Chapter 78 Their Beautiful Mate

• "Touch me, please," Dirk managed to whisper.
• He noticed Tricc's hands shaking as he obeyed the soft command. He purred approvingly as the Lycger began to undress him, with little whimpers escaping his parted lips each time Tricc's fingers glided against his heated skin, like ice water. Both were erect, each as equally needy as the other.
• Tricc lifted his hands, tracing the features of his lover like a cherished portrait, memorizing every detail from the curve of Dirk's eyes to the tiny dimple in the corner of his mouth. Every touch was as delicate as a shadow sensing his mate.