Lover Forbidden -- Scene 10

The Black Dagger Brotherhood world and characters

are the property of JR Ward.

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Scene 10

Intoxicating.  Stronger than any red smoke or alcohol he’d ever imbibed.  Rehvenge’s kisses were a drug and Phury had no defense.  No desire for recovery.

His focus lasered down to exploring the male before him.  Delicious discovery with each and every caress.

Phury licked along Rehvenge’s jaw line, feathering light, teasing kisses as he went.  His tongue swept up behind Rehv’s ear and he made a light snack of it, nipping and tugging until the male groaned in exquisite agony. 

Rehvenge ran his hands slowly over Phury’s shoulders as if he were memorizing them.  They were shaking, those hands, and Phury was honored that he’d be the one to give Rehvenge the pleasure he’d denied himself for so long.

With a gentle pull, Phury took them both to the floor. 

“Tell me this is not a polar bear we’re laying on,” he said dryly. 

“Wool.  Just fuzzy,” Rehvenge choked out, barely taking time away from tasting the thick column of Phury’s neck.

Phury’s clothing expertise came in handy when his fingers reached the buckle of Rehvenge’s belt.  One-handed he released the closure and opened the pants.  He slipped his hand inside, flattening his palm to the sympath’s skin and sliding it around, pushing the pants and underwear down as he enjoyed the warmth and texture of Rehvenge’s skin under his touch. 

It took even less time for Rehv to get Phury out of his pants as he made no attempt at finesse or seduction.  Snatch, slash and drag, simple as that.  

And before they could say, “fuck me and I’ll scream your name” they were skin-to-skin, body-to-body, heart-to-heart.

Phury took a moment to breathe.  He wanted this to be spectacular for Rehvenge.  It’d been a long time and they were both nervous for their own reasons, but he wanted to use everything he’d ever learned to bring pleasure to the male in his arms.

They rocked against each other slowly, their aligned cocks creating excruciating friction.  Their big arms wrapped tightly around each other, there was no space between them.  They could go all the way like this, but Phury wanted more.

He wriggled a bit and Rehvenge expelled a gasp. 

“I have to touch you,” Phury whispered, “Now.”

Rehvenge did little more than hiss and Phury was all over him.  Touching, kissing, licking.  He wrapped his big hand around Rehv’s cock and stroked it slowly.  That’s when he found the barb.

“What’s this?” He touched it lightly and felt Rehv pull back.  “No, it’s okay, it’s a sympath thing, right?  It comes out when you orgasm?”

“How did you know that?”  Rehvenge jerked his head up and looked him in the eyes.  He was all wariness and armor. 

Phury grinned sheepishly. 

“Maybe I’ve studied up on the anatomy of sympaths recently,” he said and touched the barb again.  He was rewarded with an approving hum from Rehvenge and, after a moment where the sympath seemed to be making a decision, another kiss.  He fingered the barb again and Rehv’s fists clenched in Phury’s hair. 

The little hook was sensitive, was it?  Good to know.

“Trust me?”  Phury asked.

“Mostly,” Rehvenge answered breathlessly.

“Good answer.”

Phury sat up and gestured for Rehvenge to do the same.  He positioned Rehv with his back against his chest, Phury’s cock pressed between them.

“You are so sexy, Rehvenge.  Every part of you makes me crazy,” Phury licked the male’s ear from behind as he whispered into it, “but the small of your back, it’s fucking art.”  He ran his hand down between them to the perfect curve where the muscles separated, hardened and then gave way to the sculpted glutes below.  The tats were icing … incredibly lickable icing and Phury planned to indulge heavily in that sweet treat. 

But for now, he wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling him tightly against him.  He reached down and gripped Rehvenge’s cock, making sure to run his pinky over the barb, loving the tortured groan he elicited with his touch.  He ran his teeth lightly on the back of Rehv’s neck as he used his free hand to explore the male’s chest.  He latched onto a nipple and rolled it as he started a subtle grind of his hips against Rehv’s back.  His cock was granite and Rehvenge’s felt about the same.  Rehv moaned and dropped his head back, resting it on Phury’s shoulder.

Rehv put his hands around the backs of Phury’s knees, pulling him even more tightly against him.  Phury continued to stroke Rehv’s shaft in time to his own hips rubbing up and down, precum making both efforts silky and sensuous.

Phury reached further down and took Rehv’s balls in his hand, giving them attention they’d been lacking.  They were tight, ready to blow and he moved his action back to the cock with fervor, gripping tightly and stroking at a faster pace.  His other hand moved to the other nipple and gave it a firm tug as he felt the male start to go off.

Just as his own orgasm rolled over him he opened his mouth and bit into Rehv’s neck, sinking to the gums. 

They cried out together, bucking hard on the floor as they came simultaneously. 

Rehvenge jerked forward suddenly, dislodging the fangs from his neck, and flipped over.  He had Phury on his back, legs spread wide and was pumping on top of him, grinding hard, groin against groin, eyes glowing with amethyst fire.  Phury came again instantly, but it didn’t stop there because Rehv started coming, too. Once, twice, damn, Phury lost count of his own orgasms in the heat and passion of the moment.  He rolled them, took charge and then gave over again in an erotic cooperative violence he’d never dreamed possible.    

He licked the twin wounds on Rehvenge’s neck closed and, as he mentally passed a sign saying “welcome to Cloud 9”, Phury stopped thinking altogether.

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It was a couple of hours later when they awoke in each other’s arms.  Rehv was shivering, the cold finally having gotten to him.  Phury grabbed the down comforter and a quilt from the bed and wrapped it around him, to Rehvenge’s eternal gratitude.

“The Dopamine makes you cold?” Phury asked, settling back down on the thick rug and wrapping his arms around Rehvenge.

“Yeah. The furs are not just a fashion statement,” Rehv replied, running his fingers through the primale’s hair.  He couldn’t get enough of that hair.

“You sure this isn’t polar bear?”  Phury glanced at the white furry floor-piece again.

“I’m not that bad,” Rehvenge laughed.  “Besides, I’d be wearing it if it were.”

Phury grinned and ran his fingers through the rug. 

“Comfy,” he said and leaned in to kiss Rehvenge. 

As many times as they’d kissed so far, Rehv could never stop his stomach from curling and launching into somersaults.  Each kiss was similar but also, impossibly, totally different.  Each kiss brought promise.  For the first time in his life he wanted to just make out.  On the floor.  He was like a newly transitioned male with his first hard-on when Phury was around. 

He didn’t want him to leave.

“How long can you stay?” He finally asked, although his skin burned for more lovemaking.

“I don’t know,” Phury replied.  “Since there isn’t a needing for a long time, I don’t  see why I can’t at least stay for a while.” Phury ran his hands along Rehv’s spine.  Rehvenge recalled what the primale had said about the small of his back and thought he might find a triple mirror somewhere so he could see what the male was talking about.

“Did you find any loopholes?”  Rehv asked, trying to keep focus.

“Not really.  None of the previous primales had commitments on this side, but since it doesn’t seem to have come up … there’s always a first time, right?”

Rehvenge didn’t answer.  This was what he hadn’t wanted.  To start a relationship with this potential doom hanging over their heads.  And then there was the promise of future Chosen booty calls.  This wasn’t how he wanted to proceed.

Was it the only way?

Since there was no resolution at the end of that discussion, he pulled Phury in for a kiss and his stomach growled.

“Food first,” Phury pulled back, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Rehvenge grumbled.

“Trez stocked the fridge a couple of days ago, let’s go find something,” Phury stood and started looking for the pants that had been ripped off him.  He’d have a hard time actually covering himself, Rehvenge thought with a smirk, they’d been practically shredded.

He watched the primale inspect the severely damaged trousers before discarding them.  Rehv took great pleasure in just sitting back and ogling his warrior.  Phury pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his trim, muscular, waist.  He glanced down at Rehv on the floor and a quick smolder lit his eyes.

“Ready?” 

Hell yeah.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Rehv said, pulling himself to standing.

“So am I,” Phury closed in and they were kissing again. 

Now that they’d gotten to this point, Rehvenge thought, what they could get would have to be enough.  It was strong enough for that. 

He sank into his lover’s lips and let go. 

Inevitable note:  Well, that was interesting to write.  My first time writing a scene like that.  Yeehaw.

Inevitable soundtrack:  "Love, Reign O'er Me" by The Who (I know, it's dramatic, but it's the right one)

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