“I know just what you need.”
Viggo withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Evander’s entrance. Their eyes met in the lamplight.
Everything else fell away in that carnal moment—the investigation, the danger, the uncertain future. There was only this. Only them.
Then Viggo pushed inside and Evander forgot how to breathe.
The stretch of the penetration was exquisite, the hot sting quickly settling into pleasurable fullness, like his body had been made to take this man. Viggo stilled once he was fully seated, his forehead pressed to Evander’s, his breath coming in harsh pants.
“Are you alright?” he managed.
“Move,” Evander demanded desperately. “For God’s sake, move!”
Viggo cursed when Evander squeezed him intimately. A bone deep shudder shook the Brute. He laced their fingers together, pressed Evander’s hands above his head, and took his lips in a demanding kiss as he finally obliged him.
He set a relentless rhythm from the start, driving into Evander with deep, powerful strokes that punched the air from his lungs. Evander wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist andheld on for dear life, his heels digging demandingly into the Brute’s back as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his belly.
Viggo wrenched his mouth from Evander’s and bit down on the angle of his neck.
“Mine,” he growled savagely into Evander’s skin. “You’re mine!”
“Yes!” Evander agreed breathlessly.
Viggo let go of Evander’s hand and closed his fingers around Evander’s neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation set Evander’s body alight and dragged him inexorably toward the edge.
“I can’t!” Evander whimpered. “Viggo! I’m—I’m coming!”
“Then come,” Viggo commanded, his voice rough with his own impending release.
Evander shattered with a cry he barely managed to muffle against Viggo’s shoulder, his release spilling hotly between them as his body convulsed sweetly in his lover’s strong hold. Viggo followed moments later with a hoarse groan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside.
They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, their hearts pounding in tandem.
Evander swallowed. “That was?—”
“Too quick,” Viggo finished. He pulled gently out of Evander, rolled to the side, and gathered him against his chest. “Give me a moment to recover and I shall ravish you all over again.”
Evander groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”
He traced idle patterns on Viggo’s skin in the aftermath of their lovemaking, his body heavy with satisfaction.
“I need you to promise me something,” the Brute murmured in his hair.
Evander tilted his head and gave him a puzzled look. “What?”
“Prague. And whatever comes after.” Viggo’s arms tightened around him. “Whatever we find, whatever danger we face—you don’t throw yourself into it alone. You let me protect you.”
Evander went quiet for a moment, the memory of their argument in Paris lingering in his mind.
“I promise to try,” he said finally. “That’s the best I can offer.”
Viggo studied his face before nodding slowly. “I suppose that will have to do.”
They lay in comfortable silence, the sounds of Brussels at night filtering through the window. The church bells soon chimed the hour.
“You should go,” Evander said reluctantly. “Before anyone notices you’re not in your room.”
“Not yet.” Viggo pulled him closer. “A few more minutes. And maybe another round or two of sex. Besides, Solomon is probably in Ginny’s room.”
