knew he had to try one more time. "Lark, I am sorry. I'll make sure we're alone next time."
Lark's eyes snapped to his. "There won't be a next time, Alpha."