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Time to get Vincent in a place where they could get the upper hand and get the revenge and retribution—the peace—they all deserved.
THIRTY-FOUR
If Icarus’sphone had been a lifeline earlier, it was as good as a grenade now. Arm hitched back, he was ready to chuck it at the nearest wall, and with his full strength behind it, Adam had no doubt it would blow a hole clean through. He rushed into the bunk room and grasped Icarus’s elbow. “You may still need that.”
“For what?” He wrenched his arm loose and spun, gesturing wildly. “Everyone I love is here, and the best chance I had to keep you and her safe just fucking bailed.” He resumed his pacing and continued his ranting, cursing the DA who’d refused to hear Nate’s evidence against Vincent.
Adam, however, was stuck a few words back...Everyone I love.
Love.
Had it been a careless slip? Did Icarus mean love generally, as in care for, like he meant about Mary? Or did he mean something more when it came to Adam? Something closer to what Adam was struggling with himself? Had Icarus fallen as hard and fast too—beyond what the magic inside each of them wanted?
Did Michael want him? Because Adam—no, Gabriel—wanted Michael, Icarus, the entire package. More than he wanted his next breath right then. Maybe even more than he wanted death. That thought fucking terrified him.
But not enough to walk away. He stepped into Icarus’s path. “You need to calm down.”
Icarus cocked a brow. “Why aren’tyoumore upset?”
“The choice is easy now.”
“Easy? What planet are you living on?”
Adam closed the distance between them and laid his hands on Icarus’s chest. “The one with you.”
Icarus’s expression was a riot of confused emotions—soft surprise, harsh incredulity, stark worry—that eventually distilled into frustrated exhaustion. He covered Adam’s hands with his. “The one where I might lose you and her in one fell swoop.” He leaned in, forehead resting against Adam’s, eyelids fluttering closed. “And let’s not even talk about how I almost got Paris killed once already.”
Adam pressed their foreheads together, then shifted. Kissed a path from Icarus’s temple to one corner of his mouth. “No one’s getting killed except Vincent.”
“You want to go in there.”
He kissed the other corner and up Icarus’s opposite cheek to his other temple. “I want him to pay for what he did to Deb and David. I want this to be over.”
Icarus sighed and leaned more of his body into Adam’s. “Fucking death wish.”
Adam snaked an arm around Icarus’s waist and lifted his other hand to cup his cheek. “Icarus, look at me.”
He shook his head and kept his eyes screwed closed. “What am I to you?” His voice was thick, a lump in his throat that he audibly swallowed around. “A last hurrah?”
“No, baby.” Adam swiped a thumb across his cheek, did it again, and Icarus opened his eyes, the blues wary and bruised. Adam wanted to see them bright again, full of fire and hope and desire. “You’re the person making me doubt how much I really want to die.”
He swallowed Icarus’s gasp, crushing their mouths together and pushing his tongue between Icarus’s lips, sweeping inside and stoking the missing fire back to life. Chasing that life himself.
Icarus groaned, a surrender and then more, arms winding around Adam, holding him tight, picking him up and moving him with preternatural speed. Adam’s back hit the corner bed, Icarus stretched above him, the space narrow and perfect for the closeness they both craved. Icarus’s hands were everywhere, fisting Adam’s hair, creeping under his sweater, pushing it up and off, his own shirt close behind. He hitched Adam’s leg over his hip so he could rut their stiff cocks together, hold him closer.
Content to be manhandled, Adam landed his lips anywhere he could reach, brushing them against Icarus’s neck, parting them around his Adam’s apple, sealing them over a nipple and sucking hard, eliciting a breathy groan and full-body shiver that rippled through both of them. He rucked up the back of Icarus’s skirt and found his ass deliciously cool and bare, only a thin slice of fabric parting them. He clutched the smooth globes, and Icarus canted forward, forearms in the mattress on either side of Adam’s head, lips where Adam could reach them again. He rolled his hips as he thrust his tongue between Icarus’s lips, and Icarus punched back with his own hips, with fangs that descended in the midst of the messy, claiming kiss.
And nicked Adam’s lip.
Icarus jerked back, nostrils flaring, eyes zeroing in on the drop of blood Adam could feel welling. He started to blink, to lock down his senses. He hadn’t needed to do that last night, and Adam didn’t want him to do that now. He trusted him. But more than that, he wanted Icarus with him fully, all of his senses firing, same as Adam’s. He grasped Icarus’s chin. “Don’t. Stay here with me. All of you.”
Icarus’s gaze remained locked with Adam’s, not once straying back to the blood. Not even when their pulses synched like they had that night a week ago in the club. “I need all of you too.”
Letting some of the heat flow from his core, trusting himself and the Devil with Icarus, Adam coasted his hands up Icarus’s flanks, warming the cool skin. Icarus groaned and sank down onto him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Adam wrapped his other leg around Icarus, their cocks snug, and they rocked together, Adam touching every part of Icarus he could reach, Icarus nuzzling his neck, the ridges of his forehead, his cool breath, the press of his lips and the tips of his fangs teasing.
But never a bite.
