“We’ll make some calls and find replacements." Damien's tone was soft yet commanding; it was a strange contrast, but it gave Rhett some hope. But he had to be honest with him.
"I called around, and everyone is booked up already or not willing to work for me on this project." He dropped his head again and closed his eyes, feeling all kinds of defeated and not even caring that he was looking so damn pathetic in the presence of Damien Russo. He knew in his bones that Damien wasn’t the kind of man you lied to.
Damien stepped up closer, still caressing Rhett's lower back, and spoke close to his ear. Damien’s height advantage made it easy for him to lean over him. “I’ll make some calls.” His breath fanned Rhett’s cheek as it had before, and he breathed in the warmth and sweetness, losing himself for a moment in theman. Damien took Rhett’s hand and held it for a few seconds, and then raised it to his lips and kissed the palm. Things were escalating in a physical sense, and Rhett was there for it, body and soul.
Their eyes met, and it was all there in Damien's gaze, the attraction and the need he felt reflected back at him. Damien took his lips and kissed him hard while holding his chin in a firm grip. There was no pulling away, even if he wanted to, and he definitely did not want to.
It became clear that the attraction and the raging desire were not just his; Damien felt it as well. The realization brought a lightness and energy to him as the stress and betrayals of the day faded away in Damien’s arms.
He joined the kiss, opening and claiming all that Damien was offering. It grew increasingly intense, and the movements became desperate. Damien held him in place and took his lips in a deep, ravenous exploration. Rhett had never experienced something so fucking sensual and dominating. He was not a small man, and he was not usually handled so forcefully and so effortlessly that it was tantalizing as Damien moved him as if he weighed nothing.
The kiss broke, and they both struggled with a few ragged breaths, and then Damien roughly turned him back to face the bar. Rhett knew what was next, and his excitement skyrocketed. Damien's hand was pressing between his shoulder blades, bending him forward over the bar, and his other hand wrenched open Rhett's jeans and pulled them down, baring his ass to the cool night air.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes upon you.” Damien’s statement came out deep and gruff.
It wasn’t long before Rhett felt Damien’s hand massaging his flesh and pressing between to circle his tight entrance. There was lubricant, no idea where it came from, but he could feel the cool slick being spread and pressed.
He felt the moment that Damien’s expert fingers penetrated, sliding in and going deep and circling, stretching, and forcing him to relax. The breath was here at his ear, and the effect was calming, soothing, and comforting. Damien was playing him like a fine musical instrument.
Long, thick fingers plunged inside over and over, driving him mad with the sensations surging through him. He heard a zipper and then movement, and the fingers disappeared. He caught his breath for a second, and then the fingers were back, spreading and guiding. Then a hard warmth touched his entrance, gentle at first, hesitant for only a moment, and then he plunged inside. It was both stunning and satisfying at the same time.
The feel of Damien filling him and holding him, ramming that big cock inside repeatedly, stretching and molding him to accommodate. The stretch was an electric burn, and Rhett felt his body tremble with the sensations he was eliciting with the rapid thrust of his hard cock.
His right hand held him by the hip, and the other by the shoulder, touching and soothing, easing everything about the moment, but also intensifying every feeling. It was exactly what he needed, and it was what he needed from this man.
There was a firm, quick slap to his ass, and it stung just right, sending spikes of sharp sensations rippling through him. This was an erotic dream come true. He wanted it again, and then there was another quick slap, just enough to redden the skin and heighten the experience. This was heaven, letting thisman take control and just letting go. Tensions were gone, and a sense of euphoria was taking over.
He felt the build, the push, and the exquisite satisfaction reaching its pinnacle. Then Damien thrust inside, forceful and hard, going to the base and exploding in an exquisite release, filling him and setting his flesh and his very soul on fire. The connection was a flash burn, and his vision wavered for a second as he felt teeth bearing down on his throat. Damien was biting him, and it was amazing.
Damien's arms were around him, holding him up and pressing him hard to his chest as they both reached their peak and were now slowly coming down. Rhett had come in a burst when Damien's teeth sank into his flesh. There was a pinch of pain, and then that welcome euphoria rained down.
He lay his head back against Damien's shoulder, and they stood like that for a few seconds. Damien kissed his neck and then stepped back, slowly pulling out. He then pulled Rhett’s jeans back up, tucked him in, and fastened them.
Rhett leaned against the bar with both hands, and then suddenly Damien spun him around and kissed him hard and exactly. Damien was in control, and he was taking what he wanted. It was a seal of possession, a symbol of ownership, and it was mind-blowing. When he pulled back, he wore a smile so subtle it was barely there, but it spoke volumes.
"We'll handle this, Rhett. You'll have a crew by tomorrow." Damien dropped his right hand down to gently massage Rhett's ass. He was continuing to mark his territory, and somehow, Rhett understood. The room was cloaked in shadow as the night came fully upon them, but Rhett was hard-pressed to have the ambition to move. He just leaned his weight against Damien, who did not seem to have an issue with it.
"I should go home." He said, finally, although he didn't feel it.
“You will come home with me," Damien stated.
“I have work tomorrow.”
“You’ll be fine, come with me.” Damien's voice was compelling, and Rhett followed without further questions. Something was different; in the past few minutes, something had changed significantly. Rhett found himself thinking of things fanciful and slightly outrageous, but in his mind, they were taking on a sense of reality. Magic and monsters were appearing in his thoughts.
Was it from oxygen deprivation or the amazing sex? Did he just get his brain scrambled? These were the things he asked himself as weirdness invaded his world. Werewolves, vampires, a paranormal existence, it all came out of nowhere, but was taking hold in his consciousness. He shook his head and brought his focus to the man holding his hand and walking him across the back alley to the warehouse on the other side.
The door opened and then closed, and Rhett found himself in a place polished, grand, and unbelievable. The interior of the warehouse was like that of a grand hotel or a luxurious office building, nothing like the rough exterior; it was two different worlds.
“This is the Coven house," Damien stated, as if it were common knowledge.
“You live here?” Rhett asked.
“Yes, I am a member of the Rose Coven. The entire membership has apartments here, although some have properties elsewhere in addition to their apartment here. I’ve worked in the field primarily over the last few decades as a covenoperative, having returned home recently to oversee the Blood Rose restoration.” His responses continued to be mundane, even though he was saying things that should make no sense at all.
He was making sense, strangely enough, and Rhett understood him. It felt like doors opening up and information flowing in. Again, he shook his head, trying to expel the strangeness, and turned his attention to Damien. What was important right now was the man leading him up the stairs, and everything else could wait till later.
"I'm on the third floor, it’s a nice space.” He stated.
