Any second now, he kept expecting the man holding on to him to squeeze his fingers just a little tighter around Kevin’s throat, to choke him out and be done with it. Kevin didn’t realize he was crying until several seconds went by and he was still able to breathe. He couldn’t figure any of this out, other than how many seconds he had left before he was snuffed out from this world.
Except, he still wasn’t being choked to death. The giant man just kept right on looking at him, staring at him, actually.
“Uh, hey, Alistair?”
Kevin almost completely forgot there were people behind him, that the men who’d kidnapped him were still in his cell with this new guy.
The new guy, Alistair, was still staring at him, as if he hadn’t seen anything quite like Kevin in his entire life.
The man could probably feel Kevin’s pulse in his neck still hammering away, but he was just looking at him.
Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe it meant the guy didn’t want to kill Kevin and there was still a chance he could get out of this with his life.
“I’m not a witch. I’m not whatever your friends said about me. This is a mistake. Please don’t kill me.”
“Why are your eyes like that?”
Kevin blinked. Now, he was really starting to freak out. “I was born with it.”
“One eye gold and the other blue? Just like that?”
Kevin didn’t understand what the big deal was. Sure, there were people who liked his eyes. He’d gotten dates because of it, but if this man was going to hesitate on killing him because he thought Kevin’s eyes were interesting, then Kevin was going to use that to his advantage.
“Yeah, just like that. I’m not a witch. I didn’t do it to myself. I was born with it.”
The man continued to look at him, the hand around Kevin’s neck not so threatening any more, as it was no longer holding on quite so tightly.
But it was still a threat.
Alistair wasn’t glaring anymore, so that was something. His expression seemed a little more relaxed as he leaned in and, unexpectedly, ran his tongue across Kevin’s throat.
Kevin shivered hard, and he moaned without meaning to. The rush of pleasure was sudden and completely unexpected. The touch of that warm, wet tongue on his skin was unlike anything Kevin had ever felt before in his entire life, and not only did his nipple harden but so did his cock.
The men behind them spoke up one more time. “Alistair? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, what are you doing?”
Kevin couldn’t look away from the other man now. He felt his feet touching the ground as Alistair put him down, and while his hand was no longer gripping Kevin’s neck, his fingers remained on Kevin’s skin.
The touch burned when it hadn’t before. Or maybe it had and this was the first time Kevin had noticed it. He was transfixed, and he couldn’t stop looking up at the other man.
What the hell had that been? Why did this man look so familiar?
“Do I…do I know you?”
Alistair’s hand was still on him, gently resting on Kevin’s shoulder, his fingers touching Kevin’s throat. He looked as if he should have rough, callused fingers, but he didn’t. The man’s hands were scarred, as though by fire, but the touch of his fingers was soft and comforting. They brought out a shivery feeling of pleasure now that Kevin didn’t think this man was going to kill him. He wanted to be touched by him more.
Kevin found himself leaning forward. He wanted more of that touch. He couldn’t look away from those eyes either.
They were sucking him in, intoxicating him, lulling him.
One of the men behind Alistair roughly grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him around. His expression was grim as he glared at Kevin, taking his friend by the shoulders. “What’s wrong with you? Snap out of it! He’s casting a spell on you!”
Kevin tensed. “What? No I’m not!” He was getting angry now. “Will you stop it with the witch thing? You all kidnapped me!”
“Did they do that to your face?”
Kevin blinked. “What?”
Alistair reached out, the backs of his fingers gently touching Kevin’s face, right on the spot where it hurt the most.
“Sorry,” Alistair said when he flinched.
Kevin didn’t even know how bad he looked. He was suddenly self-conscious of that, of how horrible and disfigured he must look while he was in the middle of making googly eyes at one of the men who had kidnapped him. Well, Alistair hadn’t been there for his kidnapping, but he had said he’d wanted to kill him.
“They did that, didn’t they?” Alistair made a low, menacing growling noise as he turned toward his friends.
“For the sake of the Gods, Alistair. We’re your friends, your brothers! He’s casting a spell on you.”
“No I’m not!” Kevin said.
He had no clue what was going on, other than the fact that it was Alistair who seemed to be the one most interested in protecting Kevin from these people, in keeping them from hurting him. Kevin reached for Alistair’s hand and clutched it tight. He didn’t care how fucked up this was. If Alistair was his only hope, then Kevin was going to do anything and everything in his power to stay on the man’s good side.
“Please don’t let them kill me. I have parents. I want to be able to see them again. I just graduated college. I don’t want to die.”
“I won’t let them touch you,” Alistair growled, stepping completely between Kevin and the men who had taken him.
Kevin didn’t question it. He put his hands on Alistair’s back, clutching at the man’s leather jacket, desperate to keep Alistair with him, to not let the man go.
Alistair pulled his fingers free from Kevin’s hole. He quickly stroked some of the lubricant over his heavy cock, shuddering when the pleasure of that touch brought him ever closer to orgasm, but then he was pressing the head of his swollen cock against Kevin’s asshole and pushing inside.
The pressure was there, the resistance natural, but for a few seconds, Alistair feared he might not have done enough to give his mate just what he needed, to accept Alistair’s cock into his body.
Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth, but he didn’t ask Alistair to slow down or stop, so Alistair didn’t.
Alistair breathed a sigh of relief when Kevin’s body suddenly loosened to accommodate him and Alistair, almost without warning, popped through the ring of muscle.
He sighed. His entire body itched and quaked, eager to move, desperate to thrust inside hard and get it over with, to fuck and claim.
No, this was different than what he was used to, and Alistair remembered just in time that he needed to wait another moment before his mate would be perfectly ready, before his body would be able to accept the intrusion inside him.
Kevin’s body seemed to melt a little. The smaller man mewled, hips pumping, body squirming. “Fuck…I can’t…right now, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
“I won’t make you wait ever again.” Alistair pressed his hands down flat on either side of Kevin’s head as he started canting his hips forward and back. The motion was hard and rough from the start. Alistair wanted this to be slow and steady. He’d dreamed of this for centuries, the fantasy of having his mate back and making slow love to her.
That wasn’t how this was going to play out, and Alistair could hope only that Kevin would forgive him for being so fast and rough.
Though he didn’t seem to be getting any complaints.
Kevin threw his head back, his arm coming up over his eyes while he wailed broken noises of pleasure while the man’s cock bounced up and down on his flat stomach.
Alistair didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He pumped his hips hard and fast until he heard a harsh smacking noise in the air and realized it was the sound of his hips smacking hard against Kevin’s ass as he fucked into him.
“Oh God, keep…keep doing that,” Kevin begged. “Just like that. Yeah.”
“Whatever you want,” Alistair said, canting his hips forward harder, holding his cock in place when he was all the way inside so that his mate could feel the head of Alistair’s cock lingering against his prostate.
It had the desired effect Alistair was looking for as his mate moaned and thrashed beneath him. Alistair pressed his hand to Kevin’s chest, keeping him still, feeling the heavy thudding of his heartbeat against his palm.
“You’re going to jump out of your skin if you keep doing that.”
Kevin didn’t reply. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned again, throwing his head back as his mouth dropped open with a heavy gasp.
His exposed throat was too much for Alistair to resist as he leaned down and pressed his tongue along the length of flesh. Just as he felt it with his palm on Kevin’s chest, Alistair felt the hard thudding of Kevin’s heartbeat against his tongue.
He tasted warm and sweet. It was the same as when Alistair had licked him downstairs in the dungeons. He’d been so curious down there, and now that he was licking him again, licking and sucking on that smooth skin, the taste hadn’t changed.
Alistair had feared he’d forgotten the taste. He almost had, but now, now he was going to make sure he never forgot what that taste was, that he never lost the sensation of that sweetness on his tongue.
Kevin opened his eyes, still panting and puffing for breath as he looked into Alistair’s face. “T-touch me, please touch me.”
Alistair stopped licking and nodded. He took Kevin’s cock in hand, holding it as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to touch another man’s cock. It felt natural. It felt right.
As Alistair thrust and fucked inside his lover, it took him a couple of strokes before he was able to get into the proper rhythm he was looking for. He let his hand slide up and down the length of Kevin’s cock, pumping the man’s prick in time with his thrusts.
This was something he was able to do. It wasn’t as if Alistair had never had a dick in his hand before, but the difference was that it had always been his own.
Kevin didn’t seem to mind as he moaned and pumped his hips harder against Alistair’s fist, pushing his ass down onto Alistair’s cock while thrusting his prick into Alistair’s fist.
The scent of musk was heavy in the air and intoxicating. The lion inside Alistair roared at the wet sounds, the noises his mate made as he bounced on Alistair’s cock, and the way his bed squeaked as he fucked hard and heavy on it.
The intensity of the pleasure was too much. It built up inside him, and there was nowhere for it to go but out as Alistair leaned over his mate. He took Kevin by the wrists and yanked them over his head, holding them in place as Alistair groaned and pressed his lips to Kevin’s.
Kevin gasped, his mouth opening somewhat, but Alistair didn’t push his tongue inside. He wanted to keep tasting these lips. He wanted to memorize them and never forget what they felt like. They were a little rougher than he recalled them being, but that was part of the excitement of kissing his mate now. Alistair got to learn so many new things about him.
Kevin moaned against Alistair’s lips. He struggled and squirmed under the weight of Alistair’s body, and Alistair felt the hard shaft of Kevin’s cock trapped between their bellies, right before Kevin came with a hard yell against Alistair’s mouth.