His muscles rippled and flexed beneath the surface of his skin, just before his adrenaline spiked. The natural inclination of his body to prepare itself for combat was instinctual. That was the easy part. What forced his heart to skip a beat was the lone man in the vacant room. Kellan had never run from anything in his life, but in this moment he wanted to do just that, to turn around and run. Something stopped him from taking that step back. Conviction filled his hesitation, reminding him that he was the first man in his unit to dive into a situation.
His inner debate shuddered to a violent halt when the metal door slid open. It exposed a dimly lit hovel of grimy, hastily stacked crates and a huddled body that scrambled to twist into a smaller target. It stank of urine, blood, and fear. The terrified whimper from the little man tore a hole in Kellan’s rapidly beating heart.
Within his next breath, Kellan stepped inside and froze in the exact same spot he did when the stranger visited him in his dreams. He quickly scanned the filthy space and took that first step forward, hesitating and wary of an unknown source stopping him. His long powerful legs ate up the length of the small hovel before he dropped to his knees in front of the vibrating mass of cocooned filth.
Something broke in Kellan, something so deep and integral to his sanity crumbled from the sight of the tiny man shivering before his massive body.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” the bundle whispered, the voice garbled from the swollen mouth and finger bruised neck.
Kellan’s head dropped to his chest in fury. Tears hovered at the corner of his eyes from the voice of his broken angel. The crushing sensation in his chest left him numb. He was barely able to raise his head when another broken sob echoed into the storage space.
“No one is here to hurt you, angel. I’m here, it’s Kellan.”
He blinked back his tears and hushed the tiny man when he tenderly pulled Theone in his gentle embrace.
“No one will ever hurt you again, I promise you, Theone.”
Theone jerked from the sound of his name whispered. The tension in his body was so brittle.
Kellan feared Theone would snap in two with just a breath. Not knowing how to ease the fear he scented, Kellan merely held him and rocked back and forth, murmuring inconsequential nonsense. It seemed to work. He felt the tension slowly ease from the man’s pencil thin limbs.
“You told me that you would find me and you kept your promise, thank you,” Theone murmured against Kellan’s chest, tears falling against the scratchy surface of his tunic.
Kellan’s brain took a nasty dump on his senses, reeling from finding this man through a dream, considering he’d practically fled into the night on a rescue mission slapped together with duct tape and a prayer. He pulled away to peer down at his bundle.
“I knew you would come for me. I’ve been sending you dreams for so long, I knew you would find me.” Theone hesitantly touched Kellan’s tunic-covered chest with his swollen fingers.
For the first time in his life, Kellan was speechless from Theone’s soft confession. He blinked back his shock and tucked away his scurrying thoughts behind a careful expression. He studied the battered face carefully. Kellan hesitated before he gently pushed away the clump of hair that covered half of Theone’s face. The pouty curve of the man’s mouth stirred Kellan’s dormant cock. He flushed deep from the arousal that shook awake from a forced slumber. Kellan silently cursed, ashamed of his body’s reaction to his ward. Theone was his responsibility now.
Kellan softly gasped when a small delicate hand glided lightly over his chest, taking the time to feel the muscles beneath his tunic. A sweet smile curved around the cracked lips of his ward. The hand journeyed higher, inch by inch, until his fingertips carefully stroked the strength in Kellan’s muscled neck.
Kellan’s eyes briefly closed. He involuntarily shuddered from the soft exploring touch. The sweetest voice fluttered his eyes open.
“You are more than enough.”
Kellan gasped from the soft declaration. He tightened his arms around Theone, careful not to crush the injured hand that cradled between their chests. The simple touch of the stranger unleashed a maelstrom of shivers and awakening desires. He leaned into the questing hand that glided to his whiskered cheek, allowing a low purr to vibrate through his chest. A sweet giggle had Kellan smiling as the little hand stroked him like the cat he was.
“The hair on your face tickles my fingers and your purring is vibrating through me. You must be a handsome man.”
Kellan frowned and angled his head. He stared into the man’s vivid blue eyes, feeling the exploring hand taking the time to learn each dip and hard plane of his face. Kellan’s breath hitched in his chest when the pieces fell into place. The man from his dreams was blind.
“Kellan,” Theone pleaded clawing at his lover’s heavily muscled shoulders, heedless of the scratches that he left behind.
Kellan shivered from the slight pain and husky moan. “I have you, angel. I’m not going anywhere. You are going to be mine for a very long time.” Kellan sealed the vow with a scorching kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to Theone’s mouth.
The wicked strokes and light nips to soothe the sensual assault had Theone gasping and opening his mouth, inviting the hot plunge of a wet strong tongue. He surrendered to the heat that rushed through his body and accepted the deep plunge of tongue and teeth that commanded the kiss. Moaning, Theone tried to keep up with the passionate assault on his senses and body.
He clung to his warrior’s muscled limbs and grinded his stiff prick against the muscled belly that made his cock ache. The pulse in his dick had his head swimming and the tight churning in his balls was almost painful with the need to release. He felt his body splintering apart from the ache and pleasure rolled up in one huge ball of exquisite sensations.
Theone trembled and shouted out in a high-pitched scream when Kellan grazed a dropped fang against his sensitive neck before he gritted his teeth when his cock erupted and painted both their chests. The sticky heat of his cum splattering against his neck and cheek had Theone moaning and grinding his body against Kellan. The need to smear his seed into his lover overrode any embarrassment or awkwardness that he should have felt. He had to mark his warrior and nothing else mattered.
The splash of Theone’s seed hitting his body was more than Kellan could take. His entire body hummed and his cock thickened wider from the blazing arousal that had him panting and growling. The bliss that filled Theone’s beautiful features and the flushed pink glow to his cheeks had Kellan losing control. He silently cursed but fell into the red haze of need and lust.
Kellan leaned back to his knees and took his shaking hands to gently lift Theone’s knees and lay them flush to his slender chest. How he managed to be so gentle when his body screamed to slam his cock into the precious pink hole that quivered from the cool air that brushed against it he didn’t know. The puckered delight had a wet sheen to its entrance. The spicy and delicate scent had Kellan rolling his eyes to the back of his head before he leaned down and lightly brushed his tongue against the tight entrance.
His taste buds exploded from the taste that had his entire being enraptured and drugged to taste again. He lapped at the wet lubrication that leaked from Theone’s aroused and pulsing entrance. Kellan stiffened his tongue and tenderly probed the muscled ring, slipping his hot tongue into the heat that was Theone’s channel. He gave a less than manly mewl, but Kellan continued to lap, suck, and plough the giving entrance.
Theone cried out and grinded his exposed ass into the skilful mouth and tongue that made his insides exploded with the deepest longing and ache. His cock hardened again until it slapped the sensitive skin just below his belly button. The need for Kellan’s cock stretching his tight hole had him begging his lover to fuck him. He arched his back when the thick bluntness of Kellan’s finger probed and slid into his wet tight depths. Theone moaned thrashing his head into the bedcovers.
Kellan pierced the eager hole, wet and giving, and now added his finger as it glided in and out of the pink entrance. He shivered from the sight and scent. Unable to stop, Kellan leaned closer to lap at his finger and the pink hole that stretched across his digit. Theone’s tender yet greedy entrance sucked his finger deeper allowing Kellan to scrape against the hard nut that was his man’s prostate. The loud wail from Theone had Kellan smiling as he sucked and licked the spot that tasted so fucking good that he couldn’t get enough.
He slipped a second finger inside the hot entrance. Kellan’s arousal spiked and his cock was so hard that it was painful. The eager one-eyed shaft demanded to fill the hole meant solely for its ten-inch length. Stroking in and out, Kellan was mesmerised with the sight of his three fingers sinking into the stretching muscle that protected the treasure of Theone’s silken channel. It had him trembling.
“Oh, Goddess, Kellan, shove another finger into me and fuck me good and hard.” Kellan’s eyes popped wide from Theone’s dirty and arousing words. A salacious grin covered his mouth before he obeyed his angel.
Theone cried out humping the four fingers buried in his pulsing ass. He gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw ached. He needed more. He needed his warrior’s huge dick to fuck him stupid.
The sight of Theone begging and the bright flush to his silky skin had Kellan pulling his embedded fingers from the heat that had his balls drawn tight to his body. He tried to take a steady breath and calm the rapture that flowed through him, but it was just a struggle to breathe.
Kellan grabbed his cock and edged his thighs closer to the exposed hole that leaked liquid ambrosia. He traced his bulbous head, swollen, angry, hungry, and red against the quivering entrance. He watched mesmerised when Theone bowed his body and tried to squeeze Kellan’s tip into his pulsing entrance. Kellan growled, his lips curling into a snarl just before he pushed his flared head into the welcoming hole that was his lover’s ass.