His Saving Grace

by Lynn Hagen

  To shake those images from his head, Justin swept his tongue through his mate’s mouth before moving to the man’s jaw, keeping his movements slow, exploring, and reveling in the salty taste of Noah’s skin, of his quick intakes of breath, of the way his mate’s pulse beat under Justin’s lips as he trailed them over Noah’s neck.

  Breathing hard as well, Justin coaxed Noah into placing his hands on Justin’s chest before he kissed his way across Noah’s slim, beautiful throat.

  “Justin,” Noah said breathlessly.

  “I’m going to show you how sorry I am for snapping at you earlier.” He slipped his fingers under the hem of his mate’s shirt, lifting the fabric. “Gonna show you just how much you truly mean to me.”

  Justin wanted to show Noah a lot of things, especially how he wasn’t shutting Noah out. That was the last thing he wanted Noah to think or to feel, that Justin didn’t care. He cared more than he realized, at a soul-deep level, and those images of it being Noah lying in that street instead of Daniel still haunted him.

  Noah lifted his arms up as Justin removed his mate’s shirt. Tossing the material aside, he ran his hands over Noah’s slim chest, the pads of his thumbs circling small brown nipples.

  Justin gave a low chuckle. “Put your arms down, hon.”

  Noah blushed profusely before lowering them. Amazingly, he placed his hands back on Justin’s chest without being told. He was learning. Locking gazes with his mate, Justin lowered himself to his knees.

  He gazed up at Noah, and his mate looked a bit confused. “What, you didn’t think I liked having a dick in my mouth?” He winked at Noah. “Let me show you how much I love sucking dick.”

  Noah’s blue eyes widened slightly as his pretty lips parted.

  “You are so thick,” he said with a slight growl before pushing his fingers into the waistband of his mate’s underwear and tugging on them until not only did they slide down the man’s thighs but Noah’s cock sprang free.

  The girth still amazed him.

  Justin took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Justin ran this thumb over the clear liquid, gazing up at Noah before sucking his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling as he moaned. “You taste so damn good.”

  Noah’s breathing was quick, his eyes glassy as he watched Justin as if he held the answers to the universe. Justin smiled as he slowly began to stroke his mate’s cock. “You like how that feels?”

  Noah nodded.

  “Well then,” Justin said, giving Noah a wicked grin. “You are going to really like this.” Justin parted his lips and sucked Noah’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and moaning at the same time.

  Noah began to crumble, but Justin caught him. His mate was making all kinds of noises as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. That expression stroked Justin’s ego as he worked the flesh in his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, creating a tight suction as he began to bob his head.

  One hand landed on Justin’s head, the fingers curling until his hair was being tugged. That only added to the intense pleasure Justin was already feeling. He wanted Noah mindless with pleasure, and from the way his mate was strangling Justin’s hair, he was accomplishing exactly that.

  “Oh, god…oh, god…” Noah murmured over and over again as Justin squeezed his mate’s ass cheeks.

  He massaged the flesh as his tongue licked up one side of Noah’s cock and down the other. Admittedly, Justin wasn’t used to such thickness. He had to go slow or choke himself.

  He moaned again, knowing the vibrations would add to Noah’s pleasure. His mate grunted, yanking hard on Justin’s hair.

  “My…you…oh…”

  The human was losing his mind.

  That was exactly how Justin wanted him. If Noah could think, Justin wasn’t doing his job. But he could tell that Noah wasn’t thinking. The man was falling apart in his arms, and Justin couldn’t be happier.

  Justin slid a finger over Noah’s tight hole, circling the small entrance as he swallowed Noah’s cock down his throat—although he had to work the flesh slowly down his throat.

  “I…I’m gonna… It’s…”

  Noah’s broken sentences were just too damn sexy. If his mate was on the verge of coming, Justin was going to push him over the edge. He pulled his finger away from Noah’s hole, slid the cock from his mouth, and then spat on his finger.

  “Get ready, hon.” Justin took Noah’s cock back into his mouth, and at the same time, he pressed his wet finger into Noah’s ass to the first knuckle.

  Noah sang to the ceiling as his body jerked and convulsed, his seed spurting into Justin’s mouth. Justin drank it down like the finest of wines, licking every damn drop until Noah’s cock was clean.

  Justin chuckled as he grabbed Noah just as his mate collapsed. The man had a happy little grin on his face. “And that, my sweetness, is a blow job. It helps all kinds of people get out of the dog house.”

  “You are one strange man,” Noah replied, his voice light and lazy. He had a glow that only came from being sated.

  Justin spread both of them out on the floor, not wanting to disturb his mate’s afterglow, although the bed was no more than five feet away from them.

  And he was also lying there with his dick so hard his jeans had become tight. Maybe after Noah dozed off he would—“Oh hell,” Justin said when Noah’s hand covered his straining erection.

  He wasn’t sure what Noah had in mind, but right about now, Justin would settle for a hand job—anything to relieve the ache in his groin.

  Noah turned onto his side, watching Justin with those pretty blue eyes as his fingers fumbled with Justin’s zipper. Justin didn’t interfere. This was Noah’s moment, and Justin would accept anything the man did to him.

  Not saying a word, Noah pulled Justin’s cock free and began to stroke his heated flesh. Justin’s hips shot forward in a knee-jerk reaction, the pleasure of his mate touching him overwhelming.

  “You give an awesome hand job,” Justin said with a deep growl. He rolled to his back, Noah climbing over him until he was settled between Justin’s legs. There were deep concentration lines etched in Noah’s face. Justin wanted to tell his mate to relax, to just go with his instincts, but he didn’t want his mate to think he was criticizing him.

  “I want to ride you,” Noah murmured.

  Kicking his shoes off, Justin shoved his jeans down his legs as Noah helped him pull them off. “Come here.”

  Noah crawled up beside him, and Justin positioned his mate to straddle him. He was like a goddamn angel sitting atop him, his long, black hair creating a veil as he looked down at Justin.

  “Shit.” He tapped Noah’s hip. “Get the lube from the nightstand drawer.”

  When Noah got up, so did Justin. He moved them to the bed as Noah grabbed the bottle and turned toward him. Noah handed it to him as Justin settled on his back and patted his stomach.

  Noah had a mischievous look in his eyes. “Is that an invitation to ride the Justin Express?”

  “All aboard.” Justin chuckled as he wet his fingers. “Do you want a leisurely ride or a bullet-fast train?”

  “How about both?” Noah pulled his underwear all the way off and climbed into bed.

  Justin guided Noah’s hand back to his cock as he captured Noah’s lips. It was the softest, sweetest kiss ever. Justin groaned, spreading his legs wider as Noah stroked him, his rhythm frantic as he kissed the human deeper.

  If he didn’t stop Noah, Justin would come before he buried his dick deep inside Noah’s ass. He circled his fingers around Noah’s wrist and stopped his movements as Justin took a few deep and concentrated breaths.

  “Don’t want to shoot off just yet.” He kissed Noah’s jaw. “Give me that ass, baby.”

  Noah climbed onto Justin’s hips and leaned forward, kissing along Justin’s collarbone as Justin slipped his fingers into Noah’s tight hole.

  When he’d stretched Noah enough, Justin lodged his cock at the lubed entrance before he gave one hard, upward t
hrust, burying his steel-hard erection to the hilt as Noah cried out. Justin’s body arched, tight, tense as he fought for control, fought for breath.

  “Son of a bitch!” He growled fiercely, fighting the animalistic side that was buried right under the skin. Justin didn’t move, didn’t dare to as he slammed his eyes closed, concentrating, beating back his wolf. His teeth were grinding together, his body coated in a fine layer of sweat.

  In the blink of an eye, Noah was moving, riding Justin’s cock, practically bouncing on the thick flesh.

  Justin rocked his hips, his mate so tight and hot around his cock that he was barely holding on to his control. The muscles gripped him like a slick, velvety fist, Noah bowing his back, taking Justin’s cock deeper. Sweet mercy, the guy was so breathtaking that Justin knew his heart was lost to him.

  Then Justin took over, rolling them and placing Noah beneath him. He plunged deep as Noah curled his legs around Justin’s waist.

  “Oh, hell.” Noah tossed beneath him, his lips parting as he held on to Justin. “Don’t stop. God, this feels so damn good.”

  Justin nipped Noah’s smooth chin before his gaze rose, taking in the dazed look on the man’s face. “I don’t plan on stopping, sweetheart. Not anytime soon.”

  He slid nearly free of Noah’s body, his teeth clenching, the sweat growing thicker as he slid back into the tight depths once again. Noah’s muscles clenched, milking Justin’s erection, his sanity, his control. The ache in his gums intensified, almost to an unbearable pitch.

  Noah pulled Justin closer, sucking at his neck, nipping his sensitive skin with his blunt teeth. “You can’t do that if you expect me to keep my wits about me,” Justin said.

  A light laugh rumbled through Noah. “Somehow I know you have tremendous control.”

  Normally Justin had unwavering control, but Noah was his Achilles heel. Justin’s plans had been to take Noah to the edge of madness, making him teeter there. But it seemed it was Justin who was looking down into the abyss. The man’s body nearly had Justin going out of his mind.

  Noah tossed his head, his cries of pleasure electrified. His mate’s body was slick with sweat as he drove his cock harder, deeper, savoring every delicious groan that escaped Noah’s lips.

  His mate’s cock bobbed freely around, teasing Justin before he finally gave in, pulling a hand back to wrap around the heated flesh. His fingers still held lube, and Justin used it to stroke Noah’s cock. The man’s hips bucked, his ass clenching tightly around Justin’s shaft in a viselike grip.

  Not only was Noah close but so was Justin. His balls were drawn tightly to his body, aching for release. Noah panted and whimpered as he tried to come. Justin sank his canines into Noah’s neck as he doubled his efforts, his hand pumping quickly before Noah cried out, cum shooting from the tip of his cock. The combination of his ass pulsing and the scent of his release sent Justin falling forward. He pulled his canines free, his climax erupting as he threw his head back and howled.

  His hips jerked against Noah, his rumbling growls vibrating in his chest as he breathed in harshly, burying his face in his mate’s neck. Justin had to fight in order not to bite, not to claim the man. Instead, he tortured himself as he licked a long path from Noah’s collarbone to his ear before whispering, “Am I out of the doghouse, love?”

  “Not exactly.”

  Justin whipped his head around at the sound of another voice in the room.

  What the fuck was Viktor doing there? He would’ve gotten up and torn his ex apart if it weren’t for the fact that Viktor had a gun in his hand.

  Chapter Ten

  Noah had no flipping clue who the stranger was or why he had a gun in his hand.

  Justin eased out of Noah and flipped over, sitting on the side of the bed. “What the fuck are you doing here, Viktor?”

  Who the hell was Viktor, and how did Justin know him? More importantly, why was he there? Noah pulled the covers over him as he looked the guy over, noticing a weird look in the stranger’s brown eyes. Whoever Viktor was, he was gorgeous.

  “Who is he?” Noah wished he were dressed. Sitting there ass naked while someone held a weapon frazzled him.

  “Yes, Justin, explain to your whore who I am.”

  “Whore?” Noah nearly choked on the word. If Viktor only knew the truth. Noah could count on one hand how many lovers he’d had. If Noah didn’t fear getting shot, he would have laughed.

  “You’ve got five seconds to put that gun down,” Justin snarled as he stood.

  While Justin had Viktor’s attention, Noah slowly slipped from the bed and tugged his underwear on. He snatched his T-shirt from the floor and yanked it over his head.

  His nerves were still on edge. No one had yet to explain to him what the fuck was going on. This wasn’t the guy who had attacked Noah. Viktor was too tall and slim, whereas Daniel had been thick with muscles. Noah recalled shoving those muscles off him as he scrambled from the room.

  Noah also realized that Justin and Viktor had history. It was the way Viktor looked at Justin as his gaze swept over Justin’s nude body. Familiarity. That was what the look was about.

  And longing.

  A deep, hungry longing.

  Jealousy tried to rear its head, but Noah reminded himself that he was Justin’s mate and that Viktor had a gun gripped in his hand. Whatever had happened between them was history and didn’t matter.

  Or it shouldn’t have.

  Noah wanted to scratch the bastard’s eyes out. He couldn’t help it. No one wanted to meet an ex-lover and have that history thrown in their face. Noah didn’t want to look Viktor over and wonder if he paled in comparison to the diva-looking handsome man. Even if he didn’t want to, Noah started comparing himself to the guy.

  And Noah felt lacking.

  “No, no, no.” Viktor shook his head. “I’m not putting anything down until you get rid of your whore and we talk. You never return my calls or agree to see me. I just want to know what I did wrong, Justin. Tell me what I did wrong, and we can fix it.”

  There wasn’t any amount of fixing for Viktor’s craziness.

  “What calls?” Justin looked genuinely confused.

  “Well, you changed your phone number so I’ve been trying to call you at the station. I’ve left dozen of messages.” Viktor waved his gun, and Noah forced himself not to duck behind Justin.

  If Viktor was in love with Justin, then Noah was in big trouble. He would be the one who was shot if Viktor went completely off the rails.

  “You don’t just dump a guy and go on your merry way,” Viktor said between clenched teeth. He rubbed his temple with the fist that was still curled around the gun. “I tried to let you go, tried to move on, but…we just need to talk, Justin. Get rid of him, and we can talk.”

  Justin slowly nodded. “Okay, let me get rid of him and we can talk.”

  “What?” Noah looked up at Justin then saw it. His mate was trying to say something without uttering the words.

  Noah sucked at deciphering codes. Was Justin trying to get him out of harm’s way? Was Noah supposed to call the cops when he was out of earshot?

  That was exactly what Noah would do once he left the room. But he didn’t want to leave Justin alone with a guy who was clearly suffering some mental break, a guy with a gun. Noah would never forgive himself if anything happened to Justin.

  His mate placed his hand on the small of Noah’s back and coaxed him toward the door. “Get out of the house and call the cops,” Justin whispered to him. “Stay hidden until they arrive.”

  “No!” Viktor stormed across the room but stopped far enough away that Justin couldn’t possibly grab the gun. “He doesn’t go. I can’t let him live after he took you from me.”

  Noah’s head started buzzing as he tried to figure out what was with the sudden change of heart. He’d nearly made it out of the room before Viktor had stopped them.

  “Look,” Justin said between clenched teeth. “You said you wanted to talk in private. If you want me to talk to you, he g
ets to walk out of here.”

  Noah noticed that Justin wouldn’t say his name. Was he trying to protect Noah’s identity from this loon?

  Viktor finally glanced at Noah, and Noah wished the guy hadn’t. If Justin’s deranged ex could’ve killed Noah with that one look, Noah would’ve burst into flames where he stood.

  “You know, it was me who broke into your apartment.”

  “You son of a bitch!” Noah lunged for Viktor, but Justin hauled him back. All his fears, his anxiety, and the violation Noah had felt at seeing his sanctuary practically destroyed came to a boiling head inside him. His emotions were all over the place, and Noah just wanted Viktor gone.

  At this point, Noah didn’t even care about the gun.

  Viktor turned his attention back to Justin, once again ignoring Noah. “We were perfect together. No one knew me like you did. We connected, Justin. Why would you throw that away?”

  Justin furrowed his brows. “We dated for three weeks, Viktor. I hardly knew you at all.”

  “Liar!” Viktor pointed his gun at Justin, and Noah’s heart nearly gave out. “Was it Noah?” Viktor asked. “Did he poison you against me?”

  So the guy knew his name. Then again, he’d broken into Noah’s apartment, and he had to see Noah’s name on the mail. God, Noah was shivering just thinking about this deranged man being in his home.

  “Give me the gun, Viktor.” Justin held out his hand. “This isn’t going to end well. For fuck’s sake, I’m a cop, and you’ve got a weapon. How do you think this will go down?” he asked, his hand still outstretched.

  Noah saw that Justin was trying to reason with Viktor, but there wasn’t any reasoning. Viktor was delusional, thought Justin belonged to him, and Noah’s gut told him this was going to end badly.

  “I’m not going to be arrested,” Viktor said in a high-pitched voice.

  Even Noah knew that Justin wasn’t helping. Viktor was becoming increasingly agitated. He weaved his free hand through his blond hair, his gaze bouncing everywhere as he rocked back slightly.

  Justin held up his hands, palms out. Noah was willing to bet that his mate wished he had clothes on. “Nobody said anything about arresting you, Viktor. You wanted to talk privately, right? I’m a cop and can’t let you shoot anyone, but we can talk. Just put the gun away, and Noah will leave. I promise. We’ll have all the privacy you want.”