by Lynn Hagen
Salvador’s fingers tightened on Omar’s nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. The pleasure of his mate’s hands racked Omar’s body, making him tremble with need as his tongue snaked out, licking a path from one side of Salvador’s neck to the other.
Omar’s hands glided up Salvador’s arms, circling around his mate’s wrists, applying the lightest of pressure as he pressed his chest harder into Salvador’s hands. Salvador bucked underneath him, the black in his eyes bleeding out until they were nothing but two obsidian orbs. Salvador was watching Omar’s face with enchantment.
It was the most beautiful thing Omar had ever seen.
He shifted his weight, pressing his body down until he could nuzzle Salvador’s neck, and then leaned back, pulling Salvador’s shirt free from his body. Omar needed raw, naked skin. His flesh needed flesh. Omar rubbed their chests together, feeling the sensual and hard body beneath him.
“Are you rubbing your scent all over me, marking me?” Salvador asked, this time humor floating around his words as his eyes gleamed with pleasure.
Omar hadn’t realized what he’d been doing. Now that he thought about it, he’d never rubbed all over another man before. It had always been a quick fuck and a good time—except when he was blackmailed by that detective—but he’d never rubbed all over anyone before.
“Maybe I am.” Omar glanced down at the tanned and gleaming chest. It was lean, strong, and damn near perfect. He loved the sculpted way Salvador was formed.
The man was utterly perfect.
His hands ran over the bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way. “Maybe I am,” he repeated more slowly this time.
Glancing down Salvador’s body, just above where Omar was sitting, he saw the outline of Salvador’s erection. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. Omar released the snap on Salvador’s pants, pulling the zipper down until he saw the moist head of Salvador’s cock peeking out.
The vampire’s tongue licked at Omar’s nipple, his lips nibbling sporadically. Omar gasped, his head arching back as that rough, rasping tongue stroked over Omar’s heated flesh. Oh, that was good. Real good. Hot, with a gentle abrasion that had Omar panting as Salvador moved slowly to the other nipple.
He glanced down at his mate, staring into the deep pools of black as he snaked his hand into Salvador’s jeans and massaged the heated flesh. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Omar’s fingers.
Lifting his hand to his mouth, Omar sucked his fingers in, the taste rolling over his taste buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Salvador’s pants, chasing the material down Salvador’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.
Salvador lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to Omar’s appreciative eyes. Omar saw deep scars on Salvador’s thighs, but didn’t say a word. It made the man no less attractive in his eyes, although Omar wondered where he had gotten the scars from. He drank the man in as he pushed Salvador’s thighs apart. Salvador didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing Omar had ever seen. A male’s body was such a sculpted piece of art to Omar, so perfect, so exotic. He found himself wanting to rub his scent over Salvador again.
The urge was strong, compelling him to lean forward until his stomach was touching Salvador’s erection. He rubbed his body over Salvador’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.
“Marking me again?” Salvador asked, his voice wrapped around Omar, touching him in the wickedest of places. Omar grinned as he pushed his body down the length of Salvador until his head was even with Salvador’s weeping cock.
“I don’t understand the compulsion.”
“It is the need to be close to your mate,” Salvador answered as his hands wandered down Omar’s sides, resting on his hips. He knew what Salvador was talking about. There was a pull that was almost maddening in his mind. Omar wanted to sink deep into the man’s soul and never come out.
It was a need so strong that Omar let it wash over him and carry him under.
He needed to taste Salvador.
Omar licked a path to Salvador’s cock. He nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Salvador’s pre-cum. As he swallowed, Omar felt a large hand on his head and looked up to see Salvador gazing down at him. Not only were the man’s eyes filled with hunger, but to Omar’s amazement, they were filled with love as well.
Salvador loved him.
The strange scent in the air was wild, untamed, and pulled at Omar’s heart. He had gone from disliking vampires and hating humans to knowing in the depths of his soul that he loved Salvador and Freedman.
“You are a beautiful creature,” Salvador said as he brushed his knuckles over Omar’s cheeks. “Suck me, meu destino.”
Salvador’s fingers caressed Omar’s jaw, almost begging Omar to show Salvador just what he could do with his lips. Omar leaned forward, engulfing Salvador’s cock into his mouth. Salvador groaned out his pleasure as Omar swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Omar laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Salvador’s desires.
“So perfect,” Salvador hissed as he pulled his finger free, placing his hand back onto the floor. Omar cupped the back of Salvador’s knees, pushing the man’s legs back as he worked his mouth over Salvador’s cock. His jeans became too tight, too confining, and Omar wanted to stop to pull them off, but wouldn’t let the cock slip free long enough to get the jeans free.
Salvador pushed his legs back, wrapping them around Omar’s shoulders, pulling him closer as his fingers dug deeper into the carpet. Omar’s chin brushed over Salvador’s sac and felt that it was drawn close to Salvador’s body. Reaching around his mate, Omar played at Salvador’s hole, pressing his fingers against the throbbing muscle, but not entering.
“Only for you,” Salvador whispered as his legs tightened around Omar’s shoulders in a death grip. “Only for you, little warrior.”
Omar reached his hand up, coating his fingers with his saliva before placing them back at Salvador’s entrance, pushing three fingers deep into Salvador’s tight body. Salvador shouted, and his hips bucked, pushing his cock to the back of Omar’s mouth as hot seed spilt down Omar’s throat. He drank it like a dying man, pulling every last drop from Salvador’s thick cock.
Omar let Salvador’s dick slide from between his lips as he leaned back, pushing his pants down his legs, and then kicked them off. “Lube?”
Salvador didn’t move for a moment, his breathing heavy, and then he pointed toward the bed. Omar got up from the floor and saw the tube lying on top of the cover. He grabbed the lube and then coated his painfully straining erection. Omar was so hard and ready that he feared he would come just from lathering his cock.
The ancient vampire was allowing Omar to fuck him. It was something Omar had never expected. The thought had his head spinning as he tossed the bottle of lube aside and rejoined his mate.
The head of his cock touched Salvador’s sensitive hole, but Omar didn’t push forward. Not yet. He watched his mate in fascination as a shudder ran over Salvador, making his body tremble slightly. Omar could see that Salvador’s eyes hadn’t returned to normal. If anything, they had turned darker.
Omar drew in a shuttering breath, telling himself over and over again to gain control of his body. He was so damn close already.
Salvador’s eyes sparkled like dark gems behind the glaze, telling Omar what Salvador truly wanted. Omar leaned forward, placing his hands on Salvador’s chest, his cock brushing along Salvador’s crease as he ran his tongue over his mate’s parted lips. Omar reached up and touched Salvador’s moist lips, the pads of his fingers running along the smooth and soft skin.
Salvador nipped at his fingers.
Omar’s cock pressed against his mat
e’s entrance. Salvador’s eyes rolled upward, his hips pressing down onto Omar’s cock.
Omar didn’t move, allowing Salvador to take control.
He may be fucking the ancient vampire, but Omar had no doubt who was the one in charge. Omar didn’t mind. He liked having Salvador still in charge.
But hell if the man didn’t feel good wrapped around his dick. All he could do was shudder and close his eyes when he felt his cock enter the tight, wet heat. It was Omar who cried out, his arms shaking as he placed his hands on Salvador’s bent knees. He was overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside his mate and the look of pure ecstasy on Salvador’s face.
“You are such a tender lover,” Salvador said as he hitched his hips higher.
Omar’s was fighting not to plunge deep inside Salvador. He could feel his beast rising, trying to take over, but Omar refused to allow this to happen. And then Omar almost lost his mind when Salvador clenched his inner muscles, encasing Omar’s cock in a tight viselike grip.
“As much as I appreciate the care you are exhibiting, I want you to move, Omar.”
When he felt his cock bottom out, Omar was damn sure he was going to lose his mind. There was no other way to describe the growing madness inside of him. Omar began to move inside Salvador once his cock was completely buried, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.
“Faster, meu amor.”
Omar quickened his movements and soon he was fucking Salvador with passion, ramming his cock hard and deep into his lover’s ass. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Omar could die this second and know that he had visited heaven already.
Salvador began to slide back up Omar’s cock, the grip like an iron fist as Omar’s body trembled. He growled gently, looking down to where their bodies joined together, watching his cock reappear from Salvador’s giving flesh.
Salvador snarled, letting Omar know that even though he was on the bottom, he was still topping. His legs lifted to wrap around Omar’s hips, locking him into place as Omar slammed his cock into Salvador’s ass harder.
Salvador’s fangs gleamed as his head rolled from side to side, his back arching as Salvador let out a throaty groan. The muscles in Omar’s thighs grew tight as he watched the beautiful sight beneath him. His fingers traced over Salvador’s sharp teeth, touching each point as he rocked his cock in and out of Salvador’s body.
Omar wanted to bite, the need so intense that his gums ached. “I need to bite you,” Salvador grunted as his hands curled into fists, the knuckles turning a ghostly white from the strain. Omar leaned forward, pressing his chest into Salvador’s thick calves. The dark hair that decorated Salvador’s legs scrubbed along Omar’s chest as he tilted his head, exposing his neck to his vampire mate, knowing what Salvador wanted, needed.
Salvador’s hands left the floor as he grabbed Omar’s hair, pulling it hard as his teeth sank into Omar’s neck. An explosion rocketed through Omar’s body, the sensation racing down his arms and then scattered to the four corners. His mind was fragmenting as he shoved his cock into Salvador’s ass, his seed forcefully being pulled from his body. Omar cried out, his teeth hurting so badly with the need to bite, to claim his mate, that it damn near drove him crazy.
Salvador sucked at Omar’s neck, sending shock waves through his body. He had heard that a vampire’s bite was like nothing ever felt before, but Omar was relieved to know he wouldn’t become addicted to the man. That was not something he wanted.
Omar’s legs quivered as his back stiffened, giving Salvador room by tilting his head farther to the side.
His mate licked the wound and then touched Omar’s face with his fingers. “Claim me.”
Omar didn’t hesitate. He sank his canines deep into Salvador’s shoulder, his hips curling as his cock plunged in and out of the man’s ass. Omar felt a primal growl building in his throat as he claimed his mate. It was a powerful feeling and one he had never felt before.
It shocked him.
Salvador arched his back, letting out a guttural sound as his seed splashed between them. Omar kept going. He wasn’t finished with his mate. He wanted to possess, to take over, and to rule Salvador.
“Retract your canines,” Salvador commanded in a gentle tone. “You are feeling the effects of my blood. You must let go before you go mad.”
Omar pulled away, feeling his eyes glow as he licked the blood from his lips, wanting more.
Salvador grabbed his chin, yanking Omar’s head down. As he stared into his mate’s eyes, Omar felt the drugging feeling gradually fade. Giving his hips a few more plunges, Omar held tight to Salvador’s hands as he came unglued. He was frozen in time and space as he found his pleasure, and felt his body emptying as endless spurts of cum filled Salvador’s ass.
Omar was exhausted as he pulled his cock free and curled on the floor next to Salvador. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but at the moment, he didn’t care.
All that mattered to him was feeling Salvador’s arms wrap around him and being pulled close. The strength and safe feeling were enough for Omar to relax and let the tiny aftershocks settle him into sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
“We still need to head to the labs,” Rick said as he paced the room, fury etched in fine lines around his eyes and mouth.
“What if they are waiting for us?” Benito asked.
The man had a point. Freedman never wanted to know what it was like to be locked up again. He thought he was going to die protecting Omar. Although Freedman knew he would have done so, it was not something he ever wanted to experience again.
“We’ve managed to destroy all existing detention centers. As far as we know, the two labs are the last remaining places changelings are being experimented on. If we take them down, then it will be a victory on our side,” Rick said. “I’m pretty damn sure the labs aren’t as well protected as the detention center was.”
“Let’s just remember to get some new uniforms. This one is beginning to chafe my ass,” Dorian said as he plucked at the material. “What I wouldn’t give for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.”
Freedman chuckled. “I think we are all sick of wearing them.” Freedman was no longer in the military. Although a small part of him would mourn the day when he took it off for the last time. It had been an integral part of who he was. If they won the war—no, when they won the war—he just might be pardoned of all charges.
But would Freedman still want to be a part of the military? That was a question he didn’t have a ready answer for.
“We can split into two teams and get the job done faster,” Rick said, pulling Freedman from his deep thoughts. “Let’s hope the labs are right next to one another. If we hit them at the same time, we should catch the humans off guard.”
“I don’t like the idea of splitting up.” Freedman voiced his opinion. “Separating makes us more vulnerable.”
Rick shifted to his other leg, placing his hands on his hips, weariness in his eyes. “The only true shot we have of bringing both labs down is to hit them simultaneously.”
“What about other Rebellions?” Miguel asked and Freedman knew the answer before Rick said it out loud.
“We were betrayed by a sympathizer. I don’t want to chance that with something this important. We’ll head down together and then split up when we are close to the labs.”
Freedman didn’t like going in blind, but knew they had no choice. There was no way there were going to find blueprints on the two labs. He just prayed like hell they didn’t find changelings tortured and mutilated.
“Does everyone agree to go?” Rick asked. “Trust me, after what just happened to us, I would fully understand if any of you wanted to stay behind or head to a safe location.”
“We’ve come this far,” Nate replied as he leaned his back against the wall. “Why back out now?”
“I’m in,” both Miguel and Benito said.
Freedman saw Rick glance over at Selene.
“Don’t even try it, alpha. Ju
st because they used me against you doesn’t mean I’m going to go running and hiding.” Her voice was filled with offense, and Freedman wondered if Rick was about to get his ass chewed off. “If you start treating me like a defenseless female…” Selene trailed off, but everyone in the room got the gist of what she was saying.
“Never.” Rick winked at her.
“Stop flirting with my mate.” Sasha growled.
“Oh, you mean like when you were flirting with Dorian?” Rick asked and Freedman winced. The next thing he knew, Selene was smacking Sasha on the back of his head. Sasha narrowed his eyes at Rick.
“Payback,” Rick said with a chuckle.
Dorian rolled his eyes but didn’t say a word.
“Everyone, pack up. We’ll travel through the night, find someplace to rest when we get close, and then hit them when it’s full dark.” Rick walked from the room, Dorian close behind. Freedman glanced at the others and could see the tiredness in their eyes. They were all sick as fuck of this war. It was no hidden secret.
“I guess we’re heading out,” Freedman finally said as he exited the living room. Never in his life had he ridden so much, and he was tired of seeing the inside of a vehicle and the long road that always seemed to be stretched out before them.
Freedman would be glad as hell when he could finally kick his feet up and not have to constantly look over his shoulder. What he wouldn’t give to settle down with Omar and Salvador, although Freedman wasn’t really sure where they would be settling.
Did Salvador plan on taking them back to his home in Brazil? Would Freedman go? He wasn’t really sure what he would do as he headed toward the bedrooms on the second floor. It was too soon to ponder over the decision anyway. He would leave it for later.
Freedman smiled when he heard Omar’s laughter. It wasn’t often he saw the man smile, but to hear his mate laughing made Freedman’s heart lighter. He opened the bedroom door to see Omar sitting on the bed and Salvador in the middle of getting dressed. Well damn, what had he missed?