Snooke(Demon Warriors 2)(18)

Kane thought about that night. How badly he had handled the situation. His nerves started to coil tight as Snooke’s words began to form. He had a feeling he could see where this was going, and it was sending a chill down his spine.

“My uncle tossed the pictures onto the table and said he wasn’t going to have a faggot nephew.” Snooke’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times.

“He’s the one who put those bruises on you?” Kane asked as he stared at Snooke’s reflection and then down at the street, wondering if someone was at this very moment watching them.

“Yes, it was my uncle who beat me.”



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Snooke gasped when Kane lifted him off his feet and hauled him to the bedroom. This was it. Kane was going to say his family was too screwed up to deal with Snooke. He felt the loss before Kane ever spoke a word.

When Kane slammed the bedroom door and locked it, Snooke braced himself for the blows. Kane looked like he was ready to chew nails. Why in the hell had he confessed that? Way to keep the guy out of your business, jackass.

“I don’t want you around your uncle again,” Kane stated angrily as he slowly walked over to Snooke.

Snooke could feel himself shaking from nervousness. He wasn’t sure how to interpret Kane’s mood. Was it directed at him?

“That’s impossible,” Snooke said as Kane stopped right in front of him.

“Why? Your fucking uncle beats on you. I have a feeling it wasn’t the first time either.”

No, it wasn’t. His uncle had a very bad temper, and when Snooke didn’t do as he was told, he paid the price.

“I can’t explain it, okay? I don’t want you involved in this, Kane.”

Kane grabbed his arm before Snooke could make his getaway. “Shorty, I’m already involved,” Kane said softly. “My heart’s involved now. I won’t see you hurt again.”

Snooke’s heart was thumping so strongly in his chest that he thought it was going to burst. What did Kane mean his heart was involved now? Snooke didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Fuck, this was getting extremely complicated. Snooke hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions.

“I can help you.”

Snooke closed his eyes. How he wanted Kane to help him, but the thought of his uncle getting his hands on the handsome warriors was too much.

He opened his eyes and glared at Kane. “I said I don’t want you involved.”

“And I said I already was.” Kane smirked at him. “Too bad, so sad. I’m going to help whether you like it or not.”

How old was Kane? “You sound like a juvenile.”

“And you’re acting like a stubborn mule.” Kane stuck his tongue out at Snooke. The warrior looked ridiculous doing it but managed to make it sexy at the same time. Man, Snooke had it bad for this guy.

A grin pulled at Snooke’s lips. “You are such a dork.”





Chapter Five




“Let me show you what a dork can do.” Kane slid his hands around Snooke’s waist and pulled him up into those strong arms. Snooke’s head fell back as Kane began to kiss down his neck, sucking and twirling his tongue over Snooke’s Adam’s apple.

Snooke’s neck was on fire as Kane made a trail down to his collarbone. Kane’s mouth covered Snooke’s skin hungrily. Snooke clutched Kane’s hair, his lips parting as Kane’s hands traveled down his spine, covering his buttocks, and then squeezed.

Want crashed over him as Snooke’s cock pulsed out a rhythm to Kane’s tongue. The fear he held inside melted away as Kane held him close. Kane lifted his head and stared down at Snooke. His eyes were soft, tender. Kane looked at Snooke as if he were the stars and the moon. At that moment Snooke knew he didn’t want Kane to ever leave his side.

He loved Kane.

Kane now owned Snooke’s heart.

“I’ve been a lonely warrior until you.” Kane took Snooke’s lips, his tongue exploring the recesses of Snooke’s mouth. Snooke whimpered as Kane slowly walked them over to his bed. He gently lay Snooke down. For every inch Kane exposed of Snooke’s chest, he kissed, licked, and nipped. His fingers slowly unbuttoned Snooke’s shirt, kissing and pressing his lips upon Snooke’s heart.

Snooke pulled his arms free from his shirt as Kane kissed his way down Snooke’s chest to his abdomen. Snooke’s cock jumped when Kane bit the clasp to his slacks, and then mouthed his erection through the fabric. Tension began to build in Snooke. The need to come was getting close. He closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down.

Kane slid the clasp free from Snooke’s pants as his lips worked Snooke’s cock. When his shaft was finally free, Kane slipped it into his mouth.