He bit his lip and stepped into the shadows. After a couple of minutes, the hall cleared. When no one was watching, at least anyone with eyes, he turned and backtracked his route.
He clung to the outer wall, hoping to avoid people while searching for his chance. He lowered his head and moved away from the crowds.
His hand shook as it rested on the black bag pressed against his hip. Right now no one was looking at it, but if he kept shaking or lurking, someone would notice. Knowing what was inside made his hair stand up. The amount of explosives tucked inside wouldn’t send him to jail. No, he wouldn’t be that lucky. They’d shoot him before he uttered a word. There wasn’t enough explosives inside the bag to destroy the complex. That wasn’t his intention. He wasn’t a murderer. No, that wasn’t true. His inventions had killed, but killing everyone here wasn’t on his to do list. Still, to avoid the death of trillions of people, he needed to destroy the damn weapon.
He lowered his head in shame. There was no excuse and no redemption. Blowing up the machine wasn’t enough because bloodstained hands could never be cleaned.
Even as a captive, he had a choice. They forced him to work by depriving food and making his life a living hell, but that didn’t mean he had to cooperate. He could’ve looked into food replicators. There were so many non-deadly things to explore. But that was the past and there was no going back. His life wasn’t worth the weapon he’d created. As the Axel Tech Group headed toward universe domination, he needed to focus on stopping them. After all, this was his fault. Now he needed to fix it before it was too late.
The elevator opened, but with his head bowed in shame, Eli couldn’t avoid the collision as a wall of steel stepped in front of him. He fell backward and cradled the bag into his stomach as he landed onto his ass. He hissed in pain. Now more than ever, he wished for a little more butt padding. When he looked up, dark brown eyes bore into him. The gaze sent a shiver down his spine. He opened his mouth to apologize, but froze. Wild, dark, untamed hair fell to the man’s shoulders. The warrior pushed back the unruly hair with large powerful hands that could snap him in two or make his body purr with need. Muscles bulged from underneath a sinfully tight leather shirt that clung like a second skin to the godlike body in front of him. Eli’s tongue moistened his lips as he imagined licking every inch of the warrior’s dark, tanned skin.
A growl spurred his cock to life. The husky sound belonged within his lust-filled erotic dreams. He craved this man. Yearned for his touches. It took every ounce of willpower to stop from crawling over on hands and knees to pull down the warrior’s pants and lick his cock. He blinked at the strong reaction. Sex was great, but he’d never been slutty. His skin tingled with need as every nerve ending begged to be touched. Before he could stop himself, he inched closer.
“Apologize,” a gruff voice ordered, adding to the sexual fantasies stirring inside of Eli. That voice threatened to turn him into wanton goo.
Eli stiffened. This wasn’t him. He didn’t roll over and spread his legs for the first handsome man that crossed his path.
“Stop growling and help me up.” He reached out a hand and the warrior grabbed it. The moment their skin touched a spark tingled between them and then he knew. His eyes widened and he took in a deep breath as the truth hit him like a colliding spaceship. This man was his mate. The warrior sniffed the air. He squeezed Eli’s hand as a look of recognition and surprise flashed over the warrior’s face before he forced on a mask of indifference. Eli had no doubt that they’d reach the same conclusion. This wasn’t good. Instead of rushing into his mate’s arms, he forced all sights of his discovery away. But he couldn’t stop the hardness forming between his legs or the burning in his body as it prepared to mate.
A large, powerful arm yanked him to his feet. Guards entered the lobby. They scanned the area. Eli’s heart pounded in his chest. Without thinking, he pushed the warrior into the elevator. The doors closed, leaving them alone in the small box.
“What the hell?” the warrior asked. He looked down at Eli’s hands resting on his hard chest. Suddenly the space shrunk as the sexual tension buzzed between them.
“Hey, I’m Eli.” Hopefully, the slight squeak in his voice was considered his normal tone. Right now, he didn’t know which was worse, a non-masculine voice or an overeager tone that made him look like a slut. Either way, he was screwed, just not literally, which was a shame.
Eli couldn’t believe the boldness behind his actions. He had never been this forward or demanding. But the attraction sizzled between them and he couldn’t ignore it. Every touch left him wanting more. The kisses didn’t stop, but they stopped moving. The bedroom was too far away and they weren’t going to make it.
He tore at the warrior’s clothes as their tongues continued to explore. Cold air danced across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Fingers pinched at his nipples and he hissed. Jonan pulled his mouth away and licked down this chest. Teeth kissed and licked the sensitive nubs. He lifted his leg and rubbed it down Jonan’s leg. The warrior grabbed it and brought him closer, trapping his erection between their bodies. The rough fabric against his over sensitive flesh reminded him that one of them wore too much clothes.
Just as he was about to voice his discovery, all rational thoughts disappeared. He whimpered as fingers parted his ass and rubbed at his sensitive opening. One digit pushed inside, spreading him wide apart. He threw his head back and hissed in pleasure as a burning heat tore through him. It wasn’t enough. He gripped Jonan’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to before he slid off the edge of pleasure.
“I want you inside.” Why was he so impatient? Nothing would be right in the world until this man was buried within him. All other thoughts disappeared as he moaned. He couldn’t wait much longer and Jonan didn’t disappoint. He was lifted up. Eli wrapped his legs around his mate’s body as the door to the bedroom opened. When they reached the double sized bed, he was dropped onto it. His ass bounced. His hard cock hit his stomach, only increasing the need. Eli looked up in appreciation at the man that had him on the verge of begging.
This wasn’t going to be one-sided. If he was going to lose control, so was his warrior. With a mischievous smile, he turned over on hands and knees and then stuck out his ass. No point in being subtle. Besides, this wouldn’t be anything more than sex. No confusion between that and mating. He couldn’t allow it. Those thoughts disappeared. Right now, he was in the middle of a lust-filled haze and reality wouldn’t destroy that.
When he turned to look behind him, he shivered. Fire burned in Jonan’s dark brown eyes. Parts had turned red. Eli licked his lips in anticipation. Jonan moved closer. His large hands pressed into his hips and he was pulled toward his warrior. The heat of his mate oozed into him. Suddenly, he felt like the temperature in the room jumped twenty degrees. His body was burning.
Jonan kissed in between his shoulder blades, then moved down. Sweet kisses landed across his back. Not impatient, but loving. He was being worshiped and caressed with such need that it scared him. It wasn’t right. Eli didn’t deserve gentle. Not after what he’d done and what he would do. He shook his head, trying to think straight, but the touches wouldn’t let him be rational. He was drowning in passion.
Moist fingers pushed into his ass, spreading him. The fingers thrust harder into him, preparing him for what was to come. He threw his head back as the rustling of fabric forced his head to turn to look. The pants slid down the warrior’s body and pooled around his mate’s ankles. Jonan’s cock jutted out. It stood large and proud between dark curls, rock hard and already wet for him. He moaned and pushed back. There was no denying that he wanted it. Hands kept his hips from moving back, so Eli shook his ass, trying to entice Jonan to go faster.
A growl filled with need tore through his mate. Then a hand landed on his left cheek. He purred at the sensation. His ass burned and his balls tightened. He wanted to feel that again.
“Patience,” Jonan warned. “I’m going to fuck you, but not until I taste all of you.”
He shook his head. Then lowered his head down and rested his forehead onto the back of his hands. Slow was the last thing he wanted. “Fuck me,” he demanded and half pleaded.
Instead of responding, Jonan stepped back. “I need to find something to make it easier to slide in. Unless you have something.”
“No oil in my pocket.” He wanted to say something witty, but all of his attention was focused on sex. His hand reached for his cock. “Not ready. I’ll just take care of this myself.”
The cheeky response earned him another swat on his left butt cheek. But his hand ignored it and continued toward his cock, but the slap to the right cheek stopped him. He panted.
“Patience. Stay like that and wait. My cock needs to be drenched in oil because when I fuck you, you’ll feel it.”