Duron embraced each of them, using them to make Beaumont work off the anger. The fury. The pain. It pulsed in his blood. Duron could taste it in every hungry kiss as they once more hit a wall and his back slid over the cold tiles. The heat poured from him, warming them in seconds.
Hands scrabbled against the smooth surface as his chest heaved from the desire raging inside him, Duron spun Beaumont around, and he pinned him flush to the wall. He bit his mate mark, making Beaumont mewl and buck back so hard that Duron nearly lost his footing on the slippery floor.
His teeth released to prevent him from injuring Beaumont as his hand closed over Beaumont’s throat and squeezed. He dragged Beaumont bodily against himself. There was little difference in height, but Duron was broader and bulkier. “Your ass is mine.” He rumbled his pleasure when Beaumont struggled.
They battled their way into the bedroom, switching places, time and time again. Furniture turned to sticks around them before they landed hard on the bed. It creaked, and the sound of wood cracking followed a shuddering thump as it heaved them sideways. Duron rolled back on top of Beaumont, whose head was nearly touching the floor on the lopsided bed.
Deep sexy laughter filled the room as they rolled onto the floor next to where the lube had fallen. Duron reached for it and found himself flipped onto his back. He grinned at his mate, letting him believe for a moment he’d won.
Both chests heaved, slick with sweat and pre-cum from rolling around. The scent was intoxicating, fury and lust. Duron wanted to eat his mate whole. When Beaumont reached for the hand holding the lube, Duron scissored his legs around his mate’s waist and flipped Beaumont over his head. The thud came with breathless laughter as Duron bounced up and twirled Beaumont, so he was face down before the next bout of laughter.
Lube in hand, he opened the lid with his teeth to keep one hand in the middle of Beaumont’s back and poured the content over his ass. He groaned yet didn’t give in, making Duron’s grin widen.
Beaumont worked to push up onto his hands and knees, only Duron was ready for that and spread his thighs using a little of his elephant’s weight to pin Beaumont’s lower body to the floor. It left his hands free to slide over the lubed ass. The second his finger pushed between taut cheeks, Beaumont whimpered, fighting harder. This made the slick finger sink right in past the tight ring of muscle.
Duron’s cock bobbed and leaked at the snug clasp of warm heat around his digit. He opened his connection to Beaumont, making sure first, he wasn’t causing pain as he pushed deeper. Beaumont bucked harder—craving the burn. Wanting it.
Thrusting as deep as he could reach, he felt Beaumont’s desire for more, so Duron held tighter and gave it to him. “Take it. Feel me,” he snarled.
More animal in that moment, Beaumont snapped and snarled back, “Make me.”
Duron nearly came. His cock throbbed like never before as he withdrew his finger to replace it with two, quickly scissoring them. It was all he could manage when he was shaking so badly with need.
One more check in and feeling Beaumont’s need matching his, Duron rubbed his cock in the lube still on Beaumont’s ass and thrust in one fluid move, burying himself deep inside the convulsing channel that clasped him hard enough to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. The air expelled so fast his chest seized at the overwhelming shout Beaumont gave before he rocked back and demanded, “More. Give me more.”
After that, it was a blur. Duron wasn’t sure who came first, but the scent in the room as he lay on his back, struggling to draw in a breath, said they’d both found their release. He suspected many would be ashamed of the violence. How quiet Beaumont’s mind was said what they’d done was perfect for them.
Finally, he was recovered enough to turn onto his side so he could see Beaumont’s face after rolling off him to stop from crushing him, Duron got a look at the room. “Oh… fuck!”
Beaumont’s eyes flicked open as he sat up abruptly. Looking around. “What?”
Duron pointed to the near devastation in the room. “This!”
The smug satisfaction coming from Beaumont was hard not to join in with. “We can leave some money to pay for the repairs.”
Duron’s lips twitched as Beaumont focused his attention back on him. “I think there’s a couple of pieces of furniture you missed,” the bad-ass alligator shifter said. One brow arched up in a look that sent heat straight to Duron’s cock. “If we’re gonna have to fix the mess, might as well do it properly.”
Before Duron could answer, he found himself pinned to the floor, his mouth captured in a searing kiss.No one likes to think they didn’t do a proper job.
My thoughts exactly, mate of mine.
The next loud crash brought a fresh wave of lust and Duron was damned pleased no one was in the house to hear him beg for mercy an hour later, as Beaumont proved he was more than a match for Duron—in every way.
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While Beaumont slept on the broken bed, Duron, although exhausted after the last few days, couldn’t settle, so got up. His ass complained with each step as he walked naked through the empty house, not concerned anyone would return anytime soon after what they’d left behind. A smile formed at how the sex had worked off their aggression. It dimmed with the knowledge that although Beaumont’s mind, for now, was free from the devastation, it would return. That was what had driven Duron to get up and search for his cell phone. He wanted no evidence in the Putney household he’d made a call.
His cell phone was in his bag, which he’d collected and put in the back of the car they’d taken. He checked outside to see they’d left it where Duron had parked it. Mindful of the wards, he checked Wyatt’s tracker.
His brow furrowed at what he could see.
Next, he texted Conrad.
Don’t call. It’s not safe to right now. Listen, Wyatt’s gone AWOL. It’s too long a conversation to have via text. I’ll explain when I get back to the Thalassa building. Can you ask the brothers to send their plane? We need it, like now. We have to get out of here.
He hit send and waited. Regardless of time zones, Conrad would hear the message alert and answer him. They always had each other’s backs. He hoped that wasn’t going to change when everything came out about…
The alert allowed his thoughts to shift from something that wasn’t going to be fixed easily, no matter how much he wanted to do that for his mate. Murdering his son, yeah, that wasn’t something he was ready to contemplate, not when he knew what it would do to Wyatt.
