Tristan shivered and melted into him. "Oh, yeah?"
Nipping at an earlobe, he rasped, "Yeah. Maybe I need to teach you some patience."
"How?" Tristan asked, exposing his neck to give Cade's mouth easier access.
Ignoring the inviting gesture, he leaned back and smirked. "You'll have to wait and see. Consider this lesson one."
Chapter 10: Inferno
Tristan
The teasing in Cade's voice, the dark heat in his eyes and the hard press of his muscled body swirled in an intoxicating, inviting trio, begging Tristan to give in, to submit. There were no conscious thoughts, just instinct, the heady buzz in his ears, and the wild thumping of his heart to guide him.
"Okay," he agreed, voice trembling.
"You're sure?"
"Yes." No quiver this time.
Cade's face took on a hardened edge, and his eyes glinted. "Go to the bedroom. Take off your clothes."
A tingle of arousal zapped up his spine, much like the one he felt when he'd been ordered to his knees. His body practically vibrated with an urgent desire to obey. Moving toward the bed, he turned, keeping his eyes glued to Cade's as he stripped off his shirt and the now-wet sweatpants and boxers, tossing them aside.
His skin prickled as the other man's gaze slowly raked down his naked body, head to toe, before he approached, stopping mere inches away in what seemed like a deliberate move to force Tristan to tilt his head way back to see his face, emphasizing his height.
Asserting his dominance.
Tristan forgot how to breathe.
Cade grabbed his chin and gently ran his thumb over the bite on his bottom lip, his touch gentle — until it wasn't. Tristan wincedat the sting, but then soft lips pressed to his, gentle and soothing, making his head spin with the abrupt shift from pain to pleasure.
For one terrifying heartbeat, he feared he might forget the difference.
Cade pulled away, then told him, “Stand by the dresser and face the mirror. Both hands on top, don't move them.”
Feeling a shiver at the sudden loss of heat, Tristan approached the waist-high dresser and planted his palms on the surface, pleased that he could see Cade undressing through the mirror.
He watched, pulse stuttering, as Cade peeled off his clothes, exposing sculpted muscles, impressive tattoos and his spent dick slapping against his thigh, long and thick. The memory of it hard and throbbing in his mouth had Tristan craving it inside him, along with the pain and euphoria it promised to bring.
Holding Cade's reflected gaze as he approached, Tristan felt the tickle of hot skin on his back and the teasing of lips barely skimming across the exposed flesh on his neck. The ghost of a touch elicited goosebumps all over, and he melted into, eyelids fluttering closed, until he felt another stab of pain. He barely had time to flinch before the wet heat of Cade's mouth dulled the sting.
"Look at me," came a growled command, and he complied, meeting the dark, heated gaze through the glass. Moving purposefully, Cade slid his fingers into his hair and jerked his head to the side, and Tristan yelped at the sting. With his neck exposed and vulnerable, he fixed his stare on the other man and watched as relentless bites and constant, cruel suction decorated his skin. The idea that his body would be littered with marks thrilled him, and he wanted more.
All over. Every inch.
He watched as one rough palm roamed down over his stomach and noted how pale he looked in comparison to Cade's tanned, inked skin. When the hand dipped lower to graze through the curls above his rebounding cock, Tristan held his breath, hoping it would plunge lower. But instead, Cade reversed its path, skimming it up over the ginger fuzz on his chest and then pinching and twisting his nipple.
Pain blossomed, and he gasped, but when he felt the press of a hard body trapping him against the dresser and the throbbing heat of Cade’s hard length against ass, he moaned softly instead. Dragging in unsteady breaths, he peered through the mirror into brown eyes so deep, they looked almost black.
Cade smirked softly and then leaned in to whisper erotically in his ear,"Anyone ever brand you like this, Tris? Leave their teeth marks on you like their signature?" The rasp of his name slid over him like a caress.
"N-no."
"Good.I want you to remember this. How it feels to be claimed."
His whole body trembled.
“Get on the bed. On your back.”
