Page 26 of Damaged

The decision was taken out of his hands when Wrath slipped a condom on his hard, aching cock. Grabbing the lube, Wrath greased him up and straddled him.

Settling his hands on Wrath’s hips, Rogue gazed up into eyes that appeared the color of steel gray at the moment, but he knew they would change to pale blue in the sunlight.

With quick work, Rogue lubed up one hand and grabbed Wrath’s cock. He did a slow twisting jerk up and down, watching Wrath gasp and flex his head back. The man’s legs widened, knees slipped on the silky sheets, and then Wrath’s tight ass was sinking over his engorged cock.

Wrath was tight, so fucking tight and slick. Rogue squeezed the man’s cock tighter and jerked slowly as inch-by-inch, Wrath sank down onto his dick.

Seated, Wrath ground down on him and Rogue picked up the pace of his strokes on the man’s dick. The hands Wrath planted on his chest for balance were suddenly busy plucking at his nipples. Feeling his release coming, Rogue growled and sat up. He wrapped an arm around Wrath and power rolled them over.

His dick slipped out, but he was back inside without missing a beat. He lifted Wrath’s legs up and over his shoulders and then crowded closer to the man’s ass.

He didn’t want to blow yet; he wanted to savor every moment. Slowing, he leaned forward and took Wrath’s mouth in a slowkiss, matching the stroke of his cock to the thrusting of his tongue into the man’s mouth.

Wrath moaned his name and undulated beneath him before biting his mouth.

“You’re killing me,” Wrath rasped and slid his legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. The man’s heels dug into his ass and Rogue found his dick rammed in.

He lost it.

Hunger took over.

He pounded into Wrath’s ass hard and fast, taking them to the brink and then tossing them over.

Wrath groaned, grunted, and came between them just as Rogue released his load into the condom.

Gasping, he collapsed, trapping Wrath beneath him on the bed.

At that moment, he couldn’t have moved to save his life.

The nightmare came like clockwork and sent Rogue clawing out of a black box. With bloody hands, he stared at his missing fingernails. Only torn and bloody nail beds remained. Something was in his mouth, thick and gooey, making it impossible to breathe. He clawed at it with his bloody hands.

“Rogue?”

Was that voice Solomon’s? As bad as the nightmares were, having Solomon in them made them so much worse.

“Rogue!”

Gasping, he jerked upright, coming fully awake. Sweat drenched, the sheet fell to his waist. He glanced wildly around until his eyes landed on Wrath sitting up in bed next to him.

“You okay?” The blond’s hair was tussled in the faint glow coming from a night light in the wall. Concern etched Wrath’s handsome face.

“Yeah,” he croaked and wrapped the man up in his arms.

Wrath didn’t resist when he pulled him down to the bed. Rather than ask him questions, Wrath squeezed him tightly.

Rogue stared at a picture of a landscape on the far wall.

There would be no more sleep for him tonight, but he wasn’t quite ready to leave this man’s arms.

Not yet.

“How about dinner tonight?” Wrath caught Rogue’s hand before the man could step out of his front door.

He’d been worried about Rogue and the nightmare last night, but after asking a few times, Rogue had refused to mention what it was about. Wrath could only imagine the horror.

Right then, though, Rogue stood indecisive about his dinner invitation. And pressuring the guy was the last thing Wrath wanted so he released Rogue’s hand and stepped away.

“It’s cool. I’ll see you when I see you.”

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