"The reason I was sent to kill him is unknown to me. I was hired for the job." He finished, and Shae turned, a bit stricken.
“You don’t know why?”
"I know he's a bad man and a part of bad things. The specifics are not my concern. I wasn't murdering a choir boy, Shae. This is a dark side of life where dark things happen."
"He was a criminal," Shae stated, and Torin nodded.
"There are many in this town, it's a fact of life in society at large, and I think you know that." It was Shae's turn to nod.
“Massey is looking weak at the moment with his under bosses lying dead and his own life nearly ended, so he's going to act out. That is why you are here under my protection. You're an easy target, sweetheart, and Massey would try to use you as an example to his enemies and his supporters."
“But I didn’t do anything.”
"You were there," Torin repeated and held Shae's hand and felt the moment that his control began to slip. He'd held himself together admirably, but the weight of all that was coming at him finally broke him. His body began to tremble, the quiet sobs were barely audible, and emotion was thick in the air.
Torin put his arm around Shae's shoulders and pulled him into his side. Shae turned and pressed his face into Torin's shoulder and melted into his embrace. Torin wrapped him in his arms and held him as he fell apart.
***
It came on him in a rush, and he couldn’t stop the panic and tears that overtook him. Torin was there comforting him, and Shae took what he was offering. It wasn't the manliest act, but the emotion he was feeling would not be contained. Torin held him and didn't act at all uncomfortable by Shae's outburst. He felt his hand gently caressing his back and soothing him in a way that he hadn't felt since he was a child.
The embrace was consoling but also seemed to reassure him that he was not alone in this. Torin had no reason to help him or keep him close, but he was, and Shae was grateful. His warmth and his strength gave Shae what he needed in that moment. He pressed his face into the crisp fabric of Torin's black shirt and tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry." He said his voice was raw.
“You’re fine. I’m here.” He kissed the side of Shae’s head by his ear. It was light, but the contact was real, and it felt so good. Shae put his arms around Torin, held tight, and let go. Everything came out, all the fear and shock spewed out recklessly.
He felt as if the kiss had given him permission to savor this man and take pleasure in his embrace and compassion. The tears subsided, but he did not want to let him go. The contact soothed Shae's fear and eased the rawness of his nerves. Then he felt it, Torin's hand slipping beneath his t-shirt and lightly skimming up and down his naked back, stimulating the sensitive flesh.
His other hand was buried in Shae's hair, gently massaging his scalp. The sensations were amazing, and Shae was enjoying every second of his unexpected tenderness. It wasn't that he was overly harsh or cold; it was just that he was rational, practical, and to the point with little emotion poking through. Now Torin was showing something different, something interesting and exciting.
Shae got bold and began his own exploration, running the palms of his hands over Torin's back. The muscles and hardness were a definite turn on, and he felt his breath catch in his throat when Torin flexed, responding to the contact.
Shae turned with his head still pressed against Torin's shoulder and looked up at him, their eyes connecting, and they just held that for several seconds. The air was charged, and the tension was delicious, and then Torin kissed him. It wasn't a tentative or friendly kiss; it was a scorcher, a kiss that claimed and bruised and demanded.
The connection was perfect in its heat and desire, the depth of sensation coursing through Shae was shocking and fantastic. Torin swept his tongue into Shae's mouth, rough and exacting. His hands gripped him, holding him secure in a tight embrace. The kiss went deep. Shae could taste the coffee on his breath, and he breathed it in. Everything belonging to Torin was erotic and extraordinary.
The kiss moved, and Torin's lips were on Shae's jaw and his ear and trailing down his neck, and then he felt something sharp. It was just a prick, a slight pain that instantly subsided into a pleasure that shot through him. His cock strained against the much too thin sweats, and his back arched. Torin had latched onto his throat, and the contact was about to bring Shae to climax.
Torin's hand slipped inside the loose sweatpants and gripped Shae's painful, throbbing cock and squeezed, staving off the inevitable release. "No yet, sweetheart," Torin whispered against Shae's throat as he ran his tongue over the area he'd bitten. The tongue was as erotic as the bite. The sensations came so fast that Shae felt the room spin, and his vision blurred.
Suddenly, his sweats were gone, and he lay on his back on the bed, Torin leaning over him, the air thick and charged with something he could not describe. Torin's eyes flashed, and his face took on a darkness and angles that were unnatural yet stunning, with teeth sharp, prominent, and deadly. The man was gorgeous in a way that was devastating and fierce.
Shae could feel his heart racing and his body reacting to every look and every touch. Torin moved with a rhythm that was hypnotic and sensual, suggesting that there was much more to come, and Shae hoped there was much more. All his misgivings took a back seat to his current all-consuming need for this very deadly man.
He didn't know if he should reach for him or keep his hands at his sides. He didn't want to do the wrong thing, and he stopped because stopping would kill him. Torin opened his belt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor before opening his pants and releasing his obviously large, hard, leaking cock. It was marvelous, red, and throbbing, and proved he was as turned on as Shae.
His eyes returned to Shae's, and there was a silent question there to which Shae nodded his head, probably too eager, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He held Shae’s hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed and angled his ass up toward that amazing cock.
He could still remember the feel of Torin's hand on him, touching his most sensitive flesh. The memory alone made him jerk and nearly lose it. He was coming apart, and the man had not done anything yet.
His eyes never left Shae’s, and his face never lost its intensity. He felt Torin’s fingers pressing against him. They were cool and slippery, and he felt the first one enter gently, not forcefully, as he'd expected. The assassin was gentle and attentive but also determined. Then his head dipped, and he took Shae's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and then taking him to the base over and over. Shae cried out, arching upward.
The sensation had him coming almost immediately, and he caught the satisfied grin on Torin's face as he lost it in a grandfashion, coming and shouting his name no less. Shae realized he had little control over himself when in Torin's hands.
The fingers disappeared, and suddenly, he was being filled with Torin's massive cock. It stretched and pulled and filled him more completely than anything could. He held him on the edge of the bed with Shea's legs at his shoulders, and he hammered, forcing his way inside.
Shae had never been with someone so focused on pleasing him while reaching their own satisfaction. He stared at Torin's fierce look and saw something beneath the surface. There was a man there studying him, taking in every sound and every expression. He cared.
Torin slammed roughly inside and held, filling him, and seized his lips in a kiss that stole his breath away. Shae thought he would pass out as his vision blurred once again and stars danced on the periphery.
