Chapter 15
Something was seriously wrong with him.
Rue had problems.
Only someone certifiable would be able to get off while some mimic creature called out in his dead mother’s voice.
But his whole body was on fire, his ass greedily clinging to Ryker’s fingers, desperately trying to pull them in deeper where he needed it the most.
“Tell me about how you snuck into my bedroom,” he flipped the script on Ryker, not even realizing, curiosity getting the best of him. Definitely something wrong, because instead of being angry, he’d found relief in the Black Hart’s confession.
He’d been feeling guilty over all the wet dreams about him he’d been having, but now Rue knew the source. Knew that he wasn’t the only one affected all those nights they were under the same roof.
“How’d you do it?” he asked.
“Sometimes I pulled your cheeks apart and came over your crease,” Ryker told him.
“Other times I’d flip you onto your back and cream your dick and balls.
Really mess you up. Seeing your walk of shame the next morning was my favorite part.
How your face heated when we made eye contact.
How you fidgeted in your seat across the table from me. ”
“That’s…”
“Diabolical?” Ryker supplied. “Illegal?”
“Hot.” The Black Hart’s fingers stilled inside of him and Rue made a sound of protest.
“You weren’t like this in the rose garden,” Ryker said with a chuckle. “You were bold, yes, but not demanding.”
“Please, I just need it to stop.”
Ryker tensed, and Rue realized his mistake.
“No, no! Not you!” He flung out an arm, blindly pointing in the direction of the window where his voice was still being called. “That! Drown it out. Wreck me!”
“Wreck you?” Ryker let out a low whistle and then his fingers were gone. The blunt tip of his full cock replaced them a second later, and he adjusted his stance behind Rue, clearly taking more time with it on purpose to draw the moment out.
“Ryk!” He wasn’t above begging, but at the last minute, he realized there was a better way to get the Black Hart to give him what he craved the way he craved it.
“Kind of feels like that creature out there has more stamina than you. It’s been going hard for like ten minutes, meanwhile you still haven’t even—” his sentence cut off on a curse when Ryker entered him in one fierce thrust.
That massive cock seemingly tore through him, the pain bright and electric, delicious in the way it was mixed with an intense pleasure that momentarily had his hearing going out.
He gasped as the Black Hart wasted no time, not even giving him a second to adjust, pounding him into the table like a madman.
The sound of Ryker’s hips slapping against his ass echoed in the room, his pace quick and ferocious. He didn’t hold back, didn’t seem to care if he was hurting him in the process.
Like that night in the rose garden.
When he’d rolled them over and took control, and completely and totally dominated Rue.
He’d found bits of grass in his hair the next morning.
But that had been with Ryder.
How could they be so similar in bed?
“Ryker?” he didn’t even try to hide his sudden burst of confusion.
In response, the other man dropped over him, pinning him more securely to the table even as he continued to wildly fuck into him. His teeth found the rise of Rue’s right shoulder and he nipped at him, then moved over to the other, repeating the light bite.
Rue had been drunk that night, but he still remembered the details.
“You…?” It was the same. The same move. What were the odds?
Ryker bit his earlobe and then sucked, burying himself deep and grinding against him, forcing his way in as far as he could go and causing Rue to lift onto his toes in the process.
“Tell me what it feels like,” Ryker instructed. “Does it feel familiar?”
That sounded like…He shook his head, mostly at himself, not wanting to allow his hopes to get up.
“No?” Was that disappointment in the Black Hart’s tone?
“Wait,” Rue said. He needed to think. “Wait. I—”
“You wanted me to take you,” he reminded, lips dropping to the side of Rue’s throat. He kissed him and then sucked, the pressure causing zaps of electricity seemingly straight to Rue’s dick. Ryker chuckled. “Like that, sweetheart? Want me to do it again?”
“Ryker.”
“You said my name a total of twenty-three times that night,” he divulged. “I counted. Every time you did, I rewarded you, do you remember?”
“…Ryker?”
“Yeah, just,” he drove into him and pressed Rue’s head down, thumb pushing against the tender hicky he’d just left on his neck, “like that.”
“Holy shit.”
“Catch on yet, baby?”
“It was you?” Rue tried to get up, but Ryker wasn’t having it. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I want to look at you.”
“I’m enjoying this position.” His cock pounded into him as if to emphasize.
“Ryker.”
He clamped down on that spot just beneath his ear and sucked even harder than the first time, causing Rue’s hips to jerk.
“Ryker!” Rue’s eyes rolled back as he moaned, that spot deep within him hit over and over again. It still felt like he was being stretched apart, forced open and gaping as Ryker’s cock dominated and ruled him. “Ryker!”
“Louder so that thing can hear you properly,” the Black Hart demanded, moving to another spot on his neck and giving him another love bite.
Rue’s toes curled in his sneakers and he cried out, nails scraping off the polished coating over the surface of the table, leaving streaks behind. “Ryker!”
“Tell me it’s always been me.”
“Always!” Words poured out of him, and he was only half aware he was even speaking. “It’s always been you! Only you! Ryker, please!”
“What’s wrong? Want to come, baby?”
“Gods, yes!”
“Not yet.” Viciously, he pulled free of him, laughing when Rue screamed in frustration.
Then he yanked him off the table and threw him onto the ground, grabbing Rue beneath both knees and folding them up practically to his ears.
Ryker’s cock reentered without any more warning than that, easily picking up the same brutal pace from before.
He fucked him hard enough to leave bruises, contorted Rue’s body to his liking without asking, teeth flashing as he grinned down at him, looking more satisfied than Rue had ever seen him before.
Rue’s neglected dick bobbed between them, slapping against his stomach with each mind-bending thrust, splattering droplets of precome everywhere. For the first time, he recalled he wasn’t naked.
“My clothes!” Rue reached to pull it out of the way, worried about it getting noticeably dirty, but Ryker beat him to it.
The Black Hart let go of one leg to shove the material up, bunching it beneath Rue’s chin. His mouth instantly found Rue’s left nipple, sucking and licking at it until he had him writhing and leaking even more. When he clamped down around it and tugged, Rue saw stars.
“It’s going to be like this from now on,” Ryker darkly promised. “Whenever I want you, you’re going to spread these delectable thighs and take me. Isn’t that right? Say it.”
“Yes!” He’d agree to anything so long as he was allowed to come.
“You aren’t running from me ever again, and if you do,” Ryker’s look was deadly, “I’ll hunt you down and fuck you until you can’t walk. Is that understood?”
“Yes! Yes!” He sobbed. “Ryk, please! I can’t take any more!”
“You’ve got a little left to give.”
“No, no, no!” Tears ran down his face. “I need to come!”
“And I need you to understand.” Ryker captured him by the jaw and held him still until he’d pried his eyes open and met his heated gaze. “You’re mine, Rue. You’ve always been mine. You’ll always be mine. No more running.”
He hiccupped. “No more running.”
The smile he gave him was disarming and thrilling all at once. “Good boy.”
Ryker grabbed onto his dick and started pumping in time with his thrusts.
It didn’t take long after that for the orgasm to crash over him. Rue tossed his head back and screamed until his throat went raw, colors flashing over his vision, muscles clenching and twitching.
The Black Hart shoved in so deep there was another flash of discomfort, but then he was reaching his own peak, emptying a hot load inside of Rue’s body that heated and filled him.
Rue clung to him all the while, pulling him in close and burying his face against the crook of Ryker’s neck. He cried through it, held on for dear life and let the tears flow freely, the impossible mix of overlapping emotions confusing his system.
It took a while before he realized the room had gone silent aside from their heavy breathing.
At some point, the creature had given up and left.
“I was going to take you into the foyer” Ryker told him softly, remaining still when Rue’s arms tightened around him, afraid he’d try to pull away now that they were finished. “I had the others go first so it’d be easier to maneuver. I never intended for us—”
“I know.” It’d been Rue’s choice. He was the one who’d come on to the Black Hart.
“Why’d you torture yourself like this?”
“To make a point.” He dropped his head finally, thudding against the hardwood floor, and met Ryker’s gaze.
“To show whatever is out there that they can’t control me.
Last night, you guessed that there’s a reason behind this, that someone is pulling strings to trick and trap us.
If that’s the case, I wanted to shut down any future attempts at using my mother’s voice to try and get to me. If I hadn’t…”
“You’re more afraid you’ll be forced to hear it again,” Ryker surmised. “What if this didn’t work, and you gave yourself to me for nothing?”
“According to you, there was nothing left to give,” he reminded, pondering for a moment before blurting, “Is it true? It really was you that night?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Ryker kissed his forehead. “It was me.”
“So…Ryder…?”
“Is a lying asshole.” He sighed and made to sit up, ignoring Rue’s protests. “Forget about that for now. We’ve got more important issues at the moment.”
“Maybe to you,” he stopped him, “but to me, this is the most important thing. I thought…”
“I know what you thought.”
He searched his face. “You believed it too.”