Page 38 of Breathe
Real stood steady. Like a rock. A silent sentinel, his anchor. But he wanted more than that. He wanted Real’s surrender. Slowly, Azrael began grinding his hips against Real’s jean covered dick. The hardness beneath the material was telling, and Azrael was far from stupid, even if Real seemed like unmovable granite.
With a guttural sound, Real thrust, grinding, and Azrael’s breath caught. He moaned when Real’s hands squeezed his ass.
“We don’t have condoms,” Real gritted the words out from between his teeth.
“We’ve been tested.” Azrael wasn’t going to fall for that tactic. He wasn’t going to give Real a chance to back down and run away. The rules of Erebus and Genesis were that every six months, they were tested. It may have seemed odd to some, but it was a non-negotiable criterion from Dave.
“I don’t think…” Real began, but Azrael placed fingers against the man’s mouth, cutting off the words.
But maybe he shouldn’t?
Doubt crept in. Was he taking advantage of Real? Was he forcing himself on the warrior? Sure, Real was hard, they both were, but that was the man’s reaction. That would be any man’s reaction to being stimulated.
It took everything inside of him to say his next words.
“If you don’t want this, then step away.”
His fingers eased from Real’s hair as his heart broke. Sliding his legs from where they were wrapped around Real’s waist, he waited for the man to step the hell away from him.
Azrael couldn’t move from the way he was plastered to the wall.
Real’s eyes glittered. They burned into his own with some unnamed emotion that Azrael wasn’t going to try and figure the hell out.
With nothing but sheer power, Real stepped back from the wall, but his hands stayed firm on his ass. Azrael was spun around and tossed onto the bed.
He squeaked.
Real stood at the end of the queen bed and unbuttoned the dress shirt and pulled it off.
Azrael devoured the man’s muscled frame. The word Alpha inked on the man’s abs sent shivers down his spine. It made him feel like an animal knowing that Real was his alpha, his mate. He wanted Real buried so deep inside of him that the man couldn’t think about being with anyone else.
Azrael sat up and pulled off his shirt, then unbuttoned and slipped off his pants and socks. Only a pair of dark briefs remained.
Real didn’t stop at briefs, he pulled all of his clothes off until he stood naked. His cock rising thick and proud from his body.
From his pants pocket, Azrael pulled out several packets of lube. They came in handy when he fantasized about Real every night.
Real’s glittering gray gaze zeroed in on the packets of lube and then snapped back to him. Azrael tossed the lube on the small table next to the bed and rose to his knees. Reaching the edge of the bed, Azrael ran his hands down Real’s chest, lower to his abs, and then traced his fingers over the dark ink of the letters.
The tattooed word was sexy, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over it.
Real fisted his hair at the back of his head and drew his mouth away from his skin. He was pulled upward by that same hand and his mouth was taken in a possessive kiss.
“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” Azrael breathed against Real’s lips, locking his eyes to his.
Something flickered deep in the warrior’s gray gaze and was quickly gone. He would think about that later, but right now, he had other things on his mind.
Hard fingers caught in the band of his briefs and he was divested of them in seconds. Naked, he fell back onto the bed and stretched beneath Real’s gaze.
Did Real think him sexy? Was he attractive enough for this god of a man? They were so very different, and Azrael hadn’t had any previous lovers. Did Real appreciate their size difference? Was the gap in their ages a minus or plus?
His questions went up in vapor when Real moved up the end of the bed and hovered over him.
“Stop talking.”
The words were growled from deep in Real’s throat.
And with a satisfied smile, Azrael did exactly that.
