Chapter Fifty-Five
White Ravens
Gage
Gage had one thing on his mind when he rushed through the doors at headquarters.
Scar. Naked.
Jo had been concerned about the village’s security and requested they stay an extra three days to ensure no further retaliation, which made his and Scar’s no-touching rule feel like an eternity.
The staff was buzzing from the success of the mission and excited that all the Ravens were finally together.
Everyone wanted them to save the world, to fix all that was wrong, and he was all for it, but he refused to do anything else—no training, physical fitness, medical exams, or missions—until he was no longer a virgin.
Unquenched need twisted stronger inside him with every passing hour.
Now that they were back and only a few floors from his bed, his body thrummed with raw hunger, every nerve aware of Scar’s nearness and the intoxicating scent of sweat and gun oil that clung to his skin.
Their assistants—Rose, Joshua, Mina, and Calder—trailed behind them, voices overlapping as they rushed to debrief them.
“Gage, your latest retinal scan results came back, Dr. Rockwell wants—”
He waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “Not now, Rose.”
They reached the elevator just as the doors slid open.
Gage stepped in first, and Scar crowded close behind him—even that small amount of contact made his breath catch.
Their assistants piled in too, all four of them squeezing into the space.
“Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?” Scar gritted.
Gage couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up, laced with an irritated groan.
“Perfect timing, as always, Rose.”
“What?” she said innocently, wearing a shit-eating grin. “You don’t expect us to hike up all of those stairs, do you? We don’t have the stamina of a Raven, thank you very much.”
The others tried to hold in their snickering, but failed, as the elevator seemed to take longer than usual.
Finally, the doors dinged open on the third level, and the four of them stepped out.
“Have a good evening, boys,” Rose tossed over her shoulder.
The instant the doors shut, their bags hit the floor at the same time.
They slammed into each other, mouths fused in a kiss that was all fire and urgency.
Scar’s lips devoured his with a desperation that mirrored his own.
His hands were everywhere as Scar dug his fingers into his hips to pull him closer. He clutched at Scar’s shoulders, the solid muscle flexing under his palms.
Scar’s mouth broke from his just long enough to yank his collar aside to expose his throat. He dragged his tongue over his skin before he bit down hard enough to make him gasp.
Gage tipped his head back against the mirrored wall as Scar panted against him, licking and biting up his jaw before sealing their mouths together again.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Scar murmured, reaching down and squeezing his ass. “Missed touching you.”
Gage moaned in agreement as he slipped his hand between them and palmed the thick ridge of Scar’s cock straining against his zipper.
“Ah fuck,” Scar gritted.
The feel of that pulsing hardness sent a jolt straight to Gage’s core, the way it throbbed in reaction to his touch as if it were his to own.
Every stroke tightened his balls, making his thighs clench. He massaged it slowly, deliberately, reveling in the power of drawing such deep groans from Scar.
“I want all of this inside me,” he whispered against his husband’s lips, husky and unfiltered.
He worked the band loose from Scar’s hair, letting it fall down his back, before he threaded his fingers through soft strands.
Scar bucked his hips, a tremor running through him.
“You will… after I lick you everywhere. And I do mean…everywhere.”
It was a sexy-as-hell promise that made Gage’s body flush hot at the thought of Scar’s tongue in his—
The elevator dinged and the doors parted on their floor. They spilled into the hall in a tangle of limbs and laughter muffled against each other’s mouths.
Scar backed him against the wall and thrust his hips forward.
They kissed, sliding up and down the wall, Scar’s mouth trailing heat along his neck, then back to claim his lips with slow, deep sweeps of his tongue.
“I need to touch you. Right now,” he said, fumbling for Scar’s belt buckle.
He tugged at the leather and metal, his heart pounding in his ears.
Scar braced his hands on the wall over Gage’s head, keeping their foreheads pressed together.
He felt the buckle give before he lowered the zipper.
He wrapped his hand around Scar’s bare cock, hot, velvet-sheathed steel beating in his palm.
“Fuck, babe,” Scar breathed.
Gage stroked it from base to tip, a slick bead of pre-cum smearing under his thumb.
The thought of it stretching him wide made his own cock so hard it bordered on painful.
Scar groaned loud enough to be heard on the first floor as he thrust into his grip.
“Dammit…I’m gonna’ fuckin’ come if you keep that up,” Scar strained as he took another hungry kiss.
Gage poured everything he had into it, tangling his tongue with Scar’s, craving more of that unique flavor that was all warrior.
“Shit, shit, shit, stop,” Scar panted, stilling his hand with a gentle but firm grip. “We gotta get inside unless you want me to fuckin’ explode all over you right now.”
Gage licked Scar’s lips. “You make me ache when you talk like that, with that filthy mouth.”
Scar’s laugh was sinful. “I do, huh?”
He pulled his hand away reluctantly, with a tight slide that drew one last tortured groan from Scar.
“Thirty minutes,” Gage said, breathing hard. “Come to me in half hour.”
He didn’t want to wait another second, but remnants of the battle still clung to him. The three-minute showers they’d been allotted on mission hadn’t fully scrubbed the grime off his skin.
Scar broke away as if it physically hurt, and a few seconds later, he heard the door to his apartment open down the hall.
He gathered his bag—pulse still hammering—and hurried into his own place.