The doctors, working with the hunters, designed a drug with the blood of the various sects they captured and introduced it to the hunters system without completely changing their DNA. They would always remain human, but were given imaginable strength and other abilities such as perfect eyesight and hearing. Some of the hunters died, but their leader didn’t seem to care. The man even experimented on his sons. Aoi wasn’t sure, but he was certain that one of the leader’s sons was poisoned and the only reason he was still alive was because his mother begged to spare his life. While Aoi was speaking about the hunter that was poisoned, Jordan noticed the pensive expression on Bronx’s face.
Everyone understood the reason why the hunters hunted the sects. They were human and hated things that weren’t like them. No one understood why the hunters would willingly augment their DNA with the blood of the very people they were trying to eradicate. It still begged the question as to why Bergstrand hated shifters with an unmitigated passion. When Jordan asked Aoi and the rest of the nyxians, they couldn’t give him an answer.
People were dying thanks to Bergstrand, and yet, no one knew why. Anyone could speculate that it was because someone he loved died because of a shifter. True or not, Jordan couldn’t stop wondering what else was coming. The bedroom door opened, pulling Jordan from his thoughts. Duncan walked in and closed the door, leaning his back against it. They were staring at each other.
“Hi,” he said to Duncan.
Jordan looked Duncan up and down, admiring the beauty that was his man. The towel loosened and fell from his body to the floor of its own accord. Duncan licked his lips and took a deep breath, scenting the air that was no doubt filled with lust and arousal. He stalked over to Jordan and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling his head back. Jordan gasped as Duncan bent his head and went right for the mating mark on his neck, he growled low and it almost sounded feral. It vibrated through Jordan, sending goose pimples all over his entire body. He nipped on the mark and Jordan closed his eyes and purred.
“Did you mean it?” Duncan asked, his lips caressing Jordan’s mating mark. He didn’t have to guess what Duncan was asking about. He knew it was about the three sweet words he’d whispered. He’d never told anyone those words before, not even Bronx. And yes, he most certainly meant them, but he was unable to answer. Duncan was driving him so fucking crazy he could not think straight.
Jordan pivoted his hips, seeking friction from his mate. He whimpered when his cock brushed against Duncan’s jean-clad legs.
“Answer me,” Duncan growled, applying a bit of pressure to his neck. It should hurt but it felt glorious to Jordan, and he wished the other man would do more. Jordan gripped the front of Duncan’s shirt, digging his fingers into his chest when the man sucked on his mating mark. His body visibly shivered.
Duncan backed him up to the wall, and he hissed when his hot skin touched the cold surface. Duncan sandwiched his leg between Jordan’s legs. He couldn’t help it, his body had a mind of its own and it wanted Duncan. He rotated his hips, grinding his cock on Duncan’s leg, riding him like an animal in heat.
“Duncan,” he whined, grinding his hips faster.
Duncan reached down and grabbed his hips with both hands, stopping his movements. Jordan whimpered in frustration. Duncan raised his head but not before licking Jordan on his mark. “Look at me,” Duncan whispered. Slowly he opened his eyes and connected with blue eyes that were filled with so much love that it took Jordan’s breath away. “Did you mean it?” he asked again.
“Yes,” he finally answered. “I meant every word.” He circled his arms around Duncan’s neck. “Now shut up and fuck me, please.” Jordan knew they didn’t have time for it but he needed Duncan’s reassuring touch. He needed to reconnect their bond after what had happened earlier that day. He brought Duncan’s face down to his. He moaned when their lips touched. It felt like forever since he’d felt his man’s lips on his. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed kissing until he was with Duncan.
Jordan reached down and slipped his hands down the small of his back then to his butt, grabbing a handful of Duncan’s ass, pulling them closer together if that were even possible. Duncan groaned as he trailed kisses from his lips to his neck, and lower until he had a nipple between his teeth. He leaned his head back on the wall and closed his eyes. “Oh shit,” Jordan moaned. His body quivered, when his man tweaked and pinched his other nipple.
Duncan’s lips traveled lower leaving wet trails on Jordan’s chest. Soon he was on his knees in front of Jordan. “Oh sweet gods,” he moaned deeply when Duncan sucked his leaking cock into his mouth.
One of Jordan’s hands instinctively went to the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder, holding on for dear life. His knees felt weak and threatened to buckle because of the sweet pleasure he was experiencing. Duncan’s mouth was like hot lava. Duncan sucked his cock like an expert, paying close attention not to use his teeth. He leaned back against the wall and widened his legs. Duncan used the opening to reach under and parted Jordan’s butt cheeks and pressed his finger against his hole.
“Fuck, Duncan…” He found it difficult to finish what he wanted to say when a finger entered him and brushed against his prostate. Jordan clenched his ass together, holding onto Duncan’s finger. Duncan moaned at the action, sending vibrations from his cock through his entire body. Jordan came in Duncan’s mouth before he had a chance to warn his mate. Jordan sagged against the wall, feeling as if he just had his life sucked out of him. Before he could say anything, Duncan released his cock from in between his lips, he slowly removed his finger, and stood to his feet. Grabbing Jordan by his legs, he lifted him up. His legs wrapped around Duncan’s waist. Duncan took quick short steps to the bed and threw Jordan down.
“Need to be in you.” Duncan undid the fastenings on his jeans, pushing them below his hips. Jordan could do nothing but nod. He would give Duncan anything he needed in that moment. Duncan kneeled between Jordan’s open legs, grabbing his hip with one hand and the other on his cock and entered Jordan, stealing his breath from him like it did every time Duncan was inside of him. Duncan pistoned his hips, fucking Jordan with zeal. Jordan couldn’t help but watch the pleasure on Duncan’s face.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Duncan groaned. “Need you, so much.”
Jordan arched his back, wrapping his legs around Duncan’s hips, and dug his heels into his mate’s ass, pushing his cock deep inside of him. He grabbed his renewed cock and stroked it. Duncan growled and Jordan could see the points of his canines and knew his mate was close to coming. Duncan opened his eyes and stared down at him with lust-filled eyes. The blue of his eyes was so blown they seemed to cover the white of his eyes.
Jordan released his cock, reaching up he ripped the T-shirt Duncan had on down the center, revealing olive sweaty skin. He pulled his mate down on top of him, before rolling them over. He hissed when Duncan’s cock slipped out of him, but he was not deterred from what he wanted. He kissed Duncan’s neck all the way down to his belly button.
Duncan’s fingers grabbed his hair, pulling him back up and attacked his lips with vigor. Jordan tasted his cum on his mate’s tongue and lips, and he moaned. He heard the pleasurable rumble coming from Duncan and the tight pressure of his hands on his head as they kissed. He nipped at Duncan’s bottom lip before he got on his knees with one hand on his mate’s chest for leverage. He reached behind himself, taking his lover’s hard cock with one hand, positioned it to his stretched hole, and slowly slid down on it while rotating his hips. Duncan grabbed onto his hips and pushed up as Jordan came down.
The sound of the lovemaking was music to Jordan’s ears. The coarseness of Duncan’s jeans rubbing against his legs added to the pleasure of his mate’s sharp nails digging into his hips. He was going to come again. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on Duncan’s chest, the pleasure was too much to bear any longer. He felt his second orgasm mounting from deep inside him and he knew he wasn’t going to hold back.
Jordan threw his head back and yelled, cum spurting from his cock all over Duncan’s chest. His mate was not far behind him. He fell limply on top of Duncan, breathing heavy from pleasurable exhaustion. Duncan peppered lazy kisses on his cheeks and forehead. He was aware that sooner or later he would need to get up, but Jordan didn’t have the strength to move and Duncan didn’t seem as if he were in a rush.
“You ruined my favorite shirt,” Duncan chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
Jordan sighed and patted Duncan’s chest as a yawn overtook him. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he hummed.
They were quiet lying in the same position. “Hey,” Duncan whispered.
“Hmm...” Jordan acknowledged without lifting his head. He was too tired and it would take too much energy to move even an inch.
“I love you,” he heard Duncan say.
“That’s good, we love each other. Now let’s get some sleep,” Jordan mumbled before dropping off to sleep.
Duncan chuckled and kissed Jordan’s forehead before gently rolling Jordan off him. He sat up and roughly scrubbed his face. He looked back over at Jordan’s sleeping form and a pleasant smile crossed his face. Making love to Jordan wasn’t his plan when he walked into the room, but his brain short circuited when he saw his mate naked and freshly showered. Beads of water droplets on his creamy skin, he just wanted to lick every inch of Jordan’s skin.
