Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He moved in tandem with one arm hooked around Scar’s back and the other tangled in his hair. Not yanking, just anchoring, as he licked a long path beneath Scar’s ear.
Scar went rigid at the touch, as if he’d found the switch that turned him from disciplined to ravenous. Felt it in the way Scar’s tongue pressed in deeper and how he ground his hips harder.
I don’t know what to do!
He wished he did. He wanted to know how to make Scar’s control keep slipping, what the next level was after this.
So he did what he’d been doing all this time…he learned.
He let Scar’s kisses, his hands, and body teach him.
Gage broke the kiss enough to breathe, their foreheads hovering close.
The air between them was electric and charged.
Scar groaned, his chest rising and falling, trembling as if he were struggling to keep his discipline on a tight leash.
“You’re being careful.” He touched Scar’s cheek. “You don’t have to.”
Scar turned his head and brushed his lips along his palm. “Yeah, I do. I want you so bad it scares me.”
He kissed Scar again, slowly but with more heat, letting him feel he wasn’t flinching away from him, wasn’t repulsed by the anger or violence underneath his skin.
He gripped Scar’s wrist and pushed his hand lower, lower, until it was inside the waistband of his sweats.
Please.
“Fuck, Gage.”
He urged Scar’s hand farther still, until it brushed the base of his cock.
The first touch of Scar’s hot skin on him sent a jolt up his spine.
He arched his back as a cry of pleasure tried to push past his clenched teeth.
The roughness of Scar’s hand was crazy stimulating, but his touch was gentle as he stroked him lazily, stoking a fire that was already burning.
Gage spread his legs wider in invitation and a plea for more.
Scar took the hint, licking along his neck, leaving searing wet trails drawn out enough to be cruel.
The combination of Scar’s mouth and touch was too much, and his moans became louder and more desperate until he was too aware of his own skin, breath, pulse, of how badly he needed.
Scar began to jerk him with more urgency as he ground his own cock against Gage’s thigh.
“Your dick is fuckin’ perfect in my hand.” Scar groaned, squeezing him just right.
Oh my—.
He realized he liked Scar’s dirty talk and curses. The crudeness should’ve shocked him in a sinful way, but instead it made his hips rise toward it as he used his mouth to coax out more.
The pressure in his balls increased until he was so close.
A sensation was building like a tsunami, stronger than anything he’d ever felt before.
Scar was reading his body like his favorite book as he brushed his calloused thumb over the head of his cock then pushed his nail against the slit.
A thrill hit the base of his spine. So powerful he thought it’d break him apart.
He came almost too hard, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him, so forceful he had to bite down on Scar’s shoulder to stifle his yelling.
He barely registered Scar’s last deep thrust, the intense shudder and long, bass-filled groan he released into his mouth before he collapsed all his weight on him.
They lay there for a long moment as their breathing slowed to normal, kissing with lazy open-mouthed panting.
He wanted to stay like this always, so he’d never lose what he’d just found and experienced for the first time.
“Tell me you choose me, and only me. Not him,” Scar managed around his gasping for air.
After what they’d just done, did Scar really think…?
“I’ve never lain beneath anyone. Never even considered it.” Gage cupped Scar’s jaw firmly. “No one…except you.”
“Gage.” Scar shook his head. “I know…but you deserve better than me.”
“You let me choose what I deserve,” he said sternly.
He held Scar tightly enough to feel his heart pounding against his own.
Too soon, the sounds around him came back into focus, and reality crept in with its harsh reminder that the world was not made of just the two of them.
They had a job to do— missions, purpose, and a vow of brotherhood to uphold.
When they finally pulled apart, nothing about Gage was the same, or how he felt about Scar.
What his partner ignited inside him was only the beginning of who and what they were going to be to each other.
White Ravens
Gage
The Whites’ training arena was designed specifically for them, for a different kind of fight.
The floor had a subtle give, layered with material engineered to announce impact. The air had an ozone-clean scent he didn’t mind and the ceiling grid tracked his every step, calibrating distance as it learned his habits.
The room was segmented and could be reconfigured on command. Panels could rise for cover, drop into pits, or flatten into open space. Simulated targets lived inside the walls until it was time for them to present as threats.