Without a Trace

by Lynn Hagen

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  Lincoln cracked his eyes open to the beautiful sight of Red lying next to him. His mate was now sleeping in his bed, and Lincoln couldn’t be happier.

  It had been two weeks since Adam had deceived them and had tried to kill Red. Two weeks since Jason had tried to get his revenge. Things finally felt as if they were getting back to normal, with one exception. Lincoln’s new normal was having Red in his arms every night.

  Neither Jason nor Adam had survived that day, and Lincoln hadn’t lost any sleep over it. Not when they’d tried to take his mate away from him.

  Shoving those thoughts aside, Lincoln reached around Red and curled his fingers around the man’s cock. It was the best way to be woken up in Lincoln’s opinion.

  Red seemed to agree, because he came awake with a moan, thrusting his hips forward.

  “Morning, beautiful.” Lincoln kissed Red’s neck. “Have I told you today that I love you?”

  Red chuckled. “I just woke up, you dork.”

  “Mmm. Then I’ll tell you when I’m done with you.” Lincoln squeezed Red’s cock, pulled at the heated flesh, and slid his hand up and down, scraping his thumbnail over the sensitive crown.

  Red made a noise in the back of his throat as he rocked back and forth, fucking Lincoln’s hand. Lincoln placed his other hand at Red’s nape, holding him in place. His hand moved slowly, teasing his mate’s cock. He didn’t want to get Red off so fast. Lincoln wanted Red coming as he fucked his mate into next week.

  “I feel like devouring you this morning.” Lincoln settled on his stomach between Red’s legs before he licked a path up Red’s cock, tasting him, nipping, and playing.

  Red whimpered in protest at Lincoln taking his sweet time, but Lincoln wasn’t going to be rushed. Red’s hand skimmed over Lincoln’s hair as Lincoln licked his way up until the wrinkled sac was at eye level.

  Lincoln flicked his tongue out, lightly bathing the skin, feeling Red jerk underneath him like he’d just been electrocuted. His lungs filled with the musky scent, making Lincoln’s mouth water as a deep need began to build inside him.

  Red tilted his hips and spread his legs, opening himself up to Lincoln even farther. Lincoln’s fingers continued to massage, to explore his mate’s body as his tongue did the same. Lincoln had mercy on Red, licking a long line up the man’s erection before taking the flared head into his mouth.

  “God…your…your mouth is amazing.” Red squirmed, his hips rocking back and forth until Lincoln pressed his hands into the man’s sides, stilling him. That didn’t stop Red from trying to shove his cock all the way down Lincoln’s throat. Relaxing his throat muscles, Lincoln took him all the way down until his nose touched curly hairs before pulling back.

  The room filled with the sultry sounds of Red’s pleasure. The man wasn’t a quiet lover in the least. His shouts echoed in Lincoln’s ears while he took the man all the way into his mouth repeatedly. He felt how close his mate was, his orgasm cresting by the way his balls tightened to his body. Lincoln pulled back, placing a kiss on each side of Red’s inner thighs.

  Red lay there panting, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he licked his lips, his lashes fluttering down as he pulled in a deep breath. Lincoln tapped Red on his hip. “Grab the lube.”

  Without opening his eyes, Red reached under his pillow, snagged the bottle, and then handed it over. They’d left it on the bed after their lovemaking last night.

  Lubing his fingers, Lincoln took Red’s cock back into his mouth while inserting his index finger millimeter by millimeter into his mate’s ass. Lincoln sucked slowly, leisurely, not in a way that would have Red shooting off.

  His goal now was to keep Red in a simmering fire as he stretched him. He could see the guy had a quick trigger.

  Red moved around, his entrance sliding up and down Lincoln’s finger, taking the digit with ease. Lincoln inserted a second finger and then a third, hearing his mate give a gentle hiss. He backed off, taking his time, his mouth moving a hair faster as he tried to take Red’s mind off the burn.

  Lincoln’s body was tight, every bone and muscle in him trying to urge him to claim the man. Glancing up, Lincoln watched the heat in Red’s eyes. They had turned dark, sensual. When Red saw that Lincoln was watching him, his eyelids lowered, becoming heavy with sexuality.

  Unable to stand it any longer, Lincoln moved his hand away, grabbing for the bottle of lube. He reared back, lathering his cock, watching as his mate’s chest began to rise and fall a little faster.

  With a steady hand, Lincoln curled his fingers around his cock and guided the head to the glistening hole then slowly inched into the tightest, hottest space he’d ever imagined could exist. Lincoln had to take a deep breath and still his body. The feeling was incredible. “Good morning.”

  Red’s smile was breathtaking. “Morning, sunshine.”

  Lincoln dropped to one arm, stretching over his mate, careful of his casted arm. Lincoln wanted to resurrect Jason and kill him again for breaking Red’s arm.

  He lodged his cock at the lubed entrance before he gave one hard thrust, burying his steel-hard erection to the hilt as Red cried out. Lincoln’s body arched, tight, tense as he fought for control, fought for breath.

  He growled fiercely, fighting the animalistic side that was buried right under the skin. Lincoln didn’t move, didn’t dare to as he slammed his eyes closed, concentrating, beating back his tiger. His teeth were grinding together, his body coated in a fine layer of sweat.

  In the blink of an eye, Red had his legs wrapped around Lincoln’s waist and was pulling him closer, riding his cock as best he could with the use of one arm. He wrapped his hand behind Lincoln’s neck, eyes narrowing. “What are you waiting for, a written invitation?”

  Planting a hand on either side of Red’s head, Lincoln smirked at the comment. This only seemed to turn Red on, spurring him to yank Lincoln down for a hard, biting kiss. Lincoln thrust inside the depths of Red’s body, growling out his pleasure on every stroke.

  Lincoln rocked his hips, his mate so tight and hot around his cock that he was barely holding on to his control. The muscles gripped him like a slick, velvety fist, Red bowing his back, taking Lincoln’s cock deeper.

  Sweet mercy, the guy was so breathtaking. Lincoln snarled, his body moving powerfully, driving his shaft into the mind-numbing heat.

  “Fuck me, baby!” Red tossed beneath him, his lips parting as he held on to Lincoln. “Don’t stop. God, this feels so damn good.”

  Lincoln nipped Red’s smoothly shaven chin before his eyes rose, taking in the dazed look on the man’s face. “I don’t plan on stopping, sweetheart. Not anytime soon.”

  He slid nearly free of Red’s body, his teeth clenching, the sweat growing thicker as he slid back into the tight depth once again. Red’s muscles clenched, milking Lincoln’s erection, his sanity, his control.

  Red pulled Lincoln closer, sucking at his neck, nipping his sensitive skin with his blunt teeth. “You can’t do that if you expect me to keep my wits about me,” Lincoln said.

  A light laugh rumbled through Red. “Somehow I know you have tremendous control.”

  Lincoln’s plan had been to take Red to the edge of madness, making him teeter there. But it seemed it was Lincoln who was looking down into the abyss. The man’s body nearly had Lincoln going out of his mind.

  Red tossed his head, his cries of pleasure electrified. His body was slick with sweat as Lincoln drove his cock harder, deeper, savoring every delicious groan that escaped Red’s lips.

  His mate’s cock bobbed freely, teasing Lincoln before he finally gave in, pulling a hand back to wrap around the heated flesh. His fingers still held lube, and Lincoln used it to stroke Red’s cock. The man’s hips bucked, his ass clenching tightly around Lincoln’s shaft in a viselike grip.

  Not only was Red close but so was Lincoln. His balls were drawn tightly to his body, aching for release. Red panted and whimpered, moving like a serpent as he tried to come. Lincoln doubled his efforts, his hand
pumping quickly before Red cried out, cum shooting from the tip of his cock. The combination of his ass pulsing and the scent of his release sent Lincoln falling forward, his climax erupting as he howled.

  His hips jerked against Red, his rumbling growls vibrating in his chest as he breathed in harshly, burying his face in his mate’s neck.

  Lincoln would gladly wake like this every morning. Gladly do anything to keep Red next to him. For a month his mate had avoided him, had tried to keep up the pretense to the world that he was dead.

  But Red was too full of life to stay hidden, and he’d burrowed his way into Lincoln’s heart, right where he belonged.

  THE END

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