Page 21 of Avenger of Sins

Rather than answer, Jo turned her head away. And again, for a moment, he saw the girl she’d been all those years ago. “I’m tired and in pain. I’d like to sleep now.”

“All right. Should I send a nurse in to see about pain management?”

“No. I just want to be left alone.”

He rose to his feet, reached out to touch her, then let his hand drop. “Okay. Get some rest.”

“Goodbye, John.”

“Goodbye,” he said, and quietly let himself out of the room.

Gray and Night return from their hunt shortly before dawn. Gray is pleased; they found a werewolf in a park and ate it together. If only there had been an entire pack.

“A werewolf pack in the heart of Atlanta would be bad news for the people living there,”Caleb points out.“They’ve got enough troubles already.”

Bad enough he must worry about mortals he knows but does not care about; now Caleb wishes him to concern himself with ones he has never met. He ignores Caleb, allowing him to talk to the other SPECTR agents at the hospital, until Zahira and John appear. Dark circles show around John’s eyes, and Gray can feel Caleb’s worry alongside his own.

Still, he remains quiet while they go to yet another hotel. Zahira and Night take one room, and they take another nearby.

John strips off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, before sitting on the bed with a sigh.

“The conversation with Jo must have really bothered him,”Caleb says.“No surprise there, I guess.”

What can we do?

Caleb muses a moment.“Let’s see if he’s in the mood for a distraction.”

Caleb sits down by John and puts a hand on his thigh. “Want Gray to ‘power you up’?” he asks, by which he means have intercourse with. Gray perks up; he would like this very much.

“Noted,”Caleb says dryly within their shared brain.

John meets their gaze, his blue eyes troubled. “That’s not why I’m with you. Whatever Kaniyar says or thinks?—”

Gray signals he wishes to come to the fore, and Caleb lets him. “Of course not,” he tells John. “You are ours, and we are yours. I will give you my strength, either through blood or sexual intercourse—or not, as you choose. But that is a small thing, compared to all between us.”

John smiles and frames Gray’s face with his hands. “That’s true,” he says, and draws them down to kiss him.

They disrobe as they go, hands wandering over bared skin. John’s breath comes quicker and quicker, and his erection presses against them. They kiss his skin, pausing to lick or nip, until John finally gasps, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Gladly.” Gray sits up on his knees. “Turn around.”

“Let me get the lube.”

He waits while John does so, rumbling in pleasure as John slicks him. “Sit on my lap.”

Gray guides John’s hips, lifting him so the tip of his own cock is lined up, before pulling John down. John gasps as he sinks down, his body tight and hot.

“Oh Goddess, oh fuck,” John moans.

It is good to hear him like this, untroubled, caught up in the moment. He slips an arm around John’s chest, holding him in place, then rolls his hips in a series of short thrusts. John’s untouched cock bobs in the air, precome leaking freely from the tip. It won’t take much to push him over the edge—but that isn’t what Gray wants.

“Don’t come,” Gray growls in his ear, making John shiver against him.

He increases the tempo of his thrusts. “I-I can’t,” John pants. “Let me touch myself, please.”

It isn’t a true plea; they have made love often enough for Gray to know it is part of the pleasure. “No.”

Caleb’s glee and ecstasy twines with his, shimmers between them as he takes John harder. When their orgasm finally takes them, John moans frantically and grabs the tip of his cock, squeezing hard to try and stop from coming.

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