Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(58)

Drew lay beneath the man, stunned. He'd never seen Nathan like this. Maybe not since that day in the Bosnian woods when he came out of hiding carrying his dead CO. Nathan's eyes were wild like that day. Like he was one second away from blowing them all away. "What are you going to do?" Drew whispered, fear and excitement mingled in his veins. His heart revved up. He didn't fight Nathan. He didn't fight him that day in Bosnia when Nathan grabbed him and pulled him close.

"Going to give him what he wants. He likes it rough. I'll kill him if I touch him right now. So … he gets to watch while you talk me down."

Drew had no idea what he meant. He swallowed hard. His mind flashing back to that day his life changed. The crazed Marine with blood on his hands held him by his flak jacket. Drew could smell death on him. "You remember that day in Bosnia? You fought them when they took your CO away. You didn't trust what your eyes were telling you. You didn't trust that you were safe. You're looking at me like you did that day."

"Like I was going to tear you apart and fuck your corpse." It wasn't a question. Nathan didn't smile. They weren't reminiscing. "Yeah, I remember. I remember everything about that day. I remember how fucking young you were. I remember wanting to do exactly what I want to do to you now. And then I don't remember anything."

"You asked me out. You dragged me up onto my toes and you told me I was pretty and that we should get together. Then your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you dropped like a rock, taking me with you. I never forgot it. I never forgot that you were wearing the blood of half the rebels we found in the woods either. What are we doing, Nathan?" 

"We're fucking, Andrew. It's fuck or murder. Which one are you up for?" Nathan grinned at him, something evil in his eyes that sent a thrill of alarm through Drew's entire body. "That's it, Walker, you're figuring out what you're in for now. The question is: Are you going to fuck … or fight?"

Drew swallowed hard. He lay as still as he could. Nathan crawled over him, shoving his knee between Drew's thighs. He let go of one of Drew's hands to drag his fingers down Drew's chest, pulling buttons loose as he went. Drew shivered. Quinn forgotten. He wanted Nathan. He wanted him for himself. Nathan had his shirt undone, he leaned over and licked Drew's chin. He smiled again and locked his fingers around Drew's neck. His smile turned hard. His breath came fast. "I thought you couldn't hurt anyone?" Drew managed to gasp the words out.

"I can't hurt him. I'm too pissed. I'll kill his fucking ass. You haven't quite gotten under my skin that much … yet." Nathan breathed over his lips. He flicked his tongue over the metal in Drew's lips. "I want to feel your mouth on my cock. Can you suck cock, Walker?"

Drew groaned, Nathan's hand squeezed the sound out of him. "Nathan," he wheezed.

"Fight me, Walker. Fucking fight me. Or I'm going to fuck you up." Nathan dug his knee into Drew's crotch, his balls screamed at the pressure. Drew didn't know if it hurt or turned him on. "Fight me."

The fingers around his neck dug in, he could feel fingernails. Nathan's eyes went black. He was losing himself. Like that day. "Nathan," Drew heard himself begging. "Nathan, please."

The gleam that entered his eyes wasn't Nathan. He laughed, his whole body shaking with the effort. He didn't say another word. He ripped at Drew's belt and pants. His nails scraping Drew's skin.

Drew wasn't aroused. Not exactly. Maybe he was aroused. And terrified. His brain swirled with conflicting emotions. He was … going to be the one raped today. At the hands of a man he thought he could love.

"Fuck, Nathan, no. Nathan … Nate. Not like this." Quinn's voice seemed distant. Drew had forgotten about him. He struggled to turn his head to look at the man. Quinn strained at the cuffs, trying to get free of the bars but they held. He kicked out trying to reach Nathan but they were too far away from his foot. "Nate!" Quinn shouted over the sound of Drew's blood rushing in his ears.

"You had him, Quinn. It's my turn. Wait your turn," Nathan said, his voice strange.

"No," Drew bucked beneath him trying to throw him off. "Fucking hell. Get off me." He twisted his arms, trying to free his wrists from Nathan's huge hand. His legs were spread. He couldn't get a knee in play. Nathan held him down, his hard body on fire, his cock hard as a rock. Nathan slammed his mouth on Drew's, the impact sending pain through his brain. His free hand pushed at Drew's pants trying to get to his dick. "Please, Nathan, not like this."

Nathan grunted and shoved his tongue into Drew's mouth to shut him up. He could hear Quinn struggling and shouting but the blood pumping through his veins was louder. Drew hated this man. These men. He couldn't be in the middle of their fucked-up shit.