Embraced By Passion (4 page)

“Follow me, Miss Brigit. It’s a pleasure to be of any help to you.” Carl turned on a heel and paused, leaving her question unanswered.

“Goodbye, Brigit. It was a deep honor to meet you.”

She twitched her lips in debate, one side then the other. Eventually, need and opportunity won out over suspicion.

“Goodbye,” she replied, then relenting, offered her hand. “I accept your offer to see me to my mother’s wedding.”
But I’ll find a way to make up for it.

Ja’Rol hid his frown at her determined thoughts. The last thing he wanted was for this woman to think she owed them for their generosity, considering how self-serving, in truth, it really was. Clasping her lightly, he said his goodbye and watched her leave with Carl down the lobby to the side service doors.

“Amazing
,” he murmured to his lover floors over his head when she was out of sight.
“Do you think she’ll accept us, already together?”
With a faint smile to Judy, he headed for the elevator, punching the button for the top floors.

“Do you think she’ll accept us being wyvern?”
was Slone’s returned question.

This time, Ja’Rol’s sigh was deeper. He understood Slone’s intent.
One
thing at a time. The doors opened and he entered automatically. On the ride, he had another thought.
“What about her age?”

“How do you mean? You’re only a century older,”
Slone pointed out with wry humor. Slone was considerably older than Ja’Rol.

“Exactly. Will she age?”

“No, if she fully accepts us, draws our souls together, she will live as long as we do.”

Ja’Rol folded his hands behind his back, pensive now that he was unsure about the coming days. He wanted her, loved Slone, and didn’t want to hurt either, or destroy what he already had. He knew Slone felt the same desire for the blonde livewire. The want to taste and touch had been a thriving echo in his lover’s thoughts the entire time they’d talked in the office. He may be better at controlling it, but Ja’Rol knew where to find it.

“Come to me,”
Slone said, enticement in the three words.

* * * *

Slone stood from his desk when he sensed the elevator’s arrival. Clicking the last button to set the reservations and ready the jet for duty the following day, he felt a bolt of anticipation seeing the flicker of the screen.

They’d finally met her. After months of hiding his hungers from his lover, squashing the guilt that he was lying and somehow shortchanging Ja’Rol, then discovering they both felt the emptiness, her appearance had stripped a weight from his shoulders. The two men had spent decades together. The oddity of this happening to them could only mean that they were destined to find her, or the deep emptiness, the desire would have never prepared them for their meeting.

Slone agreed wholly that she was perfect for them. Short, blonde hair, blue eyes that a man could fall into, and a body that was made for a man’s touch and caress. Ja’Rol was only two inches shorter than himself, which meant standing, Brigit came to Slone’s chest. He licked his lips, imagining her between them. He throbbed with the growing want.

She wasn’t stick thin either, rather a woman with shape, with curves. He chuckled. Now Slone understood Ja’Rol’s comment about staring at breasts. Thankfully, she’d never once suspected that was what he’d been doing—a lot. Her shirt hadn’t been provocative, simple and evenly cut. It had been plain male appreciation to follow the shape of her breasts beneath the cream colored fabric, the V of the shirt teasing him with pale skin at the hollow of her throat. Shaking his head ruefully, he couldn’t help picturing the firm, rounded shape of her ass in her jeans. The woman had a body that was divine.

“Shame on you
,” Ja’Rol teased him.

“Can I help that she is beautiful?” he asked as the office door swung inward. He turned off his monitor, smiling at the handsome visage of his friend. He never grew tired of staring into his sun-worshipped dark gold eyes, or running his fingers through the thick swathe of hair that reached to his shirt color. Long but neat. Just the way Slone liked it.

Ja’Rol slipped a hand around Slone’s neck, bringing their bodies together. Slone clasped him at his waist, feeling blood thicken his already aching cock. Sitting across from Brigit had left him heated and hungry. And Ja’Rol was the man to ease that ache, though now that they’d found her, the void of incompletion was expanding.

“We need her,” Ja’Rol murmured with understanding, brushing slow sipping kisses to Slone’s chin. Pausing, he told him, “But we have to be careful. She already feels indebted to us for taking her.”

Slone nodded, knowing what Ja’Rol had sensed from the blonde bombshell who’d just shaken up their lives forever. “Let’s go upstairs. I need more than this.” He needed Brigit as badly as Ja’Rol did, but together they would stem the flood of hunger she’d left in her unexpected wake.

Ja’Rol offered his lips and Slone swiped a lingering, promising kiss, then he stepped away.

“That is gorgeous,” Slone said, taking in the tent of Ja’Rol’s slacks.

“You love the anticipation,” Ja’Rol stated, obviously refraining from readjusting to allow Slone the view, his hands stiff at his sides.

“I love that you give me that thrill,” he stated, his lids lowering with erotic meaning. The heat between them sizzled in the air.

Striding out the door with mutual purpose, they aimed for the private elevator that would take them to the penthouse suites on the top floor.

The metallic doors had barely sealed shut before Slone had Ja’Rol pinned to the wall. They both unknotted ties to open shirts in a well-practiced dance. Ja’Rol hissed with pleasure when Slone won the race, tugging lightly on a gold nipple bar.

Their kiss was hot and full of passion, Slone hungrily taking what Ja’Rol offered. Tongues dueled as shirts ripped from shoulders, baring them both. Chest to chest, skin to skin, Slone pressed them together, rubbing to feel the slide of their bodies. Slone shuddered as Ja’Rol glided his hands over his shoulders and down his chest to dig his fingers around the leather of his dress belt.

“Take it off,” he gasped, dying to feel his cock in his lover’s hands.

The slide of leather preceded the loosening of his waist, as seconds later, warm fingers dove within his trousers.

He groaned gruffly at the contact. Heat sung through his veins as Ja’Rol slowly stroked his shaft, teasing him into the heights of need.

Ja’Rol released the zipper, grasping him with both fists and Slone’s body clenched. Fire snaked up his spine. Stealing stiff fingers into rich brown hair, he found Ja’Rol’s hungry mouth, plundering the heated essence, desire making him sweeter. Ja’Rol turned on Slone like no other in his lifetime. When you live for a few centuries, there was time to compare.

He was panting hard when he lifted from the succulent lips before him. The faint ding of the bell echoed. He hadn’t imagined it. The doors waited open patiently.

With careful steps, he walked Ja’Rol out the door into their living room, minding the step-down only feet from the elevator door. One of the benefits of living in the same office building as their corporation—no time or hassle to get home.

With Ja’Rol’s fingers creating waves of heat with every stroke over his heavy flesh, it took concentration to finish removing his own shirt and kick off his shoes. His trousers fell in a wrinkled heap so he could step out of his briefs.

It was glorious to be naked, with Ja’Rol’s hands all over him.

Without hesitation, he yanked Ja’Rol’s belt free and stripped him of his pants and underwear with focused attention. He licked his lips. “
I love your cock.”
It stood out, thick and proud, taut and pulsing with desire. Neither had to deal with body hair by choice, so his balls hung visible beneath that gorgeous rod. “
I want you.”

Slone shouted with pleasure when Ja’Rol added pressure with his caring hands, tightening the cage around the shaft in his hands in answer to Slone’s arousing thoughts.

Before he could blink away the stars, Ja’Rol was before him on his knees. “
Me first.”
Then he swallowed the head of Slone’s dick. Slone shuddered, lost in the sheer rapture of feeling. The wet, tight suck of his hot mouth sliding up and down his penis made Slone waver on his feet. The heady stroke of his hand reached between Slone’s thighs, cupping his heavy sac, and he shuddered in answer. The laving heat of Ja’Rol’s tongue danced along his length to flick at sensitive skin, then he gently suckled one hardened nut between bewitching lips. Slone gasped, oblivious to everything but the sensation of Ja’Rol’s tongue slicking over his balls. After paying them a fair share of attention, he returned to his favorite playground—the length of Slone’s cock.

“Feels so good,” he moaned, sinking into the building tightness. The urge to shoot down Ja’Rol’s throat pounded at him when he drew Slone’s shaft deep, raking his teeth lightly over the skin. “
No,”
he pleaded, gasping too hard to speak again. He was only holding himself up with the strength of his clawed fingers latched into Ja’Rol’s mussed hair. “
In you. Now!”

Ja’Rol broke away to sit, then shoved his clothes free. Staggering on his feet, Slone dug in a nearby table for one of their stashes, palming the tube to face Ja’Rol again. As wyvern, there was no need for condoms between them since neither could catch or transfer a disease, but making a mental note, he’d ensure every precaution and safety was available for when they picked up Brigit. The last thing he was positive either man wanted was for her to be nervous about taking things to the next level, because he had little doubt they’d have the chance. She’d wanted them as much as they wanted her. Shutting the drawer, he turned to find Ja’Rol stretched out, watching him with a wicked little grin on his lips.

“Sorry, I can’t make it to the bedroom,”
Slone apologized to his lover, his gaze locking on him where he lay on the entrance floor, waiting, like a hard packed sacrifice of desire meant just for him. Emotions and need filled him as he lowered himself to the floor next to that solid shape of delicious male.

“Just love me,” Ja’Rol whispered, passion darkening his deep honey eyes. “I need you.”

Slone bent at the waist and lovingly ran his tongue over Ja’Rol’s engorged cockhead, licking the first pearls of cream away. He murmured in appreciation. He loved the taste. The heated, salty liquid rolled over his lips when he licked them. Ja’Rol hissed, lifting his hips in greedy need. Both men were on the brink, their bodies crying for each other, both desiring the woman they’d wanted for months and had finally discovered.

After slathering his fingers, he ran them tenderly over Ja’Rol’s hole, the man’s breath catching as the lube warmed on his skin. Earthen-brown lashes flickered over his eyes, hiding their beauty but not their reaction to his touch. Muscles jumped and flexed across his shoulders as sensation filled them both.

Sliding a finger then two into his passage, he felt the give as Ja’Rol relaxed, then whimpered for more.

Rubbing his cock with the lube, Slone didn’t make him wait long. Fitting between his legs, he settled himself and gently broke the tension of the outer muscle. No matter how much he wanted to fuck Ja’Rol, he would never do it with harming him in mind. Passionate coupling was not new to either of them, but intentionally harming was repugnant to them both.

Stroking in and out, Ja’Rol shifted a leg, creating space for a deeper angle and Slone didn’t ignore the silent plea. Breath hissed through his teeth as Ja’Rol tightened, his moans lengthening as Slone twisted on a knee to find his gland.

Ja’Rol shouted, his fingers clenching and unclenching, grasping for Slone again and again. Semen seeped from Ja’Rol’s penis in fluid drops. Slone slowed down, letting Ja’Rol catch his breath. He wanted to come, but not before they’d both been pleasured. They could reach the edge over and over before finally succumbing.