I wheel around, snarling at the name to drive it away, furious that anyone would try to force it on me.The light is sharp, almost blinding. It’s always like that, cutting down through the dimness into the fighting pit. At first, all I see is a figure, a body—and bodies are for hitting.
But as I stalk forward, something trips in my mind. The blue eyes, widening, pierce through to a different place, a different part of me. Everything jumbles. The space is too big, the walls brick instead of stone. I’m too numb to tell whether there’s sand beneath my feet, but the colors are wrong. Everything is wrong.
I stop. I stare at those blue eyes, and I know them. I follow them through the hole they’ve pierced inside my mind. I let them pull me back.
Lucas closes the distance between us. He tries to take my hand, but my fist is clenched. He works his fingers into the tight space until my hand opens enough for him to thread his fingers with mine. He tugs at me. My feet move. I follow.
I’m vaguely aware of the gym around us, of Sasha standing at the edge of the mats, but I just let Lucas lead me out.
My numbness wears off as we move through the house. I start shivering. My teeth start chattering, so I tighten my jaw to stop them.
As we pass through the sitting room, I hear Vitali and Quinn in the kitchen, but Lucas draws me to the staircase. We go up to our bedroom.
Lucas closes us in. He locks the door. It’s symbolic. No one will come in. He does it for me.
He tugs at my clothes, helping me get rid of everything. He strips down too, then we get in the bed. Lucas pulls up the covers as I tug him against me, his bare body molding to mine.
I close my eyes and pretend we’re in our cell and that there’s nothing in the world but us.
TWO
Lucas
It takes a long time for Roman to stop shivering. I hold onto his arm where it’s hooked around me. I want to turn his way and entwine my limbs with his, but I can tell he’s not ready for that.
I don’t know what happened. I doubt he knows either.
I wasn’t surprised though. I was already watching for this because it was brewing before we went down to the gym. In a way, I’m relieved. That makes me feel guilty, like maybe I wanted this to happen.
And maybe … maybe I did.
Roman has been closing up so much lately. Even when we’re together like we were in the library, I can feel a barrier between us, something he’s withdrawnbehind. Only when he breaks like this, breaks open, is there an opening for me to get close.
He’ll fuck me soon.
His breathing has evened out. His powerful body is heavy against mine. We’re both hot and sweaty from the gym, but I don’t mind. It feels right to be this way with Roman.
When his cock starts stiffening against my ass, my own hardens in response. I harden so easily with him. I want him all the time.
Roman’s hand unhooks from my ribcage and starts roaming my body. He rubs my chest, grazing my nipples until they tighten. He runs his hand down my belly to my cock, murmuring against my neck when he finds the hardness. He starts stroking me.
I shift slightly to give him better access. He reaches lower to grip my balls. I bite my lip as he rolls and tugs them. His callused fingers and palm offer teasing abrasion. I push back against his erection.
“Fuck me,” I tell him.
His teeth close on the back of my neck. He’ll fuck me when he wants to. His hand starts moving from my balls to my cock and back again, tugging and tormenting me, rubbing my cockhead until I’m leaking all over myself.
I’m close to begging by the time he rolls partway over me, smashing me down on my front as he reaches for the lube. I open my legs as much as I can under his weight to let his heavy, stiff cock press between them.
It distracts him for a second. He has his hand around the bottle, but he stills with it there as he drops his face against the back of my neck and rolls his hips. I moan at the rhythm and the tease of his cock between my legs.
Then he draws up and away from me. I hear the bottle’s cap click open, but I’m too impatient to hold still. My restless shifting has him planting a hand on my back to hold me down. I settle under his dominance, soothed by it, reminded that I’ll get everything I need.
Roman works one handed, heavily squeezing lube along the crack of my ass. He tosses the bottle aside and sweeps up some of the excess to slick his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut at the filthy, delicious sound.
He lowers himself over me, settling the ridge of his cock along the cleft of my ass. His hand moves from my back to my head, holding me down as he starts rocking against me, gliding his slick cock between my cheeks. I tilt my hips to get him brushing against my hole.
Roman grunts and grinds harder against me, then his hand wedges into the space between our bodies. He keeps rocking, but his fingers start teasing my rim. I moan and relax for him as my trapped cock leaks all over the sheets.
