Chapter Thirty-Five
White Ravens
Gage
The elevator ride to their floor felt longer than it should have.
Scar stood with his good shoulder leaning into the corner, posture rigid, radiating frustration.
Gage stood close enough to feel the heat coming off him, close enough to hear the way Scar’s breathing wasn’t quite normal yet.
Scar shifted, as if preparing to step out the moment the doors opened. “I’ll see you at the ass-crack of dawn. Try to get some sleep, okay?”
It sounded like a decision made to save face, not a real desire to be alone.
Gage crowded him until Scar’s back was pressed against the elevator wall.
“Stay with me,” he said, not asking.
“Gage…”
He tipped his head, voice lower, softer, “Let me kiss it and make it better.”
For a second, Scar didn’t move.
“You’re not supposed to say shit like that, Saint.”
“Mm, are you saying no?”
Scar was silent until the elevator doors opened, then muttered, “Okay.”
He navigated through his space easily, with Scar following.
“Bathroom’s to the left,” Gage said. “Towels and toiletries are on the second shelf.”
Scar hummed in acknowledgment, and Gage waited for the door to click shut.
He changed into sleep pants and a soft shirt, then laid a tank top and a pair of cotton lounge shorts on the bed for Scar.
In his kitchen, he let out a long exhale, curling his fingertips around the edge of the counter as if it could keep him from freaking out.
He was still wired from the field, full of that wild, protective energy. But underneath, something more intense was rising, and it scared him how much he wanted to do something about it.
He put together a small fruit-and-cheese plate since he and Scar had missed the chance to have dinner and set it on the nightstand.
The shower shut off, and a moment later, Scar stepped out.
The heat of the shower and the scent of his own soap came out behind him, filling the room in a way that made Gage’s stomach tighten.
He pointed at where he’d put the plate and forced his voice to stay even. “Are you hungry?”
Scar paused. “A little, I guess. Are these shorts for me?”
“Um, yeah if—” He tipped his head toward the sound of water droplets hitting his hardwood floor, before his eyes widened. “Are you naked?”
Scar’s silence was all the answer he needed.
Lord help me.
His breath hitched, and his heart began to hammer so fast he thought he’d hyperventilate.
He was remembering their last time alone, how he’d explored Scar’s body, tracing lines of muscle, hard ridges, and sharp edges formed by hard living.
His fingers twitched at his side with an urge to reach and confirm what his imagination was painting so vividly.
“I sleep naked. I don’t like restrictions.”
“That’s, uh… Sure, that’s fine. To each his own.” Gage cringed.
He rolled his eyes behind his glasses at his idiocy. He’d been going for nonchalant, but the high pitch in his voice ended up making him sound the opposite.
“You still want me to sleep with you?” Scar’s voice was deep and seductive.
“My bed is big enough for five people. You can sleep in it…with…me if you want.”
Naked.
Gage’s face was warm. The silence that followed only made the heat spread down his throat to his chest.
Scar walked across the room and Gage heard the mattress dip under his weight.
He’s in my bed, he’s in my bed. Naked!
Gage approached cautiously and sat on the edge, feeling awkward as hell.
He reached out and found Scar’s wrist, his forearm then his shoulder.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked quietly. “You took the Ace wrap off.”
“Fuck this shoulder,” Scar muttered.
Gage brushed his fingertips over the scrapes on Scar’s knuckles. “You don’t have to be tough with me.”
Scar’s breath changed. “I don’t know how to be anything else.”
“Yes, you do,” he said. “You’ve already proved it.”
Scar went still when Gage shifted closer, leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his jaw.
“I uh…I…” Gage stuttered. “I wanted, um…”
Gosh, I sound stupid.
Scar skimmed his fingers under the hem of his shirt, teasing his skin. “You wanted what?”
Gage swallowed.
“You want more. Don’t you?” Scar whispered.
Yes, please!
Scar wove his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him tighter. “You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Saint.”
Gage removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Scar guided him back onto the pillows, crawled up his body, and settled between his thighs.
Gage almost came just from that small amount of contact.
“I wanted us to talk and get to know each other more…before…this,” Scar said roughly.
“I know…and we will. We have time.” Gage arched and moaned as Scar’s hardness nudged his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Scar kissed him, slow and sweet, took his lower lip gently and released it, then delved back in again, deeper.
The kiss made Gage’s body go quiet in some places and loud in others. Warmth spread from his mouth down his throat into his chest, then lower, a gradual spill of desire that left his skin too aware.
He tasted Scar back, relishing the combination of wintergreen toothpaste, the metallic tang from his split lip, and the potency of his strength.
“Touch me,” Scar said roughly. “I wanna feel the hands that just broke men’s bones, and chopped off the king’s arm, all over me.”
The way Scar spoke made him feel as strong as every other Raven and worthy of standing at his side as his partner.
In the dark, touch became everything.
Gage slid his hands down the sculpted planes of Scar’s back, tracing the old wounds, learning him his way while giving him what he asked for.
Scar gripped the bottom of Gage’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth motion, before he drug his nose down the curve of his throat.
“You always smell so fuckin’ sweet, and your skin is too soft.” The deep rawness in Scar’s voice scraped over his sensitive skin like gravel. “Then you did that shit tonight.”
Scar tilted his hips and pressed down on him, squeezing his cock between them, the pressure sending another sharp rush up his spine.
“I can’t stop thinking about the explosion and you appearing in that doorway,” Scar said. “Hooded, in all white, like some angelic hitman.”
Gage had to take a few breaths before he could speak.
“I vowed to myself that if I became a Raven, I wouldn’t kill, that I wouldn’t hurt for the sake of hurting…but that was before they took you.”
Scar kissed him. “So I, uh…belong to you.”
“Yes. And I you.”
Scar stilled a moment before he began to move on top of him in a slow, lazy rhythm, unaware of the madness he was causing.
“Talk to me,” Scar gritted, as if every word cost him effort to keep it gentle.
Gage answered with a moan.
“Do I feel good on top of you?”
Scar drove his hips upward in a way that stroked Gage’s cock to the tip and back down.
It was so good he had to clench his jaw to keep from yelling out.
“Tell me.”
Did Scar seriously want him to talk? Now? How?
His mouth was dry and useless, his tongue stuck to the roof of it while his thoughts scrambled for words.
Scar began grinding his hips in a circle, the muscles in his back rolling beneath Gage’s palms.
Gage held his breath as he inched his shaking hands lower down Scar’s back until he got to the swell of his ass. He slid his fingers along the damp strands of hair clinging to Scar’s skin, imagining them water-darkened and slicked straight.
Gage gasped as Scar rolled his hips again. The thin material of his lounge pants did little to dull the sensation of Scar’s hard cock against his.
Scar took both his wrists in his hand and pinned his arms above his head, pressing them into the pillow.
Heat slammed through him so strong it made him dizzy.
He shouldn’t like this—being held down, pinned—but his body pulsed at the helplessness of it, at the strength in Scar’s grip.
It made something sexy and dark in him unfurl.
He bucked his hips as his cock leaked.
“Tell me you like this?” Scar licked a searing path across Gage’s lips.
“I like it,” he whispered.
“Tell me you want more?”
Gage thrust his hips upward.
Scar traced a slow path down his throat, licking him in unhurried strokes.
When his mouth latched onto his nipple and sucked, a jolt shot through him so powerful it made the dark behind his eyes flare white.
His moan was raw and desperate, but it felt too good to give a damn.
He was on the edge and knew he didn’t have long before he came in his pants.
“Scar…I’m…I’m…”
Scar let go of his wrists and reached into the waistband of his lounge pants before dragging them down his thighs.
Scar captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue inside while he gripped both of their shafts, snapping his pelvis forward.
The vulgar drag of skin on skin made him damn near delirious.
He could feel the veins of Scar’s thick cock pulsing along his own length, the pressure building a fire in his groin that spread through him like wildfire.
“You feel that? That’s all for you,” Scar groaned.
The intense pressure made him writhe and buck under Scar’s weight, as he pumped faster, his grip tight and firm, sliding from base to head with each pull, the lewd sounds of their damp flesh filling the room.
Gage shook, his entire body tensing so hard he began to fear his own climax.
This was ten times hotter, stronger, more intense than what they’d done before.
Gage caught Scar’s face in both hands before slipping his fingers into his long, wet hair. He held on tight as if it were the only thing keeping him together.
His and Scar’s cocks throbbed together, slick with an excessive amount of pre-cum that made each grind smoother, hotter, and just more, until it was too much.
He let out a sharp cry, slamming his head back into the pillow as the tension coiled tight in his belly, and his balls drew up tight.
“That’s it, sexy,” Scar murmured against my ear. “I could spend all night watching you come apart.”
Scar shifted his weight and changed the angle of his hips. His rhythm was faster, relentless, his cock pulsing hard in Scar’s grasp.
A cracked, breathless sound tore from his chest as hot spurts of cum flooded warm between them, uncontrollable lust slamming into him again and again.
Scar didn’t stop stroking through Gage’s release, his hand even more tight and wet, until his own cock jerked and thick ropes of Scar’s seed spread over his stomach.
Scar collapsed onto him, his grip loosening, their cocks still pressed together and twitching in the aftermath.
Scar cleaned them up, then got back in bed—still naked—and pulled him tight into his side.
In the dark, with the building quiet and the War Room far away, he stayed wrapped around Scar, touching, kissing lazily, learning and breathing each other in, until his body finally stopped vibrating.