“Why wouldn’t it be the same for the criminals?” Nathan inquired. “Think about it. They sure as hell don’t want their names out there.”
“Right. Makes sense.” Keegan didn’t speak again.
Marcus rested his head against the uncomfortable seat. He closed his eyes and tried to still his mind and worries. What would come, would come, and he was going to have to deal with it.
Chapter Six
So far, Dallas hadn’t made it past the waterfall. He’d tried, but his feet were uncooperative and he knew the mate bond was already tightening between him and Tiago.
Tiago, who didn’t want Dallas’ kind there. Wow, Fate must really hate Tiago to saddle him with me. Dallas wasn’t going to even consider what he might have done to get sentenced to a lifetime with a man who didn’t like what he was.
Tiago kept watching him with those pretty, hungry eyes.
Dallas glanced at the waterfall again. It was growing dark outside. Soon the cavern would be pitch black. With his senses screwed up, would he even be able to see? Dallas shuddered at the idea of being enveloped in darkness.
Movement caught his attention. Tiago stood and stretched, displaying his perfect body right in front of Dallas. Tiago’s thick cock hadn’t gone totally soft. Dallas’ mouth watered as he looked at it.
Tiago huffed and lowered his arms. He ghosted a hand over his length. “If this is not to change between us, why do you refuse to let me have you?”
“Let you—” Dallas could out-huff Tiago any day. “You do understand it works both ways? With my kind,” he stressed those three words and watched Tiago flinch. “We mate for life. I won’t want anyone other than you and while yeah, I love to get fucked, every now and then I’d like to mix it up and fuck you, too. You’ll be it, all I get until I die, and it damned well better be the same for you. Man, if destined mates only works on my end, and you can go around screwing everything with a hole… Just, no. No way.” Gods, that would be horrible! He’d never be able to handle it.
Tiago tossed his long black hair. “How am I to know what will happen to me? I told you. Jaguars don’t have mates. We just have sex. Others annoy us after a short period of time. I am trying here, Dallas. I feel the…the tug inside, and I can’t leave you here and I don’t think I can let you leave—not without following you. What do you want me to do? My head and body are at odds. You come into my life and everything is altered, and I want to understand, and I want you, and I don’t want to want you but then I do and—”
“Fuck it,” Dallas snapped as he stood up. “I’ve had sex with guys for way less reasons than this.” Tiago was his mate. Maybe, instead of fighting it, giving in was the way to go—for both of them. Sex could be the gateway to learning about each other. It wasn’t an unusual method for mates to take.
Tiago was frozen in place as Dallas stomped over to him. Well, stomped at first. The rock beneath his heels caused him pain with every angry step though, so he had to switch to a normal walk.
He stopped when his toes touched Tiago’s. “You’re confused, upset, angry? So am I. But I know what’s happening in here is right.” He touched his chest, also brushing the back of his hand over Tiago’s skin.
Tiago wasn’t the only one who shivered.
“Destined mates are made for each other. That means this isn’t wrong, and we are each other’s missing half. You aren’t going to fuck anyone else. It would kill me if you did. It’s an unacceptable thing and you won’t even want to. Neither will I. That’s how this works.” He had to believe that, because anything less would break him. He felt the bonds tightening. “You went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get me, Tiago. Now what are you going to do with me?”
Tiago hissed and narrowed his eyes.
Before Dallas knew it, Tiago had him by the back of his head, and had his other arm around Dallas’ hips.
Dallas clutched at Tiago’s shoulders and came up onto his toes.
Tiago growled as he lowered his mouth to Dallas’.
There was full-body contact at the same time that their lips touched.
Dallas cried out, the sudden, overwhelming flood of desire almost knocking his feet out from under him.
The hot, hard stab of Tiago’s cock would surely brand him.
Tiago slid the hand on Dallas’ hip around to his ass and he kneaded Dallas’ cheek. At the same time, he licked Dallas’ lips then pushed his tongue past them.
Dallas mewled and raised a leg up, intending to hook it around Tiago’s hip.
Instead, Tiago held him tighter, and began to lower them to the soft mossy bed he’d made earlier.
Dallas might have swooned. He was being held by his strong, sexy mate, laid out on a bed made just for him, just for this purpose.
Tiago kissed him voraciously, as if he couldn’t get enough of Dallas.
Dallas knew the feeling. He parted his legs when his back touched the moss.
Tiago settled into place between them, never once breaking the kiss. He suckled on Dallas’ lips as he began to rut, sliding his dick alongside Dallas’.
Dallas’ body was going into sensual overload. Every place Tiago touched him was unlike any other man’s touch had been. It was erotic and perfect and so pleasurable that Dallas couldn’t even comprehend it. His body was pinging, shooting bolts of bliss throughout. His skin was extra-sensitized, making every drag and rub seem magnified.
And he could only let his body take over. Whatever disagreements or things he didn’t like about Tiago ceased to matter. This wasn’t a meeting of the minds. It was two desperate bodies driven by instincts so old as to be unnamable.
Dallas thrust up, clutching, clawing, gripping Tiago everywhere. He managed to get two handfuls of hair and held on as he writhed.
Tiago growled and scraped very sharp feline teeth down Dallas’ neck.
Dallas arched for him. His tits burned, his balls ached, and his ass was entirely too empty—and he wasn’t going to last.
Tiago bit without warning, sinking his long canines in deep.
Dallas’ shout rang out in the cavern as he came, his orgasm twisting out of him with an almost violent wrench. Dallas squirmed and stiffened, rubbed and cried out as his climax went on and on.
At some point he shuddered and became aware of Tiago licking the bite mark while still thrusting against him.
Tiago came up to his knees, rumbling, his eyes lit with such want Dallas expected to be singed from it.
“Over,” Tiago demanded, his fangs still out, lending an extra harshness to the word.
Dallas started to roll.
Tiago grabbed him and flipped him instead.
“Tia—ohh,” Dallas moaned as his cheeks were pushed apart. “Yes, please,” he begged when Tiago’s hot breath gusted over the small of his back. “Uhn.”
“Please what?” Tiago asked.
Dallas could feel the moisture from Tiago’s exhalations and knew the man was tormenting him on purpose. It made Dallas’ dick twitch with excitement. “Lick my ass. Rim me. Eat me. Shove your tongue so far in me I can taste it.”
That last part might have been overkill, but Dallas was out of his head with need, despite just coming. He needed his mate to fuck him.
Tiago nipped him on the butt. “Such dirty talk. I like it.”
Dallas had done it before. Rarely, but he had. It’d never been like it was with Tiago. Usually it was something he used to hurry along the guy he was with, get him off and on his way.
But with Tiago, it was all simply the truth.
“Good. I’d like it if you’d get me wet and ready for that big dick of yours.”
Tiago cursed and bit his ass harder, not enough to break the skin, but Dallas felt it, that was certain.
“I don’t like pain,” Dallas got out before he lost his nerve. Honesty—he believed in it a hundred percent.
“Not going to hurt you,” Tiago muttered. “Gods, your ass… Raise up for me.”
Dallas got his knees under him.
Tiago cares
sed his buttocks. He licked from the top of Dallas’ crease to his hole, then further still until his tongue teased Dallas’ balls.
Dallas grabbed at the moss, needing to hold onto something.
His cock seemed like a much better option, so he moved a hand down to grip it.
Tiago licked him up and down, over and over until Dallas was ready to scream.
“I need—”
“I know,” Tiago said before sucking on Dallas’ ring.
Dallas thumped his forehead against the moss. “Oh gods, oh fuck, oh gods!”
Tiago blew on the wet skin then lapped at it until Dallas would have sworn he could feel every molecule vibrating there.
Then Tiago lipped his asshole before pushing that slick tongue into Dallas.
“Ungh,” was supposed to be fuck yes but Dallas’ tongue and brain miscommunicated. He tipped his butt up more and whined when Tiago began tongue-fucking him like it was the only thing each of them wanted.
It wasn’t. Dallas wanted that big dick splitting him in two.
Tiago licked him until Dallas was shivering constantly, need rampant in him. “Please, please, please,” he begged, rocking back against Tiago.
Tiago reached under him and pinched one of Dallas’ nipples.
Dallas yelped from surprise, not pain, and when Tiago did it again, Dallas moaned.
“Soon, baby,” Tiago promised. He worked that one tit as he resumed tonguing Dallas’ hole.
Dallas hadn’t been rimmed all that much. Most of his sex had been for others, not himself. He’d purposefully kept it that way, instilling, he knew, a distance between him and those guys. It was easier to let himself be used than to trust in someone and end up used. Dallas had maintained control of the encounters that way.
He wasn’t in control now. Tiago owned him and played him perfectly.
No one had ever spent so long preparing Dallas. He’d been fucked hard and angrily, slow and desperately, with no concern for himself, not really.
Tiago worshiped his ass, loving that little hole and encouraging it to loosen for him.
When Tiago pushed slick digits into it, Dallas keened, so ready for more than that.
The care Tiago was taking with him was undoing him more than the act itself.
Tiago licked his hole again then rubbed his cheek against Dallas’ butt. “You are divine, my sweet.”
Dallas would have rolled his eyes had anyone else in the entire world said that. With Tiago, the words came out as if he weren’t even aware he’d spoken them. They simply escaped from his subconscious and out to sprinkle themselves all over Dallas.
Tiago must have had something more than spit on hand, because the easy glide of those digits deep into Dallas wasn’t done on spit alone.
Dallas arched and purred when Tiago caressed his prostate. “Ohhh, nice,” he managed, the words thick on his tongue.
Tiago chuckled and stroked him again.
Dallas’ eyes rolled as Tiago pressed another finger into him, stretching his ring.
Dallas hummed his approval, wiggling his butt. He’d had to quit jacking himself some time ago or he would have come and he wanted to wait to shoot again until Tiago was inside him.
If Tiago didn’t hurry up, that might not happen.
Tiago fingered him faster, leaving off teasing his gland. He pushed in with sharp, quick movements that pumped more and more pleasure into Dallas’ ass.
Then there was nothing, Tiago taking those digits out.
Dallas shivered with anticipation, knowing what was going to be filling him next.
Tiago’s cock was broader than his fingers had been. Tiago held onto Dallas’ hips. “All of me.”
“Yes,” Dallas agreed.
Tiago’s grunt turned into a shouted curse as he thrust his cock in fully.
Dallas’ ass lit up with a hot ache that quickly morphed into perfect ecstasy.
Without hesitating, Tiago fucked him—hard, fast and deep. He held onto Dallas with a bruising strength, and while Dallas didn’t like pain, Tiago’s grip didn’t hurt, and he liked knowing he’d have marks.
Tiago began cussing with every shove in. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He slammed his hips against Dallas’ ass, driving in with a desperation that was palpable.
Dallas felt it in his mind, through the link they had. Tiago’s need rammed into him just like his cock was doing. Dallas’ own pleasure was doubled, tripled, grew and flowed back into Tiago, only to return again and again.
He wasn’t going to survive it. Such rapturous feelings had to destroy a person.
But that was why some referred to an orgasm as a little death.
It was a bit bigger than that.
Dallas shattered inside as Tiago rode him. Without even jacking his own shaft, Dallas came again, cum spurting from his dick as if he’d not had a release in years.
Tiago folded over him and roared as his spunk filled Dallas’ ass.
Dallas would have collapsed but his knees were pinned beneath them both. When Tiago stopped shuddering and grinding against him, he helped Dallas to stretch out on his side.
Tiago panted for several minutes.
Dallas knew how he felt. He couldn’t catch his breath either.
Eventually, Tiago pulled him into his arms.
Dallas rested his head on Tiago’s chest, and slung one arm and leg over the big man.
“It will always be like that?” Tiago asked later.
Dallas opened eyes that had drifted shut. “I’ve heard it is, even when taking it slower. Mates just do it for each other. No one else will.”
Tiago grunted.
Dallas wondered if that meant he was okay with their situation or not. Honestly, Dallas didn’t know if he was okay with everything. Then again, he didn’t have a choice. He could be angry that Fate had paired him up as it had, or he could trust in what had been chosen—who had been chosen—for him.
At some point, he became aware of anxious thoughts seeping into his mind—worries over home and destruction, death and loneliness that were not his. Instead of getting angry, Dallas told himself to listen. He and Tiago were two different people, very different in some ways. To bridge the gap between them, someone would have to bend.
Dallas was flexible, but he had his limits. Tiago would have to adjust his thinking as well. Sex could only go so far toward making them the kind of mated pair Dallas had always dreamed about being a part of.
Where was the line in the sand for each of them?
That was the question Dallas fretted over until he fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Maarten had never been in so much pain in his life. His muscles and bones ached from being pinned to the wall. Chained.
“I could take you down for a little while.”
Maarten opened his eyes after a struggle. His lids were crusty and he couldn’t rub at them.
He saw a man who was devastatingly handsome, with dark brown hair and vibrant green eyes. While not as muscular as Maarten, the man was still nicely built—and tall.
He could have been a model, an actor, a god—but he was a drug dealer wearing expensive clothes and smirking at Maarten.
“Good morning, Maarten. You don’t seem happy to see me at all.” Butler turned and gestured to one of his men. “Henri, bring Jackie and take Maarten down. I’m sure he could use a break.” Butler faced him and smiled. “You have figured out who I am. Robert, or Roberto, Butler. I am aware that you know this. That name will do you no good whatsoever.” His lips curved up even more.
Maarten refused to speak. The asshole was trying to bait him. What was the point in that? Maarten couldn’t fight him.
Robert Butler walked up to him and pressed right where Maarten’s ribs throbbed. He leaned in, hard. “Sore?” he asked, something very much like arousal flaring in his eyes. “Does this hurt?” He shoved with more force.
Maarten tried not to make a sound. He bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood.
Robert’s smile grew even bigger. “Nice.” H
e drew back his hand then slammed it against that same spot.
Maarten coughed as his breath left him.
“Your kind heal fast. I know that much.” He hit Maarten again. “Demons.” He leaned closer. “That’s what I tell them you are, but I know. I know.”
Maarten’s side flared with streaks of pain.
Robert drew back his fist again.
Maarten flinched and Robert laughed.
“I had an agreement with the former, hmm, shall we say, leader of the pack?” Robert chuckled and backed away. “Then he was gone, and the people of his I used to deliver my products began to ask questions they shouldn’t have. I lost a lot of business because of your boyfriend. I don’t appreciate that at all.”
If he was waiting for Maarten to comment, he could stand there until the world ended.
Robert Butler did wait for a solid minute then with a smile that gave Maarten the creeps, he stepped back and let his men approach Maarten.
“If you do anything stupid, I’ll make certain your boyfriend and his companions die before they reach us here.”
That got Maarten’s attention.
Butler nodded at him. “Yes, I know exactly where they are. I didn’t even bother doing more than sending a text to Ryder to tell him I’d contact him at another time instead of calling him. What was the point? He’ll be here soon.” Butler looked him over. “You must have a tracking device on you somewhere. Or is it in you?”
Maarten closed his eyes. He was passing everything along to Ryder.
“We should have stripped his clothes off. Go ahead and do that before you take him down. Easier that way,” Butler added.
The clothes were cut off him.
Maarten regretted the loss of the sweet, bright green jeans and his neon orange thong.
“Even dresses like a fag,” one of the men muttered.
“None of that nonsense,” Butler said firmly. “We don’t tolerate it.”
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