Page 54 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

He points to the large hockey bag lying on the ground behind him. “I snapped his neck for ease of travel. Knowing him, he’d shout something stupid and start drawing human attention.”

I frown at the equipment bag lying dead still against the subway rail. Fucking hell. I want him awake and suffering when I lay into him. “Patience isn’t one of my virtues right now, H. I’m losing it.”

“Don’t worry. It took us longer than expected to get everyone out of the compound. He should wake up shortly.”

“Not soon enough.”

“Then let’s get you level.”

If we were somewhere else, I’d pass the time by fucking him. With everyone in this tunnel having a heightened sense of smell, that’s out. “Ignoring the fact that our entire clan is here, and anyone could come looking for us—the two of us can’t very well waltz back to the group smelling of sex.”

Huntley shrugs. “So, we make it quick. Odds are, once Benoit wakes up, you’ll only smell like blood and death.”

That’s a good point.

And whether he’s right or I’m just too far gone for reasoning, I grab him and shove him further into the darkness of the subway tunnel. Huntley is a beast, and I wouldn’t move a mountain like him if he didn’t want to be moved.

He stumbles back until his shoulders hit the concrete wall, and he lets out a grunt. With rough hands, I flip him around, so he’s facing the wall.

I’ve got his ass right where I want it.

My fangs drop as my cock twitches behind the zipper of my slacks and my balls tingle with the heat of anticipation. “You sure this is a good idea? There’s a lot of chaos surrounding us right now.”

“Fuck me or I’ll fuck you. Either way, you need to work off some energy.”

I laugh. Huntley likes to think he’s an alpha, but he’s just an arrogant asshole. There’s a big difference. And no, unless there are extenuating circumstances, he doesn’t fuck me.

“Give me your ass.”

Huntley makes quick work of dropping his tactical pants and bends forward to brace his palms on the concrete wall. I spit into my hand and work the moisture into the seam of his crack, then press a wet finger into the tight ring of his ass. I work the moisture in, sinking deeper until I’m twisting in up to my knuckle.

“Ah, the burning stretch of Zane in a hurry.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No fucking way.”

With my mental gift, I reach into his mind to experience what he’s feeling. He doesn’t notice the invasion—and doesn’t know I do it—but it both amps me up and I can make sure he’s good.

And that burning stretch he mentioned… yeah, it sends hot zinging pleasure straight to my balls.

I add a second finger, and his beastly side lets off a growl. There’s a wildness to Huntley and I fucking love it. Removing my fingers, I give my cock a couple of rough strokes and then press it at his back entrance.

Huntley draws a deep breath and breathes through his nose, taking me like the fucking warrior he is. His pleasure and mine are a heady mixture and endorphins flood my body. Gripping his hip, I thrust forward, and my fangs drop even farther. “Your hand or mine?”

“Yours.”

It’s a good thing we’re in utter darkness because my eyes are flaming scarlet.Mine. Yeah, I can do that.

Reaching around to the front with my free hand, I grip his cock and stroke him off as I drive into him from behind. His cock is rock hard and leaks precum from the crown.

“You did me right today, H. Now I’ll show you my appreciation. You’re a good soldier.Mygood soldier.”

Huntley growls, grinding backward against my thrusts. “Just fuck me, Z. Shut up and fuck me.”

My balls tighten as my hips kick up the tempo and I drive into him like a fucking machine. The sound of concrete cracking beneath his palms is no surprise. I’ve got a lot of pent-up energy to unleash and I’m driving into him hard.

I can’t be gentle when my beast is so close to the surface. True-bloods are wilder and more feral than half-bloods and hybrids—and Fondatori royals are the strongest of the true-blooded vampires.

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