Marcus allowed him the privilege, if only fortonight.
“Don’t stop touching me,” Lucian whispered against Marcus’ lips, the words burdened with his arousal and stressed from breathlessness. Lucian pushed up against him, the outline of his erection pushing against Marcus’ leg. Marcus groaned and held him by the hips, pushing him closer. “Don’t stop. Never. Ican’t…”
Each sentence was disjointed, but Marcus didn’t need words to know what Lucian felt. The desperation in his voice was telltale—Lucian wanted to becaught.
Marcus’ hold on Lucian’s hips tightened. He flipped them around, pushing Lucian against the alley wall. Their kiss deepened, and Marcus took back control. The hotter the kiss grew, the more the power balance between them shifted, until at last Marcus parted Lucian’s lips, letting his tongue trace along the points of Lucian’s teeth before he took his mouth in full. Lucian moaned and Marcus swallowed thesound.
Lucian’s heat was over, but what they shared burned like fire throughjetfuel.
The kiss broke. Lucian panted for breath that Marcus didn’t allow him to draw. He stayed close, their lips brushing, and ran a hand tenderly along Lucian’s scalp as Lucian struggled to reelhimselfin.
“This?” Marcus asked. His fingers wove through Lucian’s hair, then clenched to hold Lucian’s head in position. The staccato gasp that broke from Lucian’s lips was addictive. “This needs to stay oursecret.”
“Yes,” Lucian whispered. His eyes were closed and his face was strained with unquenched lust. “Ipromise.”
“You’remine.” Marcus spoke the words in a low, rumbling voice, staking the claim he’d wanted to establish since the very first time he’d laid eyes on Lucian. “And as long as you are, there will be no other lover in your life. Not without my permission. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes.” The utterance was just as breathless as the last, Lucian’s words delicate, starved little things that barely made it to Marcus’ eardrums. “God,yes.”
Marcus pulled Lucian’s head back and nuzzled at his exposed neck. His lips grazed the soft, warm skin there, feeling the flutter of Lucian’s pulse. The scent of omega was strongest on the underside of Lucian’s jaw, and Marcus nuzzled his nose against that spot, breathing him in until the scent of his new toy was committed to his memory. It left him throbbing, but Marcus’ desire was secondary to the job that needed tobedone.
Lucian would betamed.
Marcus nuzzled against the underside of Lucian’s jaw one last time, then kissed his neck. With tenderness, Marcus sealed his lips and sucked, drawing Lucian’s skin between histeeth.
Lucian quivered. His breathquickened.
“Bite me,” Lucian begged in a whisper, his voice trembling. “Doit.”
But Marcus let him go. While one of Marcus’ hands kept Lucian’s head locked in place, the other discovered his thigh, then the bulge behind his fly. Marcus’ fingers traced absentmindedly as Lucian shook for him, too strung out by pleasure tospeak.
“My toys don’t beg, Lucian,” Marcus whispered against the crook of his neck. He pressed his nose into the dip of Lucian’s collarbone, showering him with heated affection while his fingers caressed Lucian’s cock. “My toys let me play with them how I want to play. Is thatunderstood?”
“Yes.” Lucian’s voice was hoarse with need. The confirmation died almost as soon as it had lefthislips.
“Good.”
All at once, Marcus released him. He took a step back, watching as Lucian braced himself against the wall. A beam of pale moonlight illuminated half his face, allowing Marcus to see the distant, dreamy look inLucian’seyes.
“I’ll see you next week,” Marcus said as heturned.
If Lucian spoke, he didn’t hear it. The beating of Marcus’ heart and the excitement swelling in his chest drowned out hissurroundings.
Crawford’s words rang true—doing it right was better than doing itquickly.
And with Lucian, Marcus intended to do it right, no matter how longittook.
13
Lucian
Counselor Ellis would be upset.Counselor Ellis would beveryupset. But that didn’t stop Lucian from working the dildo in deeper, imagining that it was Marcus filling him instead of a lifeless piece ofsilicone.
“Ohfuck.” The word was partially choked, and Lucian squeezed his eyes shut and bore back upon the dildo as best as he could. “Fuck me.Fuckme. Feels sofuckin’good.”
If he pretended, he could still feel Marcus’ hand on his cock. If he pretended, he could imagine Marcus’ teeth pulling at his skin. The taste of Knob Creek bourbon clung to his lips, a reminder of the kiss they’d shared. All the small details dragged Lucian further into fantasy, and they didn’t lethimgo.
He wouldn’t want to even if hecould.
