Page 37 of Devil May Hunt
Brennon rocked up into him, unable to match the wild pace of his thrusts, but chasing after more friction anyway. His nipples were sore from all the sucking on them Gunho had done, and his dick was rubbed raw from being dragged against the carpet, the smooth surface of the desk, and the window. Not to mention how many times Gunho had stroked an orgasm out of him with his rough palm.
“I hate you.” He whimpered as soon as the words were out of his mouth, partially afraid he’d anger the alpha and the man would stop and pull away.
Instead, Gunho kissed him, the languid glide of his tongue tangling with his and the soft press of his lips a sharp juxtaposition to the way he continued to drive his cock into him. “I know, Brennon. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Can’t.”
“I’ll find a way. For now,” he moved, turning so the side of his throat brushed against Brennon’s mouth, “take it out on my flesh.”
“What?”
“Bite me. Complete the bond, pretty lover.”
“I don’t want to. I want—”
“I’ll go so deep you’ll see stars. Deal?”
Brennon liked the sound of that. He cupped the back of Gunho’s skull to keep him in place with one hand, dug his nails into the fleshy part of the alpha’s left shoulder with the other.
And then he did as he was told.
Brennon sank his teeth into Gunho’s neck and clamped down until he tasted blood.
* * *
It took him a moment to figure out why he felt like roadkill again, but as soon as the memories returned, he was cursing and tossed the thick covers off of him.
Brennon sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, pausing only long enough to process he was in a room he’d never seen, before allowing the anger to take control. It hurt to walk, but not nearly as much as it had the morning after when he’d woken in the hotel alone. In fact, the more he moved, the more relaxed his body seemed to become, until he was practically light on his feet by the time he’d made it to the end of the hallway and the top of the stairs.
The banister overlooked the main floor, and he caught sight of the living room where he’d stupidly trusted that doctor.
He wasn’t quiet coming down the stairs, or when he came to the landing and spotted Gunho in the kitchen. His intentions were pretty clear as he advanced, already gearing up to swing.
The punch landed against the alpha’s right cheek, snapping his head back. He stumbled, catching himself on the counter, but otherwise made no moves to retaliate.
Brennon pulled back and retreated a few steps, putting a safe amount of distance between them. Now that he’d gotten that out of the way, rational thinking was worming its way to the forefront of his mind, reminding him the alpha was older, bigger, and a hell of a lot more experienced with combat than he was.
“Why didn’t you dodge?” he snapped once Gunho had straightened but didn’t speak.
“I deserved it,” the alpha said. “But it won’t happen again. This isn’t the type of abusive relationship where we’re allowed to use our fists to take out our anger.”
“No, just the kind where you’re allowed to drug and force me?” he hissed. “I should have shot you in the face with a blaster.”
“And make yourself suffer for the rest of your life?” Gunho moved back to the island he’d been standing by and grabbed a mug. “Coffee?”
“Screw you.”
“You can,” he drawled, “Later. I think we should talk first.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to say they had nothing to talk about, but Brennon caught himself.
“Is it true?” He crossed his arms and glared. His symptoms had certainly felt real, and he remembered how good it’d felt to be fucked, how desperate he’d been. How the pain had subsided almost immediately after taking the alpha’s cock.
He felt great now even. Better than he had in months, more rested and relaxed, despite what was going on and how he’d ended up here.
“You could try contesting the mating claim now,” Gunho replied, pouring a cup of coffee from a French press, “but you’ll only hurt yourself in the end. Even if the I.P.F. somehow sided with you, you can’t break our bond.”
“Ourfakebond.” He held out a hand, scowling when the alpha offered the mug. “I don’t want that. Give me the antidote.”
