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Breaking the Play boy′s Curse(17)





It was nearly one in the morning when he punched in the gate code and drove up the driveway. He parked in the open garage bay, pleased to find it left open, just as Vail said it’d be. He grabbed his bag and headed toward the door. Taking a deep breath, praying for an amicable welcome, Draven walked into the house.

A hard body slammed into his and muscular arms wrapped around him. The heady scent of his beloved filled his senses right before warm lips pressed against his own, hungrily seeking entrance.

Draven moaned into his lover’s mouth, never having expected this welcome. He buried his hands in Vail’s thick hair and pressed close. His dick went from flaccid to hard as steel in seconds. His back hit the wall behind him and an answering ridge pressed against his own.

Grunting, Draven thrust against Vail. His lover roved his hands roughly down Draven’s chest, pulled his t-shirt from his jeans, then warm calloused palms scraped up his sides.

Turning his head, Draven broke the kiss and gasped for breath. His skin felt like it was on fire everywhere Vail’s hands touched. No one had stimulated him so fast and furious before, and his dick jerked and leaked in his jeans.

“Vail,” he gasped. “Fuck, man, you okay?” Draven hated trying to talk when all he wanted was to open both their pants and rut to completion, but he needed to know what had gotten into the shifter.

“Missed you,” Vail mumbled. His hands began to slow, still touching, still rubbing, still tracing the muscles of his pecks, abs, and sides, but the urgency had begun to abate. “Don’t know why I missed you so much,” he admitted, tucking his head into the crook of Draven’s neck, inhaling deeply.

Draven leaned his head against the wall and tilted his neck, letting Vail breathe in his scent. He knew it’d help settle the wolf shifter. “You need to claim me,” he mumbled, enjoying the affection. “Just as I claimed you.”

“Yes,” Vail hissed. “I’m hard as a rock for you, Draven.”

“Then you shall have me.” Draven replied, more than happy to bottom just as much as top. “Take me to your bed, lover,” he insisted.

Vail wasted no time obeying. He drew away, grabbing Draven’s hand as he moved, so he could lead him through the dark, quiet mansion. Draven liked his beloved’s enthusiasm and happily followed.

“Guess I shouldn’t have been worried about my reception,” he teased.

Pausing for just a second, Vail murmured. “We’ll talk after…after I claim you.”

“Works for me,” Draven agreed. He knew they had plenty to discuss, including the new development of his vision, but even that could wait. If Draven had his way, they’d have centuries together to get it right.

Suddenly, Vail’s grip was gone. Draven paused, his night vision telling him they were in Vail’s suite of rooms. A soft click sounded behind him as his lover closed the door. Vail prowled around him, back into his line of sight, a feral look on his face and lust glinting in his eyes.

Unbelievably, Draven’s dick hardened even further, oozing in his jeans.

Vail’s nostril’s flared. “You should remove your clothes if you ever want to wear them again.”

His lover’s warning was clear. Draven grinned, liking this side of Vail, the confident, sexy side. Quickly, he stripped his clothes, letting them fall where they may. Once nude, he held his arms away from his sides and grinned.

“This what you wanted?” he crooned.

“Oh, yes,” Vail responded, prowling around him.

Draven smiled, his eyes narrowing. He liked seeing the need and hunger etched across his lover’s face. It reassured him, told him his shifter just might be more open to making their relationship work than he’d initially thought. Draven stood quietly for several seconds, letting Vail drink his fill. He knew what the man saw, a leanly muscled man who appeared fit, confident, and extremely aroused. Draven didn’t have to look down to know his dick stuck out from his body, firm, proud, and long, moisture gleaming at the tip.

“Sexy fucker,” Vail muttered.

Smirking, Draven sauntered toward the bedroom. “Yes, I am.”

He’d almost made it to the bed when he felt an equally naked body press against his backside and warm arms wrap around his waist. Rough lips pressed lines of wet kisses along the vertebra of his neck. Draven leaned against his lover, letting Vail hold some of his weight.

Vail nuzzled his neck and whispered, “This is what I’ve always needed. This closeness. The freedom to hold a lover without worrying about how they’ll react or what they’ll expect in the morning. With you, I don’t have to worry. I already know.”