Page 36 of Silver & Gold

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Seth asked in a low, gravelly voice.

Raider opened his eyes and shivered at the burning intensity in Seth’s eyes. But Seth had stopped. Seth didn’t touch him. He wasn’t going to.

Anger spilled hotly through Raider’s veins. “Why can’t you figure it out?”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

“I’m angry with you!”

Seth’s jaw clenched. His eyes flashed. But he spoke with infuriating calm. “I know, but I’m not sure why.”

It was like they’d gone back in time, all the way back to Shalaa when they’d first met and Seth had refused to yield to their clearly mutual attraction. It had been a sort of game then, a challenge. Raider had enjoyed it.

He wasn’t enjoying this. This made him feel like shit, and he wasn’t even sure why. He was sure, however, that attempting to explain it would only make it worse, so he said nothing.

“Talk to me,” Seth demanded.

Raider shoved away from the wall. He grabbed Seth’s dick through his pants and squeezed the hard, thick rod.

“Fuck!” Seth barked through gritted teeth. He crowded into Raider, forcing him back.

Raider didn’t let go of Seth’s cock, not even when his back hit the wall and Seth growled into his face. Instead, he gripped harder.

“You really think I want to talk right now?” Raider demanded. “Do you really want to talk?”

“Let go.”

“Why?”

Seth’s teeth were still gritted. “Fucking let go. Now.”

Raider did as Seth demanded, and it brought a wave of despair crashing through his body. He couldn’t keep that despair from his voice as he asked, “Why won’t you touch me?”

Abruptly, understanding dawned in Seth’s eyes. All the anger vanished. All the intensity was gone.

So. Raider had talked—and just as he’d predicted, he felt even worse and everything was ruined.

“Oh, baby,” Seth said softly. “It’s not like that.”

Seth’s hands came up to Raider’s face, cupping his jaw. Raider tried to turn his face away. Seth wouldn’t let him, so Raider closed his eyes instead. Then Seth’s lips were on his, but the kiss was tender and sweet and nothing like what he wanted, nothing like what he needed. Frustrated, Raider nipped Seth’s lip. It sparked enough of Seth’s dominance to have him plunging his tongue into Raider’s mouth—finally.

Raider moaned. This was what he needed.

He reached around Seth to grip his ass and pull him close. The ridge of Seth’s hard cock pressed against his own. As Seth rocked against him, Raider’s body lit with anticipation. He wanted Seth to spin him around and slam him into the wall. He wanted Seth to drive hard and deep into his ass. He wanted Seth to fuck him until he couldn’t think.

But Raider could feel, he could fucking feel the second that Seth seized control of himself. It was a subtle shift in Seth’s rhythm, in his energy. It was the way his hips drew back and his hand took their place, gripping Raider’s cock through the silk of his pants.

Raider was almost desperate enough to take what he could get—but not quite. He spoke against Seth’s mouth. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“I’m going to make you come.”

“But are you going to fuck me?”

“No.”

Raider wrenched out from under Seth. “Then don’t fucking bother.”

Seth’s eyes blazed, but he didn’t pursue Raider as he stalked to the door.

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