Shock rolled through the bond. “You think he was going to kill them.”
“Butler was a hidden shaman and the NCCP wanted to execute all shamans. I have to imagine he was tempted, and Anzu gave him the power to do it.”
“And then we walked into the middle of the hotel.”
“He was probably surprised to see us. Thank God our team was there for us. I really thought I had lost you there for a few minutes.” Kavon gut rolled at the idea of losing Darren. He closed his eyes and fought back a wave a nausea.
Darren leaned against Kavon. “I love you.”
Love washed out the negative emotions. “Where did that come from?” Kavon asked.
“I love how protective you are. It’s sexy."
"Is it?" Kavon hated it when other people called him sexy, but when Darren said that, he got tingles.
“Yep. Darren closed his eyes. “Sometimes I wish you protected yourself as well as you do everyone else, but we can work on that.” He patted Kavon’s knee.
Kavon scoffed. “You make me sound incompetent to take care of my own business.”
“I didn’t say that. Exactly,” Darren teased. “But your protective streak makes you hotter than those abs of yours.”
"I thought it was my charming personality and ability to tell a joke?"
Hysteria crashed through the bond, and Darren started laughing. He wasn’t even projecting amusement, but he laughed until tears ran down his face and he gasped for air. “The only jokes you tell are dad jokes. You are not even close to funny.”
“Idiot,” Kavon said fondly, and then he shoved Darren onto the bed and straddled him. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’ll show you I can defend my own damn honor. Kavon pinned Darren’s wrists to the mattress. “I’ll torture you until you take that back.”
Darren laughed harder.
Kavon pinned Darren’s arms over his head. “Loon,” he complained softly, and stronger notes of lust and need stained the bond. Darren took several deep breaths before a few last snickers escaped. When Darren smiled, his whole being lit with vitality, and Kavon ran his fingers over Darren’s cheek. He was so lucky. Darren reached up and captured Kavon’s hand in his own, and the familiarity of the touch fed his soul like sex never had before. The few lovers Kavon had taken to his bed had satisfied his body, not his soul.
Kavon ran his hand down Darren’s chest, and Darren arched up into the touch. "You are a good man, and ethical man,” Kavon said.
Darren writhed under Kavon. “That’s what you want to discuss right now?”
“Maybe. I find your ethics very sexy.”
Darren’s cock grew hard so fast that his balls ached. “Do you?” Darren’s warm breath tickled the hairs along the side of Kavon’s neck.
"Oh, I really do." Kavon ground his body down into Darren’s. "Comfortable?" The question was sarcastic.
"Pants are a little tight," Darren answered. Kavon tightened his grip on Darren’s wrists before brushing his lips across Darren’s in a feather-soft kiss. The bond opened until the cool tingle of lust skittered across Darren’s skin. The feel of hands around Darren’s wrists freed him—gave him permission to writhe and strain without having to fear breaking free.
Kavon leaned so close that his lips brushed against Darren’s ear. "Tough," Kavon whispered.
Darren's lust exploded. To avoid coming right there, Kavon had to take a few calming breaths and center himself. “We have time to indulge,” Kavon said. He had originally planned on a quiet evening of television, but they needed more. Kavon wanted to lose himself in Darren and at the same time, drive Darren past lust. Kavon kissed Darren’s shoulder before he rolled off the bed so he could grab a pair of nylon and Velcro cuffs out of the dresser. They looked ridiculous compared to law enforcement cuffs, but they were surprisingly difficult to escape. Darren reached for his zipper, but Kavon caught his wrist.
“Tonight, let me,” Kavon asked. He pushed Darren back onto the bed, and Darren’s lust twined around them. "Tonight, be mine.” Kavon wrapped the Velcro cuff around Darren’s right hand. Despite the fact they hadn’t played in weeks, the ropes were still tied to the bed frame, and Kavon secured his second wrist and Darren was helpless.
Kavon ran a warm hand over Darren’s chest. “I love you. I love your goodness and your enthusiasm. I love that you worry about me and that I can trust you. I love you.” Kavon peppered Darren’s bare chest with tiny kisses.
“Keep it up and I’ll start an inventory of every sexy thing you’ve ever done,” Darren threatened.
Discomfort with compliments had fueled that complaint, so Kavon stopped Darren’s mouth with a crushing kiss.
Curling his fist around the ropes, Darren squirmed, but he didn’t have any leverage. Kavon starting kissing his way down over Darren’s bare chest. Kavon unfastened the button on Darren’s pants and then he slipped his finger inside to tickle the skin above where Darren’s curled nest of hair began. Darren twisted and fought the ropes, which spurred Kavon to even more diabolic levels. He ran the tip of his finger over the head of Darren’s cock. Kavon was rewarded with a flash of lust that burned away all other thoughts.
Kavon pulled Darren’s pants open, and Darren dug his heels into the bed and lifted his ass. That allowed Kavon to pull off Darren’s pants and underwear. It then only took another second for Kavon to take his own pants off. Then Kavon focused on driving Darren wild.
