HeyTheresFurInMyWeddingCake
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A sexy chuckle drifted past Dalton’s lips. The sound so rich and melodic, it made Russell’s cock jerk in response. Leaning in close, Dalton whispered, “If you have to ask that, then you’re not the guy I thought you were.”
Russell swallowed hard as he scrambled for a witty reply. He’d been with plenty of guys. All of whom had been more experienced and older than Dalton, yet none of them had affected Russell so strongly. How some young, tease managed to turn him on so much when so many others had failed was a mystery. Damn, if Russell cared enough to struggle to come up with an answer either. All that mattered to him was how he was going to get Dalton alone, naked and under him.
Russell scanned the room, looking for some place where they could sneak away. The exit was all the way across the hall, so that was out. Especially since Chris was making a speech inches from the door. The next option was the bathroom, but that was out, too, since too many shifters were coming in and out.
Desperate, Russell finally grabbed Dalton and led him to a small alcove nearby. It was small and taken up by coats, but it would serve their needs adequately enough.
Putting his hand in the center of Dalton’s chest, Russell gave a gentle shove until the Lynx’s back was pressed against a wall. Dalton’s lips parted in shock, his eyes widening in the most endearing way.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Dalton asked, his hands going up to rest on Russell’s shoulders.
“Not when I see something that I want,” Russell growled.
He leaned down and captured Dalton’s lips in a hard, yet sensual kiss. Dalton let out a soft whimper before he became plaint, sagging into Russell. A thrill of possession went through Russell as he wrapped his arms around the younger man, completing holding him in his embrace.
Tearing his lips away, Russell gazed into Dalton’s passion-infused gaze. “How old are you?”
While Dalton looked old enough, Russell was going make damn sure before things went too far. While he may be a professional criminal, there were some depths that not even he would stoop.
“Nineteen,” Dalton replied, his voice thick with arousal. “How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
The impish grin returned to Dalton’s lips. “Wow, you’re old.”
Disappointment slammed into Russell. “Too old for you?”
Dalton shook his head, the smile still firmly in place. “Nah. I’ve always liked it when my guys had a few years on me.”
The plural use of guys made Russell want to snarl in protest. If he had his way, Dalton wouldn’t so much as look at another male again.
“Kiss me again. Please?” Dalton pled as he tilted his lips up invitingly.
That was a request that never would have to be asked twice. Russell lowered his head, their mouths once again meeting. This time he took things slower so he could savor the wild taste of Dalton and how the man’s tongue felt as his slid in to explore.
There were so many things Russell wanted to do that he didn’t know where to start. Various ideas flashed through his head, each one more erotic than the last. He visualized how it would look, to have Dalton kneeling before him, the Lynx’s pink lips stretching as they sucked off Russell’s cock. Next came the fantasy of jerking down Dalton’s pants, just enough so Russell could bend him over and fuck them both into oblivion.
Then Dalton’s body trembled. It wasn’t much, just the tiniest of movements, but it was enough to let Russell know that the younger man wasn’t as experienced as his earlier teasing suggested.
Although it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, Russell pulled back and put a break on the encounter. He still kept Dalton in his arms, however, not willing to give up that comfort.
Dalton swayed, a glazed, shocked expression coming over his eyes. “Why did you stop?”
“Because if I didn’t, I was going to screw you right here and I don’t think your first time should be in a coat closet.” Russell lightly skidded his lips across Dalton’s jaw.
“How do you know it will be my first time?” Dalton gasped.
“Kitten, everything about you screams virgin.”
Dalton nibbled on his bottom lip as he lowered his gaze. “I’m sure if you give me a chance I can catch on quick.”
Regret washed through Russell as he realized he’d inadvertently hurt Daltons’ feelings. Tucking his fingers under Dalton’s chin, Russell made the feline meet his gaze.
“There’s nothing wrong with you being inexperienced. If anything, it makes you even sexier.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“Make no mistake, kitten. We will fuck and I will be your first, but when it happens it’s going to be special, like you deserve.”
Dalton pulled a face. “I’m not some girl who needs coddling.”
Russell laughed. “If you were a girl, then it wouldn’t be an issue because I wouldn’t be interested in you.”
“Then when? Where?”
“How about we—”
“Dalton, what in the hell are you doing?” A sharp voice sliced through the air, cutting Russell off.
“Shit!” Dalton jumped, his eyes growing huge with alarm.
Russell growled in irritation as he turned to face off against the intruder. A tall, thin, dark-haired male stood at the opening of the alcove. He wore the all black coalition uniform and a furious expression.
“Let me guess, you’re Trevor,” Russell drawled.
When Russell made no move to let Dalton go, the Lynx wiggled out of his hold and slid away from the wall. While Dalton didn’t step completely away, Russell still felt a sense of loss.
The intruder lifted the corner of his mouth up in a sneer. “Yes, I’m Trevor and I know who you are, too. What I don’t know is why in the hell you just had your filthy paws all over my charge.”
“Don’t talk about him that way. Besides, you have no right to tell me who I can and can’t be with,” Dalton argued.
“I do when I see you’re about to make a huge mistake,” Trevor countered.
“That’s not fair at all. Especially since Russell helped you out when the slavers had you.”
It stunned Russell that Dalton so readily came to his defense, even though they’d known each other less than an hour.
Trevor gave a slight nod, but the stubborn look on his face remained. “I appreciate him for doing that. It still doesn’t mean that I want him around you.”
“Why don’t you let Dalton make that decision for himself?” Russell interjected.
“Because Dalton’s been through a lot of crap this past year. The last thing he needs is some manipulative bastard to come into his life and mess things up for him,” Trevor snapped.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Dalton chided.
“Maybe not, but he’s right,” Russell admitted, hating himself all the more at that moment. “I’ve done things that would make Satan blush in shame.”
“Oh,” Dalton sighed as he nibbled on his lip.
“Why do you act so taken aback? You told me earlier you knew about my past.”
“True, I’d just hoped that the stories were exaggerated.”
Russell pressed his mouth together as it was he who lowered his gaze. No, the stories hadn’t been exaggerated. He was rotten to the core. Then he glanced up at Dalton and sucked in a breath as he spotted something in the Lynx’s gaze. It was so foreign to Russell that it took him a few moments to recognize it. Even after that, it still took him a few more moments to actually believe that it was being directed at him.
Dalton was giving him what could only be called a hopeful, yet devoted look. Like, while he knew that Russell was crap, Dalton still saw some good.
Trevor reached out, grabbed Dalton by the hand and dragged the younger man to the opening of the alcove. “Come on, let’s get home. Shane will be waiting for us.”
Dalton gave Russell one last regretful glance before he gave a tiny nod. Not that Russell blamed him for his choice. While they had some pretty damn strong chemistry, they’d jus
t met, whereas he’d known and trusted Trevor for much longer. It still didn’t mean the rejection didn’t sting like a bitch.
They started to leave and Russell felt a rush of panic as he realized that he may never see Dalton again. Desperate for that not to happen, Russell rushed forward. “I’ll let you take him tonight, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on him.”
They paused, a look of fury crossing Trevor’s face. Dalton, on the other hand, grinned as his eyes sparkled with amusement.
Slowly turning, Trevor said, “Do you have a death wish or something?”
Truth be told, up until an hour ago, Russell sometimes wondered the same thing himself. Because despite all the money and power, his life had been empty. That was until a certain Lynx wandered into his life and knocked everything on its ass. “Not anymore.”
“Then why in the hell are you being so persistent about this?”
Locking gazes with Dalton, Russell replied, “Because he belongs with me and nothing is going to stop me from claiming him.”
Trevor smirked at him. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He then dragged Dalton away.
As he watched them leave, Russell vowed to himself that no matter what he had to do, even if he had to change everything about himself, he’d somehow prove himself worthy of Dalton. Most of all, he wouldn’t give up until the Lynx was where he belonged—by Russell’s side and under his protection.
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