Chapter Eight #2
“Let’s give it a little life.” Zeus pulled out his phone and opened an app on his device for the building’s smart system. He found a playlist of love songs and got the music going.
Tracker smiled as the air filled with sound.
Zeus made the gap between them disappear.
He drew Tracker into a slow dance. Zeus closed his eyes as he molded against his other half.
It would be hard for anyone to understand what Tracker meant to him.
Zeus couldn’t do enough to spoil him. The fact that Tracker had never sexualized him hadn’t made Zeus addicted to some sort of wanting what he couldn’t have.
Tracker was his peace. He let Zeus feel human.
Where they came from, humanity didn’t exist. Tracker was the only person Zeus wanted to crave him, because his desire was genuine. They were real.
Tracker’s hand ran down Zeus’s body, lovingly stroking him. “I love you. I know I keep saying that, but I’m so, so in love with you. These overwhelming emotions have always been inside me, but I didn’t recognize what I felt. Now I can’t believe I missed it, and nothing I say sounds big enough.”
Zeus could cry. He was that moved. “You’re not alone. I can’t get enough. You own my every thought. Honestly, you have for a long time, but I didn’t want to admit it and lose you.”
Tracker kissed his neck. “You can’t lose me.”
Zeus sucked in a shaky breath. His body ached from just that light brush of lips on his skin. He wanted to beg Tracker to keep going. Zeus didn’t beg.
Tracker’s hands found their way beneath Zeus’ shirt.
“Please?” The quiet plea poured from him. There was no holding back the neediness. It seemed he would beg after all.
“Tell me what you need.” Tracker kissed the shell of his ear. “I’d do anything for you. Anything to you.”
Zeus’ knees weakened. Tracker wasn’t the seducer. Each day, Tracker came more and more out of his shell. He did that for Zeus. Zeus was the only man alive to get this piece of Tracker. His trust in Zeus and the safety he obviously felt with Zeus was beautiful.
“There’s still a little time until opening and no one needs me for that. How do you feel about trying out a playroom with me?”
It was a risky move. Tracker wasn’t like Zeus.
He needed time to adjust to a life of play.
Tracker didn’t respond immediately, but neither did he freeze or run.
It was as if he took the request to heart and gave it the consideration he felt the moment deserved.
When he responded, his words hurt Zeus’ chest. “I don’t want to disappoint you.
You’re an expert with tons of training I don’t have.
Maybe this’ll be the thing that makes you realize I’m not enough. ”
Zeus stopped dancing. All he could do was stare at Tracker. “Why would you even say that?”
Tracker’s shoulder lifted in an uncomfortable-looking half shrug.
His gaze slid away. “Considering your vast choices, being with me is you settling.” His focus jumped back to holding Zeus’ stare, as if needing Zeus to see he was serious.
“I keep expecting you to realize that and try to let me down gently.”
Zeus felt his features harden. He wouldn’t tolerate this doubt from Tracker. Not now. Not when they were so close to solidifying this beautiful thing they had together. He had thought Tracker understood.
In one quick motion, Zeus bent and tossed Tracker over his shoulder. He headed for the nearest playroom. Tracker didn’t make a sound. Zeus kicked the door closed behind them in the first room he came to. “I know I did something yesterday to make you doubt yourself and me, but fuck this bullshit.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Tracker sounded completely calm and not at all like he was over Zeus’ shoulder.
Zeus set Tracker on his feet. He pulled his shirt up and over his head. Zeus tossed it aside, grasping to hang on to his temper. They were too close to forever for Tracker to doubt him. “Let’s do this.”
Tracker shifted from one foot to the other. He scratched the side of his nose. “Um. Do what?”
Zeus was furious. Tracker’s calm only made his anger worse.
“Don’t play dumb. I love you. You’re the only person for me.
Nobody makes me hard the way you do. I’ve never let anyone fuck me, but I’d beg you.
I did beg you. How many people do you think have ever heard me say please?
If you think you’re such a disappointment, what does it say about me that I’d plead for your touch? Do you think I’m desperate?”
“Of course I don’t think that.”
There was the outrage Zeus wanted to see.
Tracker’s eyes flashed with it. Zeus couldn’t stop pushing.
He was too pissed off. “You obviously do believe that. You’re the one who said I’m settling.
If I’m so damn deprived, show me how you’re failing me.
Prove you’re not worth my whole future. If you think so little of yourself, or me, the playrooms are about to open.
Send in the person you’d choose for me. Watch the goddamn door, Tracker.
Look at every face that passes and choose.
I’m not spending my life with this dumbass thought in your head, waiting to destroy us.
You said you’d do anything for me. Choose this hypothetical better man. ”
The entire time Zeus ranted, he watched Tracker getting closer to snapping. His chest rose and fell like he fought for control. Tracker never lost his temper. Zeus didn’t know why he kept pushing. He was so fucking furious, even he couldn’t believe how far he was taking this.
He yanked open the door and pointed toward the front entry. “Choose.”
Tracker crossed the room and slammed the door, nearly hitting Zeus with it in the process. He backed Zeus against the closed door, going nose to nose with him. “Say it again.” The way Tracker’s nostrils flared was hot as hell. “Tell me you want me to find you someone else. I fucking dare you.”
Zeus was so hard, he couldn’t think. All his blood was pulsing in his cock. “If you can’t do the job?” Zeus gave a careless shrug. He needed this unseen side of Tracker. If Tracker didn’t lose his shit now, this would eat him alive and haunt their relationship until Tracker’s doubt destroyed them.
Tracker snagged Zeus’ jaw and hauled him forward. His mouth slammed down on Zeus’s. A moan vibrated from Zeus’ soul. He had always known Tracker had this guy inside him. He had more confidence than he realized. Zeus needed Tracker to embrace the power he held over Zeus.
Tracker tore his mouth away and shoved away from Zeus. “Strip.”
Fuck. Zeus’ cock leaked. He silently did as ordered while Tracker watched with his arms crossed over his chest. It was obvious his rage hadn’t abated at all.
The moment Zeus was nude, Tracker pointed toward the wall. “Face the wall. Palms flat and ass out.”
Goosebumps skittered across his skin. He followed Tracker’s instructions without argument.
Zeus fully recognized he had gone too far.
He had no idea what he would’ve done if Tracker had called his bluff.
It was beyond rare for Zeus to lose his temper like that.
Now he had to deal with the consequences of goading Tracker into being furious.
The temptation to look over his shoulder was massive.
He heard Tracker’s belt loosen. Zeus shivered with anticipation.
Before he could guess at Tracker’s intentions, a solid blow landed across his ass with the belt. Pre-cum ran down Zeus’ erection.
“Apologize to me.”
“I’m sorry.” The words were barely a whisper. He was too turned on to speak.
Another blow landed. “You wanted me to find someone else for you to fuck.” He gave Zeus another lick. It felt like Tracker fucking meant it. “How fucking dare you make me love you and then demand someone else.”
“That’s not—” Another lash landed, cutting him off.
“Don’t talk back. You are mine. I will kill anyone who touches you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Zeus was always the sir. He submitted to no one. Tracker was the exception to every rule. He needed Tracker to realize that.
Another tap landed, except this time, it was Tracker’s hand, and the blow didn’t hurt. “Tell me you’re sorry and mean it this time.”
Zeus fought for air. He thought he might come with the barest touch from Tracker. Zeus was completely convinced one good slap would send him flying. “I’m so sorry, angel. I might’ve lost my temper, but I’d never touch anyone else. You’re the only man for me.”
Tracker smoothed his hand down Zeus’ ass cheek. His lips brushed Zeus’ shoulder. “I still want to hurt you. You make me fucking crazy. If you ever decide you want someone else, you’d better kill me. Otherwise, I’ll make the sickest serial killer look like Santa. Do you understand?”
Oh, he got it. Tracker wasn’t some guy making idle threats.
Despite his calm demeanor, Tracker was a killer.
Just as Zeus had been trained to seduce and eliminate, Tracker had been taught to hack and destroy.
He could kill anyone just as easily as any other member of his chosen family.
At that moment, Zeus fully believed Tracker’s every threat, and he couldn’t be more aroused.
Tracker’s mouth moved from Zeus’ shoulder to the spot between his shoulder blades.
Zeus sounded like he sucked air through a straw. “Yes.” The shaky-sounding whisper was a plea from his soul. His dick jumped.
Tracker gently held Zeus’ hips. He slowly drew Zeus’s lower body farther from the wall. Tracker’s lips continued lower, kissing every bump of Zeus’ spine.
Zeus was so goddamn turned on, he couldn’t control his mouth. “For real, baby. I’m so sorry. You just drive me insane doubting us. Doubting me. I don’t understand why you don’t believe me when I say you’re the only hands I want. The only dick I want.”
Tracker bit his ass cheek.