Chapter 56
“Do you think we’ll get Cortez this time?” Dylan asked as he followed Royce into his room. They’d returned to the barracks after leaving the hospital and were on standby for the call to go after Cortez.
Royce closed the door before he answered. “I know we will. And I’m going to make him pay for what he did to you,” he said with his eyes hardening behind his balaclava.
“I’m fine,” Dylan assured him.
“But you almost weren’t.”
Dylan tucked his fingers into Royce’s waistband, using the hold to playfully push him back and forth. “You going to go after everyone who hurts me?” he asked with a teasing grin.
“Damn right I will,” Royce answered, both his tone and expression still fierce. “If you don’t kill them first, I’ll be right behind you to put them down as painfully as possible.”
Dylan breathed a laugh and stepped in close to nuzzle his face into Royce’s chest. “You say such sweet things.”
“Only to you,” Royce said as he loosely looped his arms around Dylan’s waist.
Dylan raised his head and looked into his lover’s eyes. They were softly glowing. “I’m glad.”
Royce smiled and started to lean down for a kiss.
“Wait. Will you take this off?” Dylan asked with his thumbs brushing the hem of the balaclava.
“For you? Always.”
Royce stood still and let Dylan roll the head covering up and off.
He’d seen Royce’s face several times now. But each reveal made the breath catch in his throat. Royce was a beautiful alpha. But it wasn’t his rugged, masculine beauty that made his breath catch. It was the fact that Royce was comfortable enough with him to let him see his face. And every time it happened, his heart melted a little bit more.
Dylan ran his fingers through the tousled blond strands he’d uncovered. Then he gently tugged on them to get Royce back into position for their interrupted kiss. Their lips came together lightly, reminding him of that tentative first kiss in Alaska.
Still holding on to his waist, Royce urged him closer. He deepened the kiss, the intensity of it growing in gradual stages until they were kissing hot and heavy. Their hands came into play, roaming all over each other, groping, squeezing. Dylan cupped Royce’s cock at the same time Royce gripped his ass and hauled him even closer. Dylan gasped into his lover’s mouth. From the heated look Royce was giving him, Dylan knew what he wanted. He wanted it too.
“Do we have time?” he asked as Royce trailed kisses down the side of his throat.
“Yeah. But we’ll have to be fast.”
“Let’s go then.”
Dylan pulled out of his embrace. They both quickly stripped out of their clothes, dropping everything on the floor. As soon as they were naked, they were in each other’s arms again. They fell into bed together, rolling back and forth in a lighthearted fight for dominance. Dylan lost both the fight and his higher brain functions when Royce gripped his cock and stroked it from root to tip.
He went still, a husky moan escaping his throat. His eyes were drawn to Royce’s big hand wrapped so tightly around his cock, sliding up and down the length, thumb tapping the head. In no time at all, Dylan was reduced to a puddle of quivering muscles and soft pleas. He needed Royce inside him now .
Raising his knees in the air, he gripped them and held them spread open wide, blatantly offering himself to his lover. He knew his hole was soft and wet by the scent of his slick in the air.
“Fuck me, alpha,” he demanded in a throaty whisper.
A low growl rumbled deep in Royce’s broad chest as he stared between Dylan’s spread legs. “I’ll fuck you,” he said, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp fangs. “Fuck you good.”
He wedged himself into the open space between Dylan’s thighs. Royce leaned down, the dog tags around his neck swinging loose with the movement. They brushed against Dylan’s with a metallic clink. The sound reminded him that they were soldiers. Soldiers in love. They weren’t supposed to be together like this — an officer and an enlisted. But nothing , not even the Legion’s fraternization rules, could have stopped them from coming together once they realized they were meant for each other.
Dylan put a hand over their tags, pressing them together over his heart just as Royce pressed the head of his cock to his entrance and pushed in. A groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest, Royce sank in until Dylan held his entire shaft within him.
“Ah!” Dylan gasped once Royce was seated to the hilt. The stretch and sense of fullness from his lover’s thick cock made his own cock twitch and leak pre-cum onto his belly.
Royce began to move, pulling back then fucking deep into him with rolling thrusts of his hips. Dylan let go of their tags to reach up and hold on to Royce’s broad shoulders. He pulled him down until all two hundred plus pounds of that hard, muscled body lay on top of him, crushing him into the mattress.
The sounds of lust — the wet squelch of his slick, the pounding slap of Royce’s body against his, and their harsh breathing filled the room. Shaking with pleasure, Dylan clenched his inner muscles which made Royce breathe out a curse.
“ Fuck .”
Royce kissed him passionate and deep — tongue stroking his, fangs nipping his lip, a rough growl pouring from him into Dylan’s mouth. He pushed his arms beneath Dylan to hold him even closer. Dylan took it a step further and wrapped his legs around Royce’s waist.
They were pressed skin to sweat-slick skin, tightly wrapped around each other, the musk of their sex heavy in the air. Dylan was wonderfully overwhelmed with the way Royce’s body was all over him, inside him. As he panted and shivered from the deluge of sensations, he was suddenly struck with a new urge.
Dylan restlessly shifted on the bed. Royce looked at him, his eyes glowing — dark amber lit by fire. Without Dylan saying a word he somehow knew exactly what he wanted.
“Want to present for me?”
Dylan nodded. He’d never felt the urge to do this for his previous sexual partners. But now he felt as if he had to do it.
Royce immediately stopped and pulled out of him with a wet slide. He rose up on his knees and crossed his arms over his chest. “Present for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes, alpha,” Dylan said softly. He moved to do as he was told, the submission feeling natural and right.
Ice remained still and watchful, letting Dylan turn around and get up on all fours on his own. Once he was in position, he sank down onto his elbows, lifting his ass high in the air. Offering himself to his alpha in this way, in this moment, was more than a sex position. Dylan could feel that something momentous was about to happen. Could sense it from the way his blood thrummed in his veins.
“Look at you, submitting to me so sweetly,” Royce said as he caressed Dylan’s hips.
Royce stretched across Dylan’s back and planted his big fists on the mattress next to his head, completely covering him with his bigger body. In the next heartbeat, he slid back in to Dylan with a single hard thrust.
Dylan moaned low and throaty as his alpha started to fuck him again. It felt good, but he also felt safe and secure. Hours from now he would be in life-threatening danger. But here in this moment, tucked beneath his powerful alpha, he was protected from everything. And his omega instincts were going wild with how much he loved it, releasing a flood of happy, pleased pheromones into the air.
Royce nuzzled into his neck, breath puffing hot over his skin. Dylan shivered when he slowly licked over his mating gland.
“Want to bite you,” Royce mumbled as he nipped at his throat. “Make you mine.”
“It’s against the rules for Legion shifters to mate without permission.” Dylan pointed out the regulation to his lover. But he didn’t tell Royce not to bite him. He tilted his head to the side, granting him easier access.
Royce growled. “Fuck the rules.”
Dylan smiled. He didn’t give a fuck about the rules either. Not when it came to being claimed by the man he loved. He looked back over his shoulder at Royce. “Claim me, alpha. I’m yours.”
Royce wrapped his arms around Dylan’s chest and raised him up until they were both on their knees with Dylan’s ass settled in Royce’s lap. Royce lowered his face to the curve where Dylan’s shoulder met his neck. He licked over the mating gland there before he sucked on it. At the tug of Royce’s lips on that sensitive patch of skin, Dylan felt a shivery pull from there all the way down to his navel.
“Ready?” Royce whispered the question with his lips pressed to Dylan’s ear.
Dylan nodded. “Yes.” He wanted his alpha’s bite more than anything. Royce kissed back down his neck. When he reached the spot that would bind them together as mates, Dylan went still, waiting with bated breath. Kisses as gentle as the brush of butterfly wings tickled his skin. Then sharp teeth bit into his flesh.
“Ah!” Dylan cried out, back arching as a shock wave of pleasure rippled through him.
Royce growled again. He bit harder, tightening his hold on Dylan at the same time. With his alpha’s fangs deep in his body, Dylan could feel Royce inside him in a way that went past the physical penetration of his cock and fangs. It was as if Royce’s Instinct brushed against his own, their souls touching and connecting as the mating bond began. But the bond was only partially formed.
Royce pulled both his fangs and his cock from Dylan’s body. He turned Dylan around, manhandling him into the position he wanted him in. On his lap, with his legs wrapped around his waist.
Face to face, Dylan could see how the mating bite had affected the alpha. The pale skin over his cheekbones was flushed red with passion and his eyes glowed brighter than ever. He looked triumphant, as if he’d won the greatest victory. Yet at the same time, he gazed at Dylan with adoration and love shining in those fierce brown eyes.
“Bite me,” Royce ordered.
Dylan had never been so happy to follow an order from a superior. He leaned forward and sank his canines into Royce’s mating gland, biting down hard to make sure he marked the alpha as his mate.
Royce groaned, a shudder wracking his large frame. “That’s it, sweetheart. Mark me.”
Royce’s very essence spilled into Dylan’s mouth. He tasted of power and warmth and intelligence. All traits that made the alpha who he was. It was a heady rush to know his mate this intimately. Wanting to enjoy it a little longer, he held the bite a few seconds past when the bond had fully formed. When he finally released it, he licked the drops of blood and gland secretions away from Royce’s throat.
“My mate,” Royce whispered in his ear. “ Mine .”
“Yes,” Dylan promised. “I’m yours and you are mine.”
They kissed to further seal their bond, the blood and secretions on their lips and tongues mixing together in a taste that was uniquely them. No one else in the world would ever experience it.
They still hadn’t come yet, so Royce began moving again. Hands on Dylan’s waist, he raised him up then brought him back down at the same time he thrust his hips up. He repeated the move, using his strength to push them closer and closer to climax.
Dylan looped his arms around Royce’s neck and held on tight as his alpha bounced him on his cock. His head fell back on his shoulders and he moaned to the ceiling as his coming orgasm built with spine tingling pleasure. With every thrust, the stiff rod of his alpha’s shaft brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. His stomach muscles clenched tight and his cock throbbed, aching for release. He was about to come untouched.
“Alpha,” he breathed out. “I’m almost there. Please.”
At his plea, Royce fucked him harder and faster, yanking him down on his cock every time he thrust up.
“My mate,” he said with his lips pressed to Dylan’s throat. “Come for me.”
He bit Dylan’s mating gland again and Dylan exploded. Toes curling, mouth open to let out a desperate cry, he came, his cock shooting out streams of cum to wet them both.
“Love you, Dylan,” Royce gritted out from between clenched teeth as he fucked him through it. “So damn much!”
Royce roared as he came too, deep inside him in a hot rush. His arms tightened around Dylan in a crushing hug. But Dylan didn’t mind. He needed the hold to keep from shaking apart.
They clung to each other as they shuddered and groaned their way through their shared climax, hips occasionally moving to steal another pulse of pleasure.
When their release began to fade into the soft waves of post orgasm bliss, they remained in the tightest embrace, whispering words of praise and love to each other. Their climax had come to an end. But now they were forever bonded as mates.