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Chapter 22 | Don’t Ever Forget
Sticky, stifling and dank was an apt description of the tension in the darkness of their bedroom as Aiyan and Kaden lay beside each other but worlds apart. Climbing out of bed, he tiptoed over to the window and shoved it open, sucking in a lungful of the crisp, clean night air. The chill hit his sweat-soaked skin, making him shiver, and he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to stay warm. He’d been able to mask his emotions with anger and frustration down in the bunker, hoping if Aiyan sensed him, he’d chalk it up to Kaden being upset over having to stay behind. Obviously, it worked. The connection they shared went both ways though, and Kaden had known the moment his husband had set eyes on him. He felt the immediate, intense rush of fear radiating off Aiyan in waves so thick, it was stifling.
The wooden boards that held their mattress creaked, alerting Kaden his husband was climbing out of bed. So when the sheet from their bed settled around his shoulders, he wasn’t surprised. Aiyan’s arms came around his middle and Kaden smiled in spite of himself. The two of them had never managed to stay angry with one another for very long. It was something Kaden hoped would stick until they were old and gray. “You really scared me earlier, Kaden. I’m sorry for yelling at you and disrespecting you in front of everyone, I just...” The words trailed off.
Kaden turned to face him, wrapping his arms and the sheet around Aiyan as he stepped closer. Even in the darkened room, the only light shining in from the moon, Kaden could see the tiny sliver of gold wrapped around the brown of his lover’s eyes. “No secrets, My Prince, not between us. Tell me,” he whispered.
Aiyan leaned closer and kissed him. It was soft, gentle, and innocent—the heat and passion their kisses generally expressed absent. It was perfect. Eyes closed, foreheads touching, Aiyan opened his heart. “Seeing you and that monster in the same room, you close enough he could have reached out and touched you, it enraged me. Everything hit me in a rush…you being taken, finding you chained in the well.”
When their eyes met again, Kaden was floored by the anguish he saw in the depths of Aiyan’s gaze. “For a split second, when I saw my father, I saw you, Kaden, and I can’t honestly tell you what I would have done if you hadn’t ended him. I was so afraid for you, for us. Then I was angry, at you for being there, at him for what he’d already done to us. I couldn’t define one emotion from the other long enough to hold on to it.”
Kaden kissed him again, intently. “It’s done, My Prince. He’s gone, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
Aiyan smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I do love it when you call me your prince.”
Kaden laughed. “Well, you are. Mine and only mine and don’t you forget it,” he joked.
“Well, when you put it like that…” Aiyan kissed the tip of his nose. “I think you may need to take me back to bed and remind me though, so I don’t forget.”
Chapter 23 | Stay With Me
Hector stepped into the shower, ducking his head and letting the warmth of the water relax his aching muscles and wash away the stench that remained from his brief time down in the bunker. They’d found Rian, and though he hadn’t escaped unscathed, he was back with his family, and together they could start the process of healing. He worried what would happen now with August. Would his people allow him back into the fold? Or would he be shunned for turning on Cillian? Hector would happily take the red-haired seductive man that had captured his heart back to Greece with him.
“That’s it. I’ll take him home with me. I’ll be his family but…how to convince him?” Hector hummed to himself as he finished showering then brushed his teeth before heading back into the bedroom where August waited. Hector slowly approached the bed, taking in every square inch of the naked man lying in it. August was on his back, one arm above his head, the other by his side. The halo of red hair fanned over the pillow was a stark contrast against the white sheets and August’s pale, lily-white skin. Lying there silent and still, Hector thought August resembled a savage angel.
You’re perfect for me, August…beautiful but fierce and protective. I want you to be mine, but will you agree?Hector thought as he took full advantage of August’s stillness to admire the man’s exquisite features. His eyebrows, long eyelashes, and smattering of facial hair were the same vibrant red as his hair. It was what had drawn Hector to his presence the first night in the garden. His features, though slightly effeminate were strong and dominant, angular and chiseled.
Hector let his eyes travel down the expanse of August’s long, lean, muscular torso to the sheet that lay across one hip, dipping low enough that Hector could see the top of the thatch of red hair that led to August’s impressive cock. Hector was insanely jealous of that thatch of hair. It got to spend every minute of every day guarding a very delicious dick. Just thinking about it caused Hector’s ass muscles to clench, remembering the way August felt inside him. His body had opened up to the stranger with ease as if made just for him. Hector’s cock began to thicken with the memory of August driving into him while he kissed him like their lives depended on it. So intense, passionate and electric, August could kiss like no other lover Hector had taken over the years. The man on display said something, but it was too faint for Hector to make out. He rolled to his side, taking the sheet with him.
Hector stifled a groan at the sight of August’s perfect plump round ass. God, but he wanted to bury his face in August’s ass almost as much as he wanted to bury his cock in it. He was so ready to learn what August tasted like, what made him whimper, moan, and beg. “You going to stand there and stare at my ass all night?”
August laughed softly, rolling onto his back to stare up at Hector with half-lidded eyes. Hector saw the same look of desire staring back at him, the emotion completely possessing the green of August’s eyes. He took two steps toward the bed, stopping when August held up a hand. “Lose the towel.”
Grinning lasciviously, Hector made a show of slowly untying the towel at his waist and holding it open before dropping it to the floor at his feet. Approaching the bed, he ran his fingers along the length of August’s gorgeous body, from his foot up to his hip. Their eyes met, and Hector hesitated briefly—the thought of letting this firecracker of a man go pained him. There would be time for talking later. Right now, he was fixing to rock this man’s world. Make it very hard for August to walk away, should he choose to when the sun rose in the morning.
Veering left at August’s hip bone, Hector pushed the sheet aside, taking the firm cock in his hand, gently stroking the length while he watched its owner’s reaction. August looked up at him through hooded eyes, licking his lips, and with a simple nod of his head, he beckoned Hector to come closer. As soon as Hector was in arm’s reach, August grabbed him and jerked Hector down on top of him, kissing him frantically. Rolling their bodies and stretching out over Hector, August kissed him sensually. When he pulled back, Hector nibbled on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep August right where he was. Chuckling, August sat back and waggled his eyebrows. “Roll over.”
Hector quickly complied. August’s hands on his hips, grabbing hold tightly then jerking his ass in the air surprised him. “Wha…” The word became a deep, guttural groan the moment he felt a wet tongue graze his hole.
“You like that, baby?” August asked. His voice had taken on a deep, husky tone, making Hector’s balls ache. Or was that the tongue licking his spine from the inside? He cried out when teeth sank into his ass. “I asked you if you liked it. I can stop if you don’t,” August teased.
“Oh God, don’t stop, I like it, I like…” Again, Hector finished the sentence with a groan as August went after his ass with gusto. He licked, nibbled, and bit before prodding Hector’s quivering hole with his tongue, then licked him from his balls to his lower back. August’s name and a few curses reverberated off every flat surface in the room when he slid a finger in beside his tongue.
Adding a second finger, August pegged his prostate relentlessly, trying to coax an orgasm from him. “Come on baby. Let that first one go so you can relax while I make love to you all night long.” August’s words sent chills up Hector’s spine, and with a simple tap of his finger on Hector’s gland, he came unglued, shooting his load all over the sheet.
Before he could catch his breath, August was sliding into him all the way with one slow push. “Oh…my…God.” Hector groaned, stretching each word with a hint of desperation in his tone.
Covering Hector’s still-shaking body with his own, August leaned in with the first thrust, biting down on Hector’s shoulder as he fucked him hard and fast for several minutes. Hector was surprised to feel the familiar tingle in his balls, telling him his body was getting close to release again. “Fucking hell Hector, I can feel your body tightening up around me. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“I don’t…oh God, yes!” Hector shouted, pushing back to meet August’s thrusts. His vision blurred as his cock erupted again, August fucking him through it.
When his body gave out, he fell into a heap on the bed, wincing when he felt the cold, sticky come beneath him. “Oh no, we’re far from done, baby.” August lifted him up as he sat back on his heels, their sweat-damp skin molding their bodies together.
Shaking his head, Hector tried to pull away. “No more…I can’t.” His entire body sizzled, and he felt certain if August kept fucking him, his flesh and bones would ignite and melt away. August held on though, one arm wrapped around his middle. With his other hand, he grabbed Hector’s chin, turning his head and taking his mouth with a fierce kiss that awakened Hector’s failing libido. August was still buried deep inside him, his cock thick and pulsing, begging for release.
“Look at me, Hector,” August demanded. “Open your eyes baby, please.” What? When had he closed them? Blinking, it took a moment for the red blur before him to come into focus.
“August.” Hector whispered his name.
“I don’t want this to end, Hector. I know it’s fast, and we barely know each other. But everything about you feels right, feels like home.” Hector rested his head on August’s shoulder and held his gaze. They were still connected—August’s cock reminded him of that fact, but their lovemaking had slowed. Instead of hard, heavy, relentless thrusts, August lazily pumped in and out of him while gently caressing Hector’s hips and thighs with his hands.
“There’s nothing tying me to this land anymore, no reason to stay. Take me with you, Hector. When you go back to Greece, take me with you,” August begged.
Hector couldn’t agree more; the elation was immediate and intense, rushing through his body like a live wire. “Yes.” Hector pulled away, turning and snaking his arms around August’s neck, leaning in for another kiss. “I want you with me August; I just couldn’t figure out a way to ask you to come with me.”
Laughing, August pushed him down onto his back, his dick sliding right back into the warmth of Hector’s body and making both men groan. “I want to watch your face when you come,” he whispered, fucking Hector until he screamed so loud the windows vibrated. August followed him into the beautiful abyss moments later, falling onto the bed beside Hector, breathless and sated. It wasn’t a declaration of love from either man—far from it. But it was an opportunity for love to grow if they both played their cards right.
