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He appreciated Wyatt's restraint, but he needed more. "Is that all you've got?" Zach panted defiantly, glaring back over his shoulder.
Wyatt's eyes flashed with lust and challenge. He flipped Zach onto his back effortlessly, hooking one of Zach's legs over his shoulder as he drove back up to the hilt. Zach cried out, arching off the bed at the new angle. "Oh, fuck!"
Wyatt gripped Zach's hips and started fucking him in earnest, long powerful strokes that nailed Zach's prostate on every pass. The slick sounds of their hips crashing together filled the room, nearly drowned out by Zach's punched-out moans.
He was lost in sensation, overwhelmed by Wyatt's claiming of his body. "Yeah, just like that," he gasped, raking his nails down Wyatt's flexing back.
Wyatt grunted, hips pistoning as he pounded into Zach's willing body. Zach could see the restraint Wyatt was clinging to by a thread, holding himself back from completely ravishing Zach like he so clearly wanted to.
Zach wrapped both his legs around Wyatt's waist, drawing him in deeper. "Come on, I can take it," he groaned. "Fuck me like you mean it!"
"You're gonna be the death of me…" With a feral growl, Wyatt let go of his control. He started fucking Zach relentlessly, using the full power of his muscular body to claim Zach completely.
Zach wailed, reduced to a babbling mess as Wyatt railed him. He'd wanted to provoke Wyatt, to gain back some sense of control, but now he was utterly at Wyatt's mercy.
And he loved it.
Just when Zach thought he couldn't take anymore, Wyatt wrapped a big hand around his aching cock, stroking him in time with his brutal thrusts. Zach came with a ragged shout, his vision whiting out from the overwhelming ecstasy, his come spattering over his chest. He tightened up around Wyatt's cock as he came, squeezing for every ounce of friction — and with a final punishing snap of his hips, Wyatt buried himself to the hilt inside Zach and came hard, filling him with heat.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting heap. Wyatt rolled them onto their sides, slipping free from Zach's hole. Zach whimpered at the loss. Wyatt shushed him gently, gathering Zach against his broad chest and pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to his temple. Zach sighed, relaxing into Wyatt's protective embrace. He'd never felt so thoroughly satisfied.
"You good?" Wyatt murmured, smoothing a hand down Zach's heaving flank. His touch was gentle now, soothing — but it still carried that lethal strength.
"Yeah," Zach breathed, nuzzling into Wyatt's neck. "Yeah, I think I am."
They traded lazy kisses as their heart rates returned to normal, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Zach had never experienced this kind of intimacy after sex before. He'd always fled quickly, unwilling to be vulnerable. But Wyatt made him feel safe enough to linger.
Zach knew this thing between them was dangerous. Wyatt was a killer, after all. But he also made Zach feel more alive than he'd ever felt before.
Zach didn't know where this was headed, but he knew Wyatt would protect him — even kill for him.
And that was more than enough.
Chapter nine
Wyattmovedthroughthepulsing crowds, eyes scanning the dance floor. The bass thumped in time with his heartbeat as he hunted his prey.
There — by the bar. The mark laughed obnoxiously, hand possessively around the waist of a nervous-looking girl. Wyatt's lip curled in disgust. Another parasite who thought that he was the top of the food chain.
He was about to find out exactly how wrong he was.
Wyatt moved behind a group of drunken partygoers, using them as cover. The mark turned to try to put his tongue in his girl's ear, giving Wyatt an opening. In two quick strides, Wyatt closed the distance between them, easily palming something into the mark's drink as he passed them by.
From there, it was just a matter of counting the minutes. As his mark's eyes began to glaze, the girl seemed to notice her chance. She made her excuse and slipped off to the ladies room — never to return, Wyatt knew.
But Wyatt's mark was too out of it to notice. As he began to get weak at the knees, Wyatt caught him easily, making it look as if the man had simply had too much to drink.
"You've had one too many," Wyatt said with an easy grin, slinging the barely-conscious man's arm over his shoulder. Someone they passed looked uncertain, but Wyatt whisked the mark away before she could react. He moved the man through the club like he was just a drunk friend, keeping up an easy-going appearance the whole time, and slipped out the back entrance — where he knew there were no cameras.
It took no time at all to end the guy. Wyatt dumped the body beside a dumpster, straightening with a satisfied grunt.
Just then, a car screeched to a halt at the end of the alley. Wyatt tensed, hand going to the gun under his jacket — until he saw who was behind the wheel.
Zach grinned at him from the driver's seat, eyes glinting in the streetlights. "Took you long enough, old man," he teased. "I've been driving around in circles for ages."
Wyatt relaxed. He headed for the passenger door. "Yeah, yeah. Had to wait for the perfect moment to dose the bastard." He slid into the seat. "Let's get out of here."
"You got it." Zach gunned the engine, tires spinning as they peeled out onto the street. He drove fast but smooth, expertly winding them through dark back streets.
