Chapter Eleven
T hey made it to the couch in Wrath’s home and for Rogue, that was a win.
He had wanted to fuck Wrath in the cab of his truck but had refrained, just barely.
He wanted…no, he needed to touch him. Yanking at the bottom of Wrath’s shirt, he yanked it over the man’s head.
With hungry hands, he caressed Wrath’s muscled chest and ripped abs, careful of the knife wound.
Slowly, he took Wrath’s mouth again and this time, he swept his tongue inside, tasting.
Wrath fisted the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it upward, keeping their mouths locked together. When the garment reached his neck, Rogue broke the kiss, tore the shirt off, and moved back in.
He reached around and cupped Wrath’s ass and squeezed before he slid his hands down farther and caught the back of the blond’s thighs and lifted.
Wrath’s legs wrapped around his waist.
“I hope to fuck you have supplies,” he muttered.
Wrath huffed a small snickering sound that was sexy as fuck.
“Who do you think you’re dealing with?” The man’s whispered words were accompanied by lips biting and sucking at his neck.
Wrath wiggled until Rogue was forced to put him down and he watched, fascinated, when Wrath trailed a hand down his own stomach and unbuttoned the tight black pants before peeling them and the black briefs beneath completely off.
Naked, Wrath was a beautiful sight. Beneath the white gauze wrapped around the man’s waist lay stitches. That scar wasn’t the only blemish on Wrath, and while each scar told its own story, they were also badges of survival against the odds.
Rogue caught the back of Wrath’s neck and tugged him closer. Another slow, aching kiss ensued. Rogue walked Wrath backward toward the bedroom door, all the while Wrath was jostling with his pants. They were both naked before they even reached the inside of the bedroom.
Grinding against Wrath, Rogue pushed the man back against the nearest wall with a low groan.
“Come on,” Wrath said, pushing him away before linking their fingers.
He was pulled toward the king-sized bed and with a quick stop at the side table, Wrath yanked open the drawer, grabbed condoms and lube, and slapped them down on top of the same small table.
Rogue had been just about ready to ease onto the bed when he was pulled away and into a bathroom that was about as big as the bedroom out there.
With a flip of the switch, Wrath changed the overhead lights to dim, sending a sexy soft glow through the room.
The beat of Gravity sung by Sara Bareilles swept through the room. The song was on low volume, but he heard it. He didn’t know Wrath was such a romantic.
“Ah, not that one,” Wrath muttered with a laugh and lifted the remote on the side table, but Rogue stayed his hand.
“Leave it,” Rogue said, drawing Wrath into his arms.
“No,” Wrath said with a husky laugh. “That is not our song.”
“We have a song?” Rogue couldn’t help but smirk when the sound of Perfect by Ed Sheeran started playing.
“Now, where were we?” Wrath tossed the remote with a clatter on the table and took his hand.
A hot tub sat off to one side and he thought that was the goal, but it was to the massive shower with black inlaid tile that Wrath pulled him to and flipped on the water.
With quick, efficient hands, Wrath removed the bandage and stepped beneath the warm water to beckon him with a come-hither look tossed over one shoulder.
Rogue could do nothing but follow with his gaze glued on Wrath’s flexing ass. The light dusting of hair on the man’s legs almost matched the color on his head. Blond strands fell just at the man’s shoulders, and Rogue stepped up to bury his face into the sexy mess.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t get involved with Wrath, a man who thought they were “perfect” together.
He pulled back from Wrath, causing the man to pause and search his gaze.
A lump grew in Rogue’s throat and Wrath seemed to sense his hesitation. With slow strokes, Wrath caressed his chest, then arms, and finally, the bunched muscles at his shoulders. All the while, Wrath brushed his naked skin against him, along with the sound of the water raining down and heavy steam filling the room, and Rogue was a goner.
The fight went out of him and with a low groan, he gave in.
Wrath kissed him as if his life depended on it, as if his kiss was the answer to his prayers—aching as if the man would die without his taste.
The song changed to Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur and the kiss turned wild and hungry and Rogue moaned into Wrath’s mouth.
Pulled beneath the water, the warm spray ended his overthinking. He was pushed against the cool tile and when Wrath sank to his knees and cupped his ass cheeks, Rogue sank his fingers into the man’s darkened and wet hair.
“Wrath…” he breathed the man’s name just as his cock was kissed.
Wrath glanced up and slowly slipped his warm wet mouth over the head of his cock. Rogue wanted to drive into Wrath’s mouth so badly that he shook. It took every ounce of willpower to stay still. Wrath laved at the crown, sending pulsing heat through his gut and balls.
His dick was sucked, laved, and consumed like never before and he was left on his toes when Wrath finally eased back. Gasping, he blinked open his eyes. He’d been on the verge of release, and he growled at being denied.
Wrath slipped up his body and aligned their cocks with a soapy hand.
“Sweet fucking hell,” he snarled and gripped Wrath’s hair in a savage fist. He closed his other hand around Wrath’s and squeezed their cocks together.
Their eyes met, gazes locked, and Wrath took his mouth in a hungry kiss just as Rogue felt his dick explode.
Wrath didn’t let up that tight twisting stroke and after another second, the man’s pupils blew wide. The cock in his hand pulsed and Wrath came with a low groan, breathing hard.
“That was to take the edge off,” Wrath murmured against his mouth and then grabbed the soap.
Rogue plucked the soap from the man’s hand and proceeded to wash them both, careful of Wrath’s wound.
Several minutes later, after toweling off and rewrapping Wrath’s stitches, Rogue’s back hit the bed and he was pushed flat.
Wrath was roaming up and over him. He wanted to be inside of Wrath on the one hand, but on the other, he wanted Wrath inside, taking him hard and fast.
The decision was taken out of his hands when Wrath slipped a condom on his hard, aching cock. Grabbing the lube, Wrath greased him up and straddled him.
Settling his hands on Wrath’s hips, Rogue gazed up into eyes that appeared the color of steel gray at the moment, but he knew they would change to pale blue in the sunlight.
With quick work, Rogue lubed up one hand and grabbed Wrath’s cock. He did a slow twisting jerk up and down, watching Wrath gasp and flex his head back. The man’s legs widened, knees slipped on the silky sheets, and then Wrath’s tight ass was sinking over his engorged cock.
Wrath was tight, so fucking tight and slick. Rogue squeezed the man’s cock tighter and jerked slowly as inch-by-inch, Wrath sank down onto his dick.
Seated, Wrath ground down on him and Rogue picked up the pace of his strokes on the man’s dick. The hands Wrath planted on his chest for balance were suddenly busy plucking at his nipples. Feeling his release coming, Rogue growled and sat up. He wrapped an arm around Wrath and power rolled them over.
His dick slipped out, but he was back inside without missing a beat. He lifted Wrath’s legs up and over his shoulders and then crowded closer to the man’s ass.
He didn’t want to blow yet; he wanted to savor every moment. Slowing, he leaned forward and took Wrath’s mouth in a slow kiss, matching the stroke of his cock to the thrusting of his tongue into the man’s mouth.
Wrath moaned his name and undulated beneath him before biting his mouth.
“You’re killing me,” Wrath rasped and slid his legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. The man’s heels dug into his ass and Rogue found his dick rammed in.
He lost it.
Hunger took over.
He pounded into Wrath’s ass hard and fast, taking them to the brink and then tossing them over.
Wrath groaned, grunted, and came between them just as Rogue released his load into the condom.
Gasping, he collapsed, trapping Wrath beneath him on the bed.
At that moment, he couldn’t have moved to save his life.
The nightmare came like clockwork and sent Rogue clawing out of a black box. With bloody hands, he stared at his missing fingernails. Only torn and bloody nail beds remained. Something was in his mouth, thick and gooey, making it impossible to breathe. He clawed at it with his bloody hands.
“Rogue?”
Was that voice Solomon’s? As bad as the nightmares were, having Solomon in them made them so much worse.
“Rogue!”
Gasping, he jerked upright, coming fully awake. Sweat drenched, the sheet fell to his waist. He glanced wildly around until his eyes landed on Wrath sitting up in bed next to him.
“You okay?” The blond’s hair was tussled in the faint glow coming from a night light in the wall. Concern etched Wrath’s handsome face.
“Yeah,” he croaked and wrapped the man up in his arms.
Wrath didn’t resist when he pulled him down to the bed. Rather than ask him questions, Wrath squeezed him tightly.
Rogue stared at a picture of a landscape on the far wall.
There would be no more sleep for him tonight, but he wasn’t quite ready to leave this man’s arms.
Not yet.