The urgency in Noah's voice was possibly even more thrilling than the way Noah was touching and kissing him. He swallowed and sighed, touching Noah's hair again while he squirmed. There was an edge of desperation in him that cut through him, from between his legs and up through his belly.

The stiffness of Noah's fingers, the feel of his mouth, were overwhelming for a moment. Krem breathed out, legs shaking. "Maker..."