“Impatient much?”
“I’ve been thinking about sinking my cock into your tight ass all day. What do you think?” It wasn’t a lie. He’d been sporting a semi since he woke up that morning, walking around on autopilot and debating just blowing the whole day off and taking Aslan to bed. He still needed to meet with Bannon, but he had a couple of hours yet, and he intended to make every single minute count.
Stepping into their bedroom, he flung Aslan on the bed and prowled up his slim body, growling seductively in the way he knew drove his man wild.
“Gods, I love that,” Aslan moaned, dropping his head back on the pillow to expose his neck and give Torren more room to play.
“Hurry.”
Torren had no intentions of doing anything so foolish. “I finally have you right where I want you, and I plan to take my time.” Spotting the scars on his mate’s neck, Torren traced them lightly, frowning at the marks on the otherwise flawless skin. He’d seen them before, but never asked how Aslan had come about them. “What is this?”
Aslan tensed, lifting his head as though in slow motion to look into Torren’s eyes. “It’s nothing. Just a couple of scars.”
“And that was a brush-off if I ever heard one. You want to try that again?” He arched an eyebrow in question, letting his lover know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t budging on this.
Aslan shrugged and pushed up to press his back against the headboard but wouldn’t meet Torren’s gaze. “I was sold to a vampire coven a while back that used me as their personal snack machine. One night they got a little carried away.” Anger roiled through him, boiling his blood that something had happened to his mate and he’d not been there to protect him.
“Continue.”
“They ripped my neck open and basically drained me. I guess I died after that. I woke up some time later tired, hungry, and hurting everywhere.”
Aslan hadn’t been claimed or bonded to Torren at the time. How had he come back from that? Logically, Torren knew that a witch had to die and reawaken in order to become a Limina . Having been to the other side and returning to the realm of the living was what created the threshold in the first place.
“When you d–died.” It was almost too much for him to get the word out, and the mere thought sent his heart racing in panic. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Torren tried again. “When you died, where did you go?”
“Somewhere dark, cold, and lonely,” Aslan replied in a hollow voice. “I don’t ever want to go back there.” Purgatory. While a soul was trapped in Purgatory they could be recalled to this realm. Who had called Aslan back, though? “Baby…” Torren trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question. It was likely that whoever had pulled Aslan back from the abyss wouldn’t want to draw attention to themselves. “Did you hear a voice or see anyone while you were in that dark place?”
To his surprise, Aslan nodded slowly. “There was a man there at the end. He was really hot.” Aslan giggled when Torren growled at him. He didn’t like his mate thinking about other men like that. “He looked kind of like you, actually.”
Torren perked up at the information. “Like me how?”
“Big, dark hair, these sexy black eyes.” He laughed and swatted at Torren when he growled again. “He had a tattoo.” Aslan rubbed his right arm from shoulder to elbow.
Swallowing hard, Torren tried not to get his hopes up. “Did he say anything? Did he tell you his name?”
“I think so, but I can’t remember it.”
“Think, baby. This is really important.” Aslan bobbed his head again, his eyebrows scrunching together as he concentrated. “It was a funny name. I thought he’d mispronounced it or I’d heard him wrong.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed it vigorously. Then he started mewling softly, rocking himself back and forth and slapping his palm against the side of his head in frustration.
Taking his mate’s wrist, Torren gently pulled his hand away from his head and drew his lover into his arms. “Hush now, caro. It’s okay.”
“You said it was important.” Aslan started thumping his forehead against Torren’s chest. “God, I’m so fucking useless.”
“That’s enough,” Torren said firmly. He grabbed Aslan’s chin and forced his head back so that he could look into his eyes. “You are without a doubt the most amazing person I know. Besides myself, you are the only person who I trust unconditionally. No matter what happens or what we’re up against, I know that you’ll always have my back. In my book, that is far from useless.” While essentially the same at his core, this reincarnation of Aslan was still someone new, with unique feelings, thoughts, concerns, and uncertainties. Torren had been so happy to find his Infinity that he hadn’t stopped to consider that. He was treating Aslan as though he was the same man he’d been over a hundred and fifty years ago, which he realized wasn’t fair to either of them.
The connection was still there, however, the bond between them as strong as ever. Since finding the balancing half of his soul, he’d been less gruff and far easier to get along with—according to his brothers, anyway. He still had a hard time placing his faith in others, though. Not so the case with Aslan. The man owned him, and Torren was more than pleased with his possession.
The memory of love during their lifetimes was comforting but unrealistic. Aslan was a different man, and therefore Torren would need to love him differently. It was a learning process, but he couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through him each time Aslan did something as simple as smile or hold his hand.
Part of him wanted to blame the whole thing on their shared soul.
A much larger part wanted to punch him in the mouth for being an idiot. Fate had designed Aslan to be perfect for him in every way, shape, and form from his small, lithe body to his endearingly quirky personality.
Somewhere deep inside, Torren had pushed away and denied a seemingly ingrained need to care for someone. Up until a week ago, he’d been certain that he didn’t need anyone but himself. The truth of the matter was that Aslan needed his strength, and Torren needed to surrender some of his rigidly held control. They were so well matched that their union could have only been formed by destiny. And who was he to deny the carefully set path rolled out before him?
“Did I lose you?”
Torren felt a soft hand cup his jaw and his lover’s thumb brush across his bottom lip. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he smiled tenderly and pressed his mouth to Aslan’s. No matter what form the man took, it was so easy to love him. “Sorry, baby. I was just thinking.”
“Good things, I hope.”
Sliding his hands beneath the hem of Aslan’s shirt, Torren pressed his palms flat against the warm expanse of his mate’s belly as he nibbled at his delectable lips. “Definitely good.” His voice was thick, husky, and barely recognizable to his own ears. He didn’t miss the shiver that rippled through his lover, either, and it made him grin.
Aslan let out a shaky breath and snaked his arms around Torren’s neck to pull him closer. Rolling to the side, Torren pressed his lover into the mattress and slipped Aslan’s shirt over his head to reveal the taut, quivering muscles beneath. Insinuating a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, he massaged the growing bulge straining against Aslan’s zipper with his palm as he attacked the fragrant skin at the base of his throat.
Humping up against Torren’s hand, Aslan released a series of sexy little whimpers that seriously tested Torren’s self-control. He wanted to take his time and enjoy exploring his mate, but those erotic sounds pouring from Aslan’s kiss-swollen lips went straight to his cock, causing it to jerk almost violently within its confinements.
“More, more, more,” Aslan chanted, grabbing Torren’s hand and pressing it more firmly to his swollen dick as he rocked harder and faster. His eyes glazed with mindless need, his skin flushed with arousal, and as his heartbeat accelerated, so did Torren’s.
Deciding to give them both a small measure of relief, he whispered a few carefully chosen words an
d groaned when their clothes vanished, leaving their damp, heated skin to press together without barriers. Torren’s cock wept in gratitude, dripping a generous amount of pre-cum from the slit and onto Aslan’s inner thigh, allowing for a slippery glide as Torren thrust against him.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Your hand is so hot,” Aslan moaned. “Feels good.”
Torren’s hand now held his lover’s naked cock, jacking him quickly as the length pulsed inside his fist. The spongy crown glistened with clear drops of liquid, and Aslan’s lower abdominals flexed as he writhed under Torren’s touch. Giving the rigid shaft a final squeeze, Torren released his hold, moving Aslan’s hand to replace his. “Hold this for me.”
Half chuckling and half moaning, Aslan grabbed his cock and stroked fast, his hand a mere blur as it raced up and down his length.
His muscles tensed, and he rolled from side to side, bucking his hips up occasionally as the most exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain covered his face.
Sensing that he didn’t have much time before his lover erupted like Mount Vesuvius, Torren dove across the bed and grabbed the lube from the nightstand with a triumphant cry. It would only take a fairly elementary spell to have Aslan stretched and slicked, but it felt kind of like cheating. He loved preparing his mate and fighting the slow buildup of sexual tension until he felt he’d go mad with need.
Coating his throbbing cock first, he then dribbled more of the gel over his fingers and tossed the bottle to the side. Aslan was moaning in earnest, his eyes squeezed tight as he thrust up into his tight fist.
Legs spread wide and feet planted on the mattress, he unknowingly held himself open to Torren’s questing fingers.
They were both too far gone for slow teasing, so Torren skipped the preliminaries. Separating his mate’s muscled globes with his slick digits, he found the prize he sought and pushed into Aslan’s clenching hole with two fingers, straight up to the second knuckles.
“Are you going to do this alone, or do you think you can wait for me?”
Aslan’s movement slowed only marginally, and he didn’t even open his eyes as he spoke. “I’ll wait if you hurry the fuck up and get that gorgeous cock in my ass.”
“Damn, I love your dirty little mouth.” Adding a third finger, he stretched his lover as quickly as he could without hurting him, his control teetering precariously on the edge.
“Torren, please!”
He loved the begging more than he loved the dirty talk. Unable to wait any longer, Torren extracted his fingers and lined the head of his dick up with his lover’s pink hole. “Ready?”
“Fuck me, damn it!”
Guess that’s a yes. Surging forward, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock was encased in the tightest, most incredible heat he’d ever felt. Aslan’s inner walls contracted around his length, massaging rhythmically and sucking him in to the root.
Swiveling his hips, he grinded his groin against Aslan’s pert ass while he gripped the back of his lover’s thighs, digging his fingers in as he fought to hold back his orgasm. Pulling out until only the flared crown was trapped inside Aslan’s clutching passage, he paused for a heartbeat before driving back inside the snug channel.
Aslan’s head rolled from side to side on the pillow, his chest heaved with his rapid breathing, and his damp skin practically glittered in the light from the bedside table. Soft cries and deep moans reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls and hitting Torren like lightning bolts of pure pleasure.
His cock swelled further, pulsing with his heartbeat as he thrust harder, faster, driving deep as though searching out his lover’s soul.
Pushing Aslan’s knees back toward his ears, Torren practically folded the man in half as he loomed above him, hammering into his body at a furious pace.
Sweat dripped down his nose, and his hair clung to his neck and shoulders. His chest rumbled and primal grunts huffed from his lips with every demanding plunge. The need to possess his mate, to crawl inside of him and take up residence pounded inside his head, sizzling his receptors and frying his brain.
With only that thought in mind, he wound one arm around Aslan’s waist, jerked him off the bed, and spun them so that he had the smaller man pinned against the wall. “Hands over your head,” he ordered.
Aslan’s eyes went wide, but he quickly complied, throwing his arms up over his head and crossing his wrists. Torren pinned them to the wall with one hand while he kept a firm hold around Aslan’s hips with the other. “Let me in,” he growled before scraping his teeth over his mate’s collarbone.
Aslan tilted his hips up as the tip of Torren’s shaft found his lover’s slick opening without any guidance from him. Just the feel of his cock kissing the tight ring of muscles snapped any remnants of self-control he harbored, and he drove forward until his balls slapped against Aslan’s heated flesh.
It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. His hips jerked in rapid-fire movements, but it wasn’t fast enough. Aslan writhed against the faded blue wall, choking moans pouring from him, but that wasn’t enough, either. Torren wanted him screaming.
Cheating or not, Torren mumbled a simple spell to keep Aslan’s arms bound to the wall, freeing his hand for other pursuits. Aslan gasped and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled against the invisible restraints. Then his eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned long and low, surrendering himself to Torren.
Curling both elbows under Aslan’s knees, Torren rolled him until his spine curved then pressed his thighs wide apart. “Stay,” he grunted, and Aslan froze in position.
“Oh. My. Gods!”
It wasn’t quite a scream, but they were getting closer. Satisfied that his lover wasn’t going anywhere, Torren began an all-out assault, plowing into his clenching channel as he used his fingers to pinch and tug at Aslan’s nipples. His mate’s cries grew in volume, and Torren could practically see his heart thumping against ribs, but he wanted more.
Slipping a hand between them, he used two fingers to rub over the tight muscles stretched around his cock. With his other hand he fondled Aslan’s sac, tugging his balls gently away from his body and releasing them.
“Oh, damn…I can’t…I’m gonna…”
His mate had been reduced to a mindless pile of babbling goo—just the way Torren wanted him. Abandoning the exploration of his lover’s balls, he palmed Aslan’s dripping cock and stroked him in time with his trusts. As his own climax barreled down on him, he pressed one finger alongside his shaft and pushed inside Aslan’s tunnel.
There was the scream he was looking for. Aslan’s body bucked and shuddered, his scream of ecstasy loud enough to be heard by anyone in the house as he unleashed a river of cum to splash against his belly and roll down his sides.
The sight of his debauched angel, the smell of his release, the sounds of his pleasure, and the unyielding hold his ass held on Torren’s cock finally pushed him over the edge. He roared until the walls shook while he jerked and shuddered, pouring his essence into his mate’s channel and filling his depths.
Once he’d drifted down from his blissful high, Torren released his holding spell on Aslan, catching him in his arms and pulling him close. “Thank you.”
“I can’t feel my legs,” Aslan replied, but he had the goofy little smile on his face that only the well fucked could wear. “Damn, that was amazing.”
Chuckling softly, Torren walked them to the bathroom and propped Aslan up against the sink while he started the shower. He didn’t know how much time had passed, and didn’t really care, but he did need to speak with Bannon before the man gave up on him and left. While it would be nice to wrap himself around Aslan and forget the rest of the world existed, he had too many responsibilities waiting on him to completely disappear.
“Thane,” Aslan whispered from behind him.
Torren froze and closed his eyes on a prayer, hoping like hell he’d heard his mate correctly. “Where did you hear that name?” He turned slowly and studied Aslan, giving h
im a hint of a smile so he knew Torren wasn’t angry, even if his voice was a little gruff.
“That’s who was there in the dark place. I thought I had to be hearing him wrong, and it was Blaine or something, but I’m sure he said Thane. Do you know him?”
Closing the short distance between them, Torren cradled Aslan’s face in his hands and kissed him on the lips. “Thane is my brother.” He didn’t want to push after Aslan’s reaction earlier, but he needed to know. “Was he there with you at the coven?”
“I never saw him.” Aslan’s eyes looked so sorrowful as he shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, Torren.”
“Hush now.” He debated asking anything further, but in the end, he just couldn’t stop himself. “Do you know where the coven is?” Not only was there a chance that they still held Thane, but the bastards needed to be brought to justice for what they’d done to Aslan and probably countless others.
“I think it was here in Wyoming.”
Torren’s heart beat a little faster at the information as he stepped away and tugged Aslan into the shower. “What makes you say that?” Aslan shrugged. “I didn’t travel very far when I was moved to that basement where I met Jory and the others.” He didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know the answer. The words came without his permission anyway. “What happened to you there?”
“Nothing good,” Aslan whispered while he lathered his hair with the shampoo. His eyes dropped, and he had to take a deep breath before he continued. “Jory and Willow got the worst of it, though.
The rest of us just got punched around and used as blood bags mostly.”
“Aslan.” Torren reached for him, but Aslan stepped back from his advance.
“I thought this was The Council house. Where the hell is everyone?” Aslan changed the subject, effectively letting Torren know that the previous conversation was closed to further discussion.
Deciding not to push, Torren allowed the topic change. “This is one of The Council houses. They have several around the world. To answer your question, Camdin hasn’t left his room since he got here.
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