Lover Forbidden -- Scene 11

Scene 11

The Black Dagger Brotherhood world and characters are the property of JR Ward.

-~~~~~~~-

“What do you mean they’re together?” Xhex demanded.

Trez just grinned and shrugged.  Filled a bank bag with cash and closed the zipper.  “I left the brother with Rehv.  There was definitely possession there,” he nodded, “definitely.”

“This is bad,” Xhex did not need this.  “Really bad.”  She rose from the massive desk and paced Rehv’s office.

How could Rehvenge pull a stunt like this?  He knew better. 

“It’s a surprise he’s feeling a male, but if it makes him happy …” Trez shrugged, picked up another stack of bills and started counting.

“I’m not talking about that!” Xhex growled.  Trez was being obtuse.  Or purposely missing the point in order to rile her.  Neither option made his chances of drawing breath much longer very likely. 

“I know, Xhex,” Trez knew the history.  He pulled back on the nonchalance quickly.  “But we don’t know the worst is going to happen.” 

“She already threatened the Chosen, she’s watching every fucking move he makes,” Xhex balled her fists, wanted to strike something, but nothing appropriate volunteered.

Trez stopped counting and looked at her.

“He was pretty pissed at me for having Phury at the great camp, but he was happy, too, Xhex.  He ate the brother up with his eyes.  We’ve gotta let him have that for a few more nights at least.”

“The more attached he is, the harder it will be to let go.”

Trez waved his hand in the air dismissively.  “You quit freaking out whenever that John Matthew vampire walks in the door, then you can tell me about ‘hard to let go’.”

“Don’t go there.”

“Just sayin’”

“Well, don’t.”

She exited the office with a good hard slam of the door.

-~~~~~~~-

Phury arched his back as he came, his hips thrusting upward, a groan of tortured ecstasy rumbling out between clenched teeth.  Rehvenge sucked hard, pulling on the pulsating girth with his lips and tongue, then taking it deep, keeping the rhythm even as all hell broke loose in his lover’s body.  A sheen of sweat covered Phury’s chest and muscled torso making him glow in the soft candlelight, a sight that sent jolts of pure lust to Rehv’s already rigid cock. 

When the primale’s shudders ceased, Rehvenge took a few last greedy slurps and smacked his lips.  Looked at his warrior with a gleam of satisfaction and a twitch of a smile on his wet, swollen lips.

“Mmmmmm,” he murmured, “magically delicious.”

Phury laughed and propped himself on his elbows.

“Always after me lucky charms.”  He chuckled.

“Damn right,” Rehv growled as his tongue quickly swiped Phury’s balls, bringing a rewarding hiss to the warrior’s lips.  He crawled up the sheets to Phury’s side and nestled close. 

They’d had a nap after their improvised meal and shower that had more to do with slick adventures in wet sensuality than getting clean.  In fact, it was the dirtiest shower Rehvenge had ever had. 

He couldn’t wait to do it again. 

They’d returned to the bed and slept side-by-side.  Rehv had woken with his hand wrapped around Phury’s wrist, as if he’d worried even in his sleep that his lover would disappear.  The soft pulse above the strong hand had aroused him to the point he just had to place a special wake-up call.    It took two strokes of his hand to get Phury hard and the rest; well … he was awake, wasn’t he?

Now they wound around each other, Phury reaching up to caress Rehvenge’s neck, his face, gliding his hand through the thick hair of the mohawk and repeated the mesmerizing motions again and again.   He kissed Rehv’s jaw and nuzzled his throat just above the clavicle placing little, stinging nips along the skin as he went.  Rehvenge’s erection was snuggled in between them and his hips moved back and forth, increasing the delicious friction.

Phury moved back slightly, breaking the spell.  Rehvenge had closed his eyes but they snapped open at the halt. 

“What?”  He asked, worried by the uncomfortable look on Phury’s face.

“I …” the warrior’s face grew red and Rehvenge tried to figure out what he -- or they -- had done to cause it. 

He waited.

Phury blew out a deep breath.

“I want you inside me.”  The warrior finally said, his voice tight with an emotion Rehvenge couldn’t name.

Silence filled the room for the space of a good many heartbeats.

“You want …” Rehvenge began, not wanting to finish the sentence in case he was off base, being a newb and all.

“Forget it,” Phury was pulling away but Rehv wasn’t letting go.

“You want me inside you.”  He repeated.

“Fucking me.  Yes.”  Now Phury sounded annoyed.  Rehvenge understood that.  It takes a lot to put yourself out there sexually.  Most people don’t want to be that brand of vulnerable and warriors are even worse.  It wasn’t helping that Rehv was being a bit dense about the whole thing and he knew it.  Tried to shake it off.

“Wow,” ah, the perfect response, shit-head.  Despite his disgust with his lack of supportive conversation, Rehvenge felt his cock react as it always did for this male and, much to his chagrin he said it again, “wow.”

“Does that sicken you?”  Phury looked away.

“No!  Fuck, no.”  Rehv assured him, touching his chin and turning it back so their eyes could meet again.  “What if I hurt you?”

He didn’t want to hurt Phury.  Not in any way, but his physiology was not something they could ignore.

“You could pull out before the captain pops.”  Phury shrugged.

Rehvenge had actually belly laughed earlier when Phury had referred to his barb as “Captain Hook”.  He’d been so surprised by the spark of playfulness coming from the typically guarded primale that he’d lost his own composure with big barks of laughter that turned out to be contagious.  It had been freeing.

That Phury’s innocent heart with its mischief and silliness had been strangled to the point of suffocation for over two centuries made Rehvenge as angry as it made him sad.  He wished there were someone on whom to take vengeance, but it was circumstance that had done the harm and his desire to right things with his fists or worse could never be. 

Some of his dark thoughts must have shown on his face because Phury pulled away further.

“Whatever, we don’t have to,” he said.

“No, it doesn’t bother me,” Rehvenge pulled Phury back into his embrace so his solid steel hard-on was again pressed between them.  “Feel me?  I’m not turned off, am I?” 

It took a moment but a smile finally lit Phury’s beautiful face and he kissed Rehv’s chin before the discussion began again.

“I’ve only ever, um, topped, have you ever …”

“Not with a male but with a female, yes I have.”  He pushed himself up to kneeling; getting enough distance to, hopefully, get hold of the lust tsunami that was playing havoc with his cognition.  Phury reached over and stroked Rehvenge’s cock lightly, absently, with a couple of fingers.  Yeah, Rehv was not going to be concentrating on this conversation if he kept that up.

He grabbed Phury’s hand to stop the distracting onslaught and took a few deep breaths. 

“We’ll need some kind of lube.”  Rehvenge said, fearing they didn’t have anything.

Phury flashed him a grin, got up from the bed and padded quickly out of the room.  No toga cover-ups this time.  They knew they were alone in the house.  He returned moments later with a bottle of olive oil. 

That was unexpected.

“Don’t tell iAm.” Revenge took the proffered bottle. 

“Why?”

“He says olive oil is the nectar of life,” 

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Phury winked, causing Rehv’s stomach to flip like a fucking teenage girl.  What was happening to him? 

“Come here,” Rehvenge set the bottle aside on the sheets and spread his arms.  Phury entered Rehv’s embrace quickly and they melted together. 

Phury kissed his way across Rehv’s chest and down his rib cage, tasting each tattoo as he went.  On his knees, settled between Rehv’s legs, he swirled his tongue around Rehvenge’s naval, traced every tattoo, and continued his path to the goods where he lightly licked the sensitive skin at the crease of the thigh. Then he did it again, ending on the other side, his tongue nimble and cunning, teasing and torturing. Rehvenge’s breathing was labored and he threw his head back, wondering if Phury was going to get him off before they could actually do the deed.

Just as Rehv started to thrust his hips he saw Phury’s arm snake out to grasp the bottle.  He watched, transfixed, while the primale poured the oil into his palm and set the bottle on the floor.  Slowly, agonizingly, Phury applied the oil to Rehv’s cock with firm, but gentle strokes that brought forth gasps in response.  Once the pump was primed, so to speak, he picked up the bottle and handed it to Rehvenge.

Climbing back onto the bed, Phury watched Rehv watching him.  He was nervous, of course, worried that he was pushing his male into this, but the incredibly rigid state of Rehvenge’s cock pretty much told him the interest was mutual. 

Phury stayed on his knees and turned his back to Rehvenge, placing his hands on the wall above the headboard of the four-poster.  He looked back over his shoulder to give Rehvenge the permission he seemed to need and waited, legs spread, perspiration beading on his brow, butterflies exploding in his stomach.

The first thing Phury felt was a trickle of oil down his spine.  He shivered as it made a slow, sensuous path down the small of his back to the valley of his glutes.  Then he felt Rehv’s fingers lightly following the oil’s path.  He shivered again at the touch, his cock growing impossibly harder with every caress. 

Rehvenge murmured words in his ear as he pressed his chest to Phury’s back.  Phury felt a finger invade his small opening and he closed his eyes tightly.

“Are you okay?” Rehvenge stopped his motion but kept his hand where it was.

“Yes,” Phury whispered.  “More.”

Rehvenge continued the invasion, adding a second finger and a subtle thrust action that had Phury nudging back for deeper penetration. He groaned approvingly and Rehv slowly removed his hand.

“Now,” Phury choked, “please.” 

He felt Rehv shift and position himself and that shiver ran through him again.  Phury swallowed a curse as he felt the thick head of his lover’s cock slide past his entrance to fill him little by little.  Rehv was so careful with him, it almost brought a lump to his throat, but before he could dwell on the sweetness of the moment he felt Rehv’s pelvis bump against him and he was filled completely.

“Okay?”  Rehv’s voice was a husk.  His hands on Phury’s hips shook with tension.

“Yes,” Phury reached back over his head with both arms, twining his fingers together in the soft strip of hair on Rehvenge’s head, pulling him to his shoulder.  “Fuck me.”  He said, bumping back against him, thrilled to hear Rehv’s startled growl and feel him accept the invitation.

Rehvenge was moving in and out of him and Phury was bucking back steadily.  His cock was hard and heavy and bumped against the headboard; pre-come dripping off the head onto the sheets.

The speed picked up and Phury let go of Rehvenge to wrap one hand around his own cock, using the other to support himself against the wall.  Stroking fast and hard, matching the rhythm of Rehvenge’s thrusts, Phury knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he let loose.  His breathing was labored, the sting and power of Rehv’s cock inside him was exactly what he’d imagined it would be and he reveled in the overwhelming sensation of being taken.  Rehvenge’s fangs pierced the skin on his neck and Phury slammed his hips back hard, taking it all.

His orgasm hit him like a rockslide, slow at first and then with a deluge of intensity as he cried out in a voice as harsh as grit.  Rehvenge’s pace continued to pick up until Phury thought he might just get off again, but then he felt Rehv pull out, pump against his back a few times and then seize with a groan and a shudder as streams of hot wetness bathed Phury’s back and ass. 

Rehvenge collapsed against Phury’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist, holding him close enough to share a heartbeat.

“Holy shit.” Was the first thing Rehv said, and it seemed a labor to do so.

“Likewise,” Phury panted, smiling.

“I think I had a heart attack,” Rehvenge was still trying to catch his breath as he licked his warrior’s twin neck wounds closed.

“I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth,” Phury craned his neck and bussed Rehvenge on the cheek.

“Let me get something to clean you up,” Rehvenge backed away a bit.

“We could always take a shower,” Phury suggested, licking his lips with a sultry look at Rehvenge. The sympath physically tighten with barely controlled lust, a sight Phury would never grow tired of. 

“We could do that,” Rehvenge’s gaze zeroed in on Phury’s mouth and the primale saw that big cock twitch again.  For him.

“Mmm, we could,” Phury said, crawling off the bed.

As they headed toward the bathroom, they couldn’t stop touching each other.  Fingers entwined, Phury thought they must look silly, but it was fine because they were alone.  Far from any curious onlookers or homicidal maniacs.  Life, for the moment, was perfect.

Perfect?

Phury was in deep.  A jolt of fear shot through him.  His inner guards demanded reinstatement but they found no purchase.  Rehv had stripped him of all armor and he was bared to him in all ways.  Was that love?

Crap.  He was in love. 

“A thick lather with a good soap would make a decent lube, wouldn’t it?”  Rehvenge’s voice pulled him back from his panic.   

“Yeah, it’d do the trick,” Phury was already hard. 

He wants to fuck me again?  Hell, yeah.  So all over that.

“Good,” Rehvenge said.  “It’s your turn.”

-~~~~~~~~~-

“I want to look at his e-mail.  That’s where the threat came before.”  Xhex was still agitated after hours of pacing and grumbling. 

Trez sighed.

“You don’t know his password and you’d never invade his privacy like that.”

“If she thinks he has a lover she will take that lover down.  They’re alone at the great camp right now, completely vulnerable.”

“Um … a brother and Rehvenge … completely vulnerable?  I don’t think so.”  Trez laughed and shook his head.

“I don’t think so, either,” came the deep voice at the door. 

Trez and Xhex whirled on Rehvenge who looked more relaxed than he had in decades.  Dressed in a fine suit and a thick fur, he leaned against the door jam and just looked at them.  Waiting.

“You … “ Xhex didn’t know what she wanted to accuse him of.  He’d had her tied in knots all day and here he was, lounging against the paneling.  The bastard.

“Yes?” Rehvenge prompted.

“You’re totally irresponsible!”  She blurted. “Hooking up with a warrior, for fuck sake!  You know what an enticement a strong male is to those monsters!”  She knew all too well.

“We are taking precautions.”  Rehvenge told her, an amused smile playing at his lips.  He rounded the desk and sat at his computer. 

“I’m not talking about safe sex, I’m talking about someone you care about dying by slow degrees, his mind being eaten away …”

“Enough!”  Rehvenge slammed his hand on the desk, it sounded like a gunshot.  “You think I don’t know these things?  I do.  Now, I’m only staying here for an hour to get caught up.  Other than that, I’m taking some down time.  If you have a report, let’s hear it.  Otherwise, assume I already know what you’re going to say and don’t bother saying it.”

He pulled up his e-mail on the computer and started clearing spam.  Xhex fumed on the other side of the desk, but that was fine.  He was fuming too.  He’d been happy for a few hours and she had to spoil it with her own insecurities and misplaced guilt. 

Not that she didn’t have a valid point, but why poke him with it now?

“I don’t want to see you hurt.  I know how it feels to lose someone to them.”  Xhex’s voice was strong as she defied him. 

“I don’t want to talk about this now, Xhex.”  Rehvenge growled. 

“Maybe … if you let me take her down,” She began.

Ah, so this is it.  She’s using Phury as a launching pad to assassination.

“And let her take you down?  Not likely.  Give it a rest, Xhex.  I’m happy for the  moment.  I know what’s out there, but give me these nights.  Please.”

“That’s kind of what Trez said.” 

“Smart guy.”

“I … “ She paced a couple of times, her arms wrapped around her middle, “Okay.  If you need me, I’m up for anything, you know that.”

“I know.  And I appreciate it.  Thank you.”  Rehvenge said with a small, but genuine, smile.

She left the office and he breathed a sigh of relief.  Xhex’s history gave her a negative perspective on everything.  However understandable that perspective was, it was still suffocating to be around sometimes. 

Especially now when his entire being ached to be back at the great camp.  He’d allowed Phury unprecedented access not only to his body, but also to his soul and his warrior had cherished it.  Resurrected emotions, beliefs, that Rehv was sure had been lost to him forever. 

He never prayed.  Always hoped the Scribe Virgin wouldn’t notice him even as his mother dedicated her life to service.  He wanted to now.  He wanted to ask for Phury’s safety and happiness.  To keep that heart light and unfettered so his warrior could fly free.  But he wouldn’t.  Too risky.

Turning off his monitor he reached in his desk for a bag of M&Ms. He too had his addictions. 

He passed Xhex on his way out.

“I thought you were staying for an hour,” she scowled.

“Change of plans,” he passed her and popped a candy in her open mouth.  She glared at him and he laughed.

He’d been there fifteen minutes.  Tops. 

Knowing his warrior awaited him at the great camp gave the place a siren’s call Rehv couldn’t resist.  Not just for the sex, although that was amazing.  It was the comfort, the companionship, the whole fucking package. 

Trouble was ahead and he knew it.  A few nights to remember forever would be a blessing beyond measure.  The problem would be giving Phury up.  The thought punched his gut and sent pins and needles prickling over his skin.

Yep, he had his own addictions.  He wouldn’t survive the withdrawal from this one. 

Inevitable note:  Sorry this took so long.  Real life got in the way.  I have every intention of finishing, though, so don’t worry. 

Inevitable soundtrack:   Keith Urban: Only You Can Love Me This Way