by Marcy Jacks
Fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do like this?
Something. He had to find something. Anything that could be used to get him out of here.
When the door clicked, Lucian snapped to attention. He expected, hoped, to see his mate. He also figured that little fox omega with the removed tail would be there.
He didn’t at all think Sorin would walk into his room, closing the door swiftly behind him, as though to make sure Lucian couldn’t see the hallway outside.
So Lucian would only look at Sorin.
That same hope from before ignited within him. Because of course it did. There was no way in hell he could look at his mate as if Sorin was the enemy. Sorin was his mate. They loved each other.
No one was that good of an actor. Were they?
“Is it safe to speak?” Lucian didn’t know what else to ask aside from that.
Sorin’s hand stayed on the doorknob. Lucian looked, half expecting to see him locking the door, but of course, a slave’s quarters wouldn’t have a lock on the inside.
Sorin looked at him, then away, and then back again.
As if he was conflicted about something. “Just tell me, are you safe here? Are you being forced to do these things? This person I’ve seen…that can’t be you.”
Now Sorin did release the doorknob. He walked right up to Lucian, his hands reaching out.
Lucian backed up a single step before he felt the touch of Sorin’s fingers on his cheek, and instinct kicked in as Sorin pulled him down while pushing himself up and kissing Lucian on the mouth.
The touch of his lips, something Lucian had been thinking about, fantasizing about, in order to get him through the hard and cold nights in that dungeon, it warmed him from the inside out, made his body come alive as Sorin’s hands slid down his face to his neck then gripped his shoulders as though he couldn’t bear to release his hold on Lucian.
As if he would die without him.
Lucian held the man back. He couldn’t not touch his mate. He dropped the sheets around his waist, kissing his mate with everything he had because he was so damned happy to have Sorin here with him, in his arms, showing him that he did love him.
Sorin pushed Lucian down onto the bed just as Lucian’s fingers began to roam, reaching under the man’s clothes, searching for heated skin.
Sorin climbed on top of him, his brown eyes hungry, the heat in his body, and his gaze, making it clear what he wanted.
Lucian would give it to him. He was ready to give the man everything.
Except…
“Wait, what’s going on? There’s no time.” They had to plan their escape, but Sorin silenced him with another kiss, and like the first time, the heat of the man’s mouth, and the sizzle that came with the touch of his tongue, was enough to silence every other thought in Lucian’s head.
He’d been starved for the touch and affection of his mate, for any hint that it had all been a trick designed to throw off Varrick.
His mate was here, in Lucian’s arms, and Lucian couldn’t resist. Explanations could come later, especially as Sorin undressed himself on top of Lucian, kissing him sweetly. Sorin tossed away the suit jacket and button-down shirt he’d been wearing.
“God, I missed you,” Lucian said, panting for breath. He struggled to get each word out, especially when Sorin’s mouth came down onto his nipple, sucking on it while his hands continued stroking his skin, sliding across the muscles of his abdomen, and then down to his aching cock.
Lucian gasped through their next kiss as Sorin’s hand made a fist around the length of his dick.
Just the right amount of pressure. The right amount of heat. It was perfect. It was deliciously hot, and everything he needed.
“You like that?” Sorin asked.
Lucian nodded.
“Good,” Sorin said, his tone strange, something Lucian couldn’t quite place. At the same time, the pleasure of the man’s tongue on his lips then his nipples, teasing him, taunting him while that hand stroked, gave Lucian such a high that even at a moment when he should have been at his most alert, he was at his most sluggish. He wasn’t going to be able to hold himself together. He could tell that much right now, and God help him, he didn’t want to hold himself together.
He wanted to fly apart in Sorin’s arms. He wanted to come inside him, claim the man for his own once again and say a loud Fuck You to the people who would have kept them apart.
“Get out of your clothes,” Lucian gasped. “Right now. Don’t you dare make me wait anymore.”
He couldn’t handle it. He needed this too much.
Sorin did as he was told. He pulled himself away from Lucian just long enough to work the buckle of his belt. He actually jumped off the bed so he could be standing when he shoved his pants down.
Lucian stayed on the bed, reached for Sorin’s hips, and pulled them close so he could open-mouth kiss the head of the man’s cock.
He must have shocked his mate because Sorin gripped tightly to Lucian’s shoulders, his body trembling, as if he were about to completely let go of everything and lose control.
That was exactly what Lucian wanted as he let his lips slide down the length of Sorin’s erection. His mate’s cock throbbed on Lucian’s tongue, and Lucian knew Sorin had been struggling with his lust and need for as long as Lucian had been kept prisoner here.
It was almost nice to know, in a twisted, demented sort of way. Knowing how his mate needed him, how Sorin had been aching without him, was almost enough to make the suffering Lucian had gone through worth it.
This was his proof right here that Sorin still wanted him, that their mating was still intact. It hadn’t been a lie, and his mate had been acting the entire time.
“S-stop that, oh God,” Sorin moaned, throwing his head back briefly before he managed to get control again. He pushed harder against Lucian’s shoulders, really getting his attention this time.
“What?” Lucian looked up at him, hating that he had to stop, but Sorin reached down into one of his pockets. He messed around with something down there. Lucian went to have a look just as Sorin pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. Travel-sized and easily hidden.
“Fuck me. Right now. As if you really mean it,” Sorin demanded, climbing back onto the bed, still giving Lucian that needy, hungry stare that made Lucian tremble.
And he did. He gave Sorin everything the man demanded, because how could he not?
Lucian curled his arms around the back of Sorin’s legs. He pulled the man forward, easing him back down onto the bed, sliding between his legs.
Suddenly, he stopped. “Wait, someone could walk in.”
“It’s okay,” Sorin said quickly, color flooding his cheeks. “I’ve got someone looking out. Just do it. Please.”
He held tightly to the back of Lucian’s head, pulling his face down and forcing their mouths together again.
As if Sorin couldn’t stand to not be kissing him.
Lucian needed it. As his mate kissed and touched him, his heated hands moving, stroking, pulling at Lucian’s hair and body as if he would die if he didn’t get this, it brought out all the wild instincts within Lucian’s body.
He moaned, thrusting his cock against Sorin’s, the friction making the wild dragon within him lose almost complete control.
Lucian growled against Sorin’s mouth, thrusting forward again, swallowing the sweet little mewling noises that came from Sorin’s mouth.
More. He wanted so much more. He needed so much more than this. He needed to be inside him, feeling that tight gripping heat clenching around the base of his cock, holding him close.
Sorin’s fingers were steely and powerful as he reached down, gripping Lucian’s ass cheeks in each hand as he tried to pull him closer and closer.
“Just like that,” Sorin moaned, throwing his head back and giving Lucian access to his throat.
A throat Lucian could not resist licking and sucking, knowing what a sweet spot it was for a vampire.
“Just like that.”
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It was going to be better when Lucian was inside him, when he made Sorin moan his name and come for him.
Lucian lazily thrust against Sorin’s body, letting the pleasure build, feeling the rush increasing as his blood warmed and his mate moaned into his mouth.
He liked it. Lucian liked being able to give his mate pleasure like this, to pretend that they weren’t being held hostage in this damned house with so many vampires and omegas and slaves and guards all around them.
Lucian should be figuring out how to get out of here, but he swore the need within him was on par with the desire he’d felt during the heat. The time, back in the beginning, when he was still learning of his connection to Sorin and every moment he didn’t touch the man had been torture.
He needed to have him, to make love to him at least once before he could properly think about how in the hell he was going to get out of here.
“Inside me. Hurry up,” Sorin puffed.
Lucian kissed him, smiling through it, but he worked quickly after that.
If he was losing his mind because of a lack of connection to his mate, then Sorin must have been going through the exact same thing this entire time.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Lucian promised, though it was an honest-to-God struggle for him to pull himself back, away from the heat of Sorin’s body, away from the throb of his cock.
Lucian’s dick screamed at him, the shaft pointing up accusingly, but it would get its chance soon enough. Lucian reached for the small bottle.
“I don’t need a lot. Just do it.”
Lucian pressed his lips together. He knew what Sorin was getting at. They might have someone loyal to Sorin out there watching out for them, but as much as Lucian wanted to make slow love to him, and then fuck him hard and fast, they didn’t have that kind of time. What Lucian wanted to do to his mate would take hours.
They had minutes.
He opened the cap and poured some of the lubricant into his palm. “I’m just going to slick you a little. It probably won’t be comfortable when I’m inside.”
“I can handle it. I can’t handle not having you inside me anymore.”
That was good enough for Sorin. He slid the lube up his fingers before stroking Sorin’s hole. He didn’t spend much time there, as much as he enjoyed the way he could still make Sorin’s pucker quiver for him. Lucian pushed inside, the tight ring clenching around his fingers, making him want more than just his fingers inside.
Sorin arched his back, throwing his head back against the thin sheets and sighing. His mouth fell open, and at first, it seemed as if he wasn’t breathing at all.
When he exhaled, he did it hard, and then he looked up at Lucian with that same dazed, pleasured expression on his face he always got when Lucian was in the middle of giving his mate what he wanted.
“I like your fingers, but something else would be better.”
“I know. That’s coming.” Lucian pushed his fingers deeper. “Just making sure you’re good to go.”
He couldn’t stretch his mate as much as he would have wanted to, but this right here, just having his fingers inside, spreading the lube deeper within him, would have to do.
“More. Hurry. Give me more.”
Even Lucian could lose his patience when Sorin begged so sweetly, however. Lucian pulled his fingers free from the man’s hole. He stroked his wet hand over his cock just enough to wet the shaft, and even though Lucian knew that wouldn’t be nearly enough, it was going to have to do as he pushed himself closer.
Lucian pressed the head of his dick against that sweet pucker, and he pushed inside.
“Oh!” Sorin pushed his head back again, his chest pushing up as his entire body seemed to arch, pulling Lucian closer as he thrust inside.
Inch by inch, Sorin took him, his arm looping around Lucian’s neck, holding him closer still, until Lucian’s cock was all the way inside and he couldn’t go any farther, any deeper, if he wanted to.
And he so wanted to. His tight testicles touched the back of Sorin’s ass, and it still wasn’t enough.
He pulled his face back just enough to look down into his lover’s eyes, close enough to see the sapphire buried in the chocolate depths. And the pleasure. Their noses touched, breath mixed together, and when Sorin kissed him, Lucian needed to move.
He moaned, pushing forward hard before pulling back, sinking home every time and absorbing every tremble, every moan, every clench of Sorin’s fingernails.
God, he’d been waiting so long for this.
“So good,” Sorin moaned softly, his eyes shut as he sighed breathily.
Lucian murmured against the man’s throat, kissing and sucking on it as he pumped his hips again and again. His pace was slow only at first, allowing Sorin to get used to the sensation and for himself to build up a tolerance to the pleasure.
But each sweet sound that came from Sorin’s mouth, every single soft mewl of pleasure, and every word was what spurred him on.
“More. Give me more,” Sorin begged.
Lucian did. He sped up the motion of his hips, unable to stop himself from giving this man everything he wanted. “Like this?”
Sorin nodded. “Don’t stop.”
Lucian shook his head. If he had his way, he would never stop.
He would take his time and make long, slow, sweet love to his mate when they were out of here. Right now this was so they could both function, so they could get what they needed before Lucian worked out how to get them out of here. He fucked harder into Sorin. As hard as he could without making the bed beneath him shriek in protest.
It was enough. It was just enough to feel the heat of their bodies rising and that sweet clench of Sorin’s hole around Lucian’s cock.
“I missed this so much.” Lucian kissed the side of Sorin’s throat then teasingly bit it, reveling in the shiver Sorin released from having his sensitive spot teased and tormented like that. “I missed you.”
Sorin didn’t respond to that. He just kissed Lucian as if he were going to die without it. His mouth touched everywhere, spreading the head across Lucian’s jaw, his mouth, and his throat. Sorin’s rings threaded through Lucian’s hair and gripped so tight it was painful, and he still didn’t care.
He didn’t stop moving. “God, you’re sweet. Feels so good, so tight.”
Sorin moaned again, a choked noise. He raised his knees higher, giving Lucian the space he needed, and when the man locked his ankles around Lucian’s waist, that was the thing that did it. That was all it took before Lucian lost complete control as he felt his pleasure rise and saw the end in sight.
He hadn’t meant to move as forcefully as that. He wanted to take his time, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t seem to make himself stop as his toes curled and the heat spread inside him, rushing through him, more than his body could handle. More than he could contain.
Sorin bit him on the side of the throat, his fangs puncturing Lucian’s skin as he felt his mate drink from him.
Lucian came hard. His orgasm was powerful, throbbing through his body as he felt his mate drinking from him while he spilled deep inside Sorin.
Sorin moaned, the sound vibrating against the side of Lucian’s throat when they were connected, and as it happened, the pleasured clench around his cock became more painful with each thrust as Lucian realized Sorin was coming. The smell of their combined musk, and the feel of Sorin’s cock jumping and spurting between their bodies dragged another orgasm from Lucian’s body, and he came with his mate this time.
Lucian milked himself of all the pleasure he possibly could. He didn’t want to stop, and then he had no choice, as what little strength that had been afforded to him suddenly fled, and Lucian fell on top of his mate, exhausted and panting for breath as Sorin caught him in his arms.
Chest to chest, the warmth of their bodies mingling, Lucian couldn’t halt the rush of sweet happiness that pulsed through him.
Especially as Sorin held him tightly. The man didn’t move much at first, but Lucian could f
eel the touch of Sorin’s lips again and again on the side of his throat. Licking and kissing the bite he’d just made, loving him, holding him.
It honestly made Lucian a little worried to be held like this. Somehow, the vibe he got from it was different than the one he thought he should be getting.
Then Sorin spoke, and Lucian’s blood turned as cold as the tone of his voice.
“You should get off me now. It’s time for you to go.”
Chapter Seven
Sorin held on to Lucian for as long as he thought he would be able to get away with. He wanted to memorize every inch of him, wanted to touch every curve and muscle as if it would be the last time.
Because he knew there was a very real chance this would be the last time.
When Lucian’s entire body seized up after Sorin spoke, he had to climb out from beneath him.
This wasn’t going to be easy on either of them. Sorin had been a fool to think it would go down the way he wanted it to.
Swiftly grabbing his clothes, leaving the key behind on the floor where he hoped Lucian would see it, Sorin started to dress, facing away from the man.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about? You’re coming with me, right?”
God, Sorin could still feel the burn of having Lucian inside of him. His eyes burned. He took in a deep breath, composed himself, and reminded himself again and again that if he didn’t nail this performance, Van would go to his father and rat them out. Van wouldn’t let Lucian go home.
He turned, facing his mate, wishing he were doing anything else in the world other than this.
He steeled his features, making absolutely sure his mate could detect nothing that was going on. That he wouldn’t be able to sense the turmoil Sorin was in.
“I needed that, and so did you. Your friends are circling around my house like vultures.”
“Okay, wait.” Lucian jumped up to his feet. He stepped forward, but the chain clanked and pulled, stopping him. He glanced back, as though the sight of the chain severely annoyed him in that moment, but then he turned his attention back to Sorin, his gaze searching. “We’re getting out of here together.”
