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.“Are you okay? You look really pale.”Ryken sniffed.“Yeah, I’m fine.Let’s go.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and headed for the exit.“Wait.” David took hold of his arm.“What about Parker? I can’t just leave him.”“Parker will be fine.He’ll get a ride with my bodyguard.” Ryken walked over to Tony who’d already got to his feet.“I don’t want you to come with me.”Tony opened his mouth, but Ryken held up a hand.“I will tell my brother I sent you away.You won’t get in trouble, I promise, but I need to be alone with David right now.” Without bothering to wait for Tony’s response, Ryken took David’s hand and led him outside.“Are you sure you’re okay?” David unlocked the car and climbed inside.Riding shotgun, Ryken leaned over and kissed him on the lips.“Yes, I’m sure.” He laid a palm over the bulge at the front of David’s pants.“Take me home with you.I want us to be together.”David smiled.“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say that, Ryken.” He pulled away from the kerb, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching out to grasp Ryken’s.“I want to make love to you.”Ryken grinned at him with all of the passion he didn’t feel.“And I want the same.”Saint had made his choice.Now Ryken was making his.He’d go home with David, give him his body and wait for the aching need for Saint to abate.It had to, else Ryken knew he’d go insane.David lifted their joined hands, brought them to his lips and kissed Ryken’s knuckles.Ryken laid his head on the head rest, eyes unseeing, and waited.Waited to feel arousal for David, waited for his heart to stop aching.He waited for the taste of Saint to leave his mouth, the feel of him to leave his skin.Mostly he waited for the sounds of Saint betraying them, their love and their bond, to fade from his ears.Chapter EightRyken sat on David’s couch, hands clasped in his lap, legs shaking.Over in the corner of the room, David knelt in front of his music system, choosing the right music for them to make love to.He’d already dimmed the lights and lit tapered candles, whispering to Ryken that he wanted the night to be memorable.Hah, Ryken would remember tonight all right.Still he strove to forget, if only for a little while.The soft sounds of Robin Thicke’s Lost Without You floated to him and he jerked upright.“Turn it off.”David looked over his shoulder.“Why, you don’t like the gorgeous and younger Mr Thicke?”“No, I just—we don’t need music.C’mere.” He patted the space next to him on the couch.David turned off the speakers then walked over to sit beside him.Ryken took David’s hand closest to him and brought it to his chest.Eyes closed, he demanded, “Touch me.Kiss me.”David scooted off the couch and knelt between his thighs, opening them wider.Ryken spread for him, cold fingers going to the button on his jeans.David tugged up his T-shirt, dropping small kisses on the skin he exposed.Despite Ryken’s fervent hope otherwise, David’s touch did nothing for him.His cock lay asleep in his jeans.He groaned, frustration like a bitter pill stuck in his fucking windpipe.David must’ve mistaken the sound as evidence of pleasure, because he straightened up on his knees and mashed their lips together.Ryken gasped in surprise and David slid his tongue inside his mouth.What the hell? He may as well go with it.Ryken kissed David back softly until the other man pulled away, his head dipping to Ryken’s neck and shoulder.While his mouth was busy up top, one of David’s hands disappeared down the front of Ryken’s jeans, palm circling his soft cock.“Ugh.” Ryken arched at the contact of David’s cold hand on his skin, but again the other man mistook it for something else and no way would he be correcting the misconception.“Take off your T-shirt,” David instructed.Eyes still shut, Ryken did, lifting his hand over his head to pull the article of clothing off.His top half bare now, Ryken chanced to open his eyes.David knelt before him, head bowed, one hand working at bringing Ryken’s dead prick to life, while he pressed kisses to Ryken’s chest and torso.God, what’s wrong with this picture? It should be Saint touching him, caressing him.But it wasn’t.David’s moist tongue dipped into his navel and the man continued his travels south.He pressed kisses to Ryken’s pubic hair as he cupped his balls and squeezed.Ryken closed his eyes, allowing his mind to take him someplace else where the man he loved was at his feet, worshipping him with soft words and hard kisses.Saint.Warm breath whispered over his skin, the tugging on Ryken’s balls got more insistent and his cock stirred.Behind his eyelids, the dark eyes of the man at his feet promised pleasure beyond anything he’d ever known.One eyebrow arched, the man’s expression asked the question, did he want it? Yes, yes.Hips lifting, Ryken reached out blindly and sank his fingers into the thick hair of the man bent over his crotch.A soft sigh caressed him, drawing a moan from Ryken’s dry lips.“I love you, Ryken.”A strangled cry left his lips.The words he’d waited so long to hear.“God.I love you, too, Takayo.”* * * *Saint stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.His wet hair clung to his face and forehead, beads of water dripping to mix with the rest on his chest and neck.The tattoos on his back burned, had been doing so all day.He’d hoped a cold shower would help, but no such luck.The cold dousing hadn’t cured the ache in his balls either.All this time in close proximity to his mate without claiming him had kept Saint sporting twenty-four-hour wood.Ryken wouldn’t know the only person who’d be able to make Saint hard was him—his mate.While Ryken could do whatever with whomever until the claiming, Saint couldn’t.That knowledge remained his secret.His actions earlier in the restaurant were cruel, orchestrated for maximum effect but necessary.He wouldn’t have fucked Parker the pretty boy even if he could have got it up for someone other than Ryken.A quick trip inside the dirty mind of Parker, and Saint was controlling every move he made, every word he spoke.Ryken didn’t have to know.He’d run off with David.The reality of that made Saint want to hunt down that fucker David, but he held himself in check.Ryken would be safe, maybe happy at some point.None of that was on the table if he threw his lot in with an abomination like Saint.All for the best.Walking into the bedroom, he kicked the duffel bag he’d packed and dropped in the corner of the room.He’d be gone in less than an hour, gone from the Valtes’ life.He’d already handed off the folder containing the intel Nathan wanted on the leopards who’d killed his wife and child.Everything he needed to know was in that folder.Untucking the towel from around his waist, Saint used it to dry his hair.He had no idea where he’d lie low while he thought of a way to get Remi to spare Nathan.Maybe he’d go to Colorado, check up on Voltaire.He still couldn’t believe she’d mated a wolf—chick was plain crazy, definitely—Heat and spice tickled his nose.Saint froze.Bang.Bang.Bang.Ryken was at his front door.Saint sniffed, taking his mate’s scent into his lungs as he sank onto the mattress.This sure as fuck wasn’t going according to plan.Why in the hell was Ryken at his door? Why couldn’t he see Saint wanted him alive and safe? For that Saint would do anything, pay any price.Surging to his feet, Saint secured the towel around his waist and walked on quiet feet through the house.At the front door he stopped.Ryken’s despair and anger beat at him from behind the closed door [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]