He flicked his tongue over Ex’s nipple, biting just enough to make him hiss.
They spoke without words. Made silent promises and oaths with each thrust, strengthening a bond already ten years strong.
Ex’s moans were a symphony, cries that crescendoed before they fractured into worshipful groans.
With a single, smooth motion, he stood and reversed their positions, taking the heavy comforter with them.
He settled Ex onto his back, with his cock still buried deep.
Ex moaned at the new angle as he wrapped his legs around his waist, urging him on.
He clamped both hands around Ex’s hips, anchoring him in place.
He sped up, but didn’t pound, taking Ex to the edge and leaving him suspended there. The friction and the heat made every drive more, propelling him to a higher plane.
Ex raked his heels down the backs of his thighs, his back arching as he bucked to meet his hips with each downward thrust.
He dipped and took Ex’s mouth in a passionate kiss as he neared the edge.
“Want me to come for you?” Ex whispered inside his mouth.
Meridian knew he was already there and upped the ante just enough, angling to hit that perfect spot.
Ex’s body tightened everywhere at once. His cock—untouched and trapped between them—erupted with thick ropes of cum.
Meridian squeezed his eyes shut as Ex’s walls clenched around him.
With a final thrust, he went as deep as he could and spilled inside his lover, shuddering as Ex’s aftershocks from his own orgasm made him continue to spasm around him.
They stayed locked together, their fingers intertwined, clutching each other as if something unwanted could creep in if they separated.
Meridian didn’t fear death or the demons of the world, but he was terrified of losing the man in his arms. Without him, his world would narrow to duty, targets, and killing.
Ex’s body was the only place that reminded him he was still capable of feeling more than just rage.
White Ravens
Scar
Scar sat in the low light of his living room, his damp hair still clinging to his neck.
He’d gotten back to headquarters two hours after Meridian disappeared and left him with his mark.
He dropped off the disk at Intel and went straight to his quarters and spent fifty-three minutes in the shower with the hot water tap on full blast, as he scrubbed himself until his muscles ached and his skin was too sensitive to touch.
What he’d done to get inside Evelyn Hartmann’s house affected him in a shameful way. He’d never had to perform like that before.
He hadn’t expected her to have such a lustful appetite.
He hadn’t slept with her, but he’d gotten her off.
It wasn’t her age or that she wasn’t attractive. It was the forced intimacy while keeping himself cold and distant.
After he’d done all she demanded, she lay slumped on the couch in the afterglow, with a glass of wine in her hand. He’d murmured he had to use the bathroom and vanished down the hall.
Scar quickly found the office, slipped the drive into the port, and was gone five minutes later, his mission a success.
And still, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Gage.
