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R eal was struggling, Azrael could feel it, and he lifted his head to gaze upward.

Real kept his eyes on the ceiling, but it revealed the corded muscles on the man’s throat. A slight tick was going off in Real’s jaw.

Did he not want this?

Probably not.

Why couldn’t Real give him what he gave to Patrick?

“Get out,” Azrael hissed and launched from Real’s lap.

Or tried to.

He went nowhere because Real had snagged him close.

“Go back to your boyfriend!” Azrael raged through a tight raw throat. He couldn’t stop the tears of anger and sorrow to save his life.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Azrael struggled, lifted his hand, and slapped Real hard. The blow landed on the man’s cheek.

His palm stung. Good! He glared into Real’s eyes.

“Then go back to your lover or whatever the fuck he is.” Azrael struck again, this slap harder than the last.

“He’s not my lover,” Real said and caught his hands together so he couldn’t hit him again.

He had been ready to clock the fucker a third time into next week, but was thwarted by Real’s hold!

The words, though, gave him pause.

“You’re lying.” He glared, twisting his wrists, but Real’s one-handed grip wasn’t budging.

The man’s free hand reached up and around, and fingers sank into the hair at the back of Azrael’s head.

Caught, he couldn’t move.

Wait…the words registered.

“You never fucked him?”

“Once. Over a year ago,” Real said flatly.

Once… one time and before their holiday… That meant that he had just turned eighteen when Real had last screwed Patrick.

Well, no wonder. Real must have been keeping his distance because he had been barely legal at the time.

He was nineteen now and very legal, hell he’d be twenty this year.

He wanted to know why Real had been at the guy’s apartment then, but would save those questions for another time.

Azrael stopped struggling and sank against the wall of muscle that was beneath Real’s shirt. He sucked in a deep breath of the man’s salty skin.

Real smelled amazing and always did.

The warrior wore a gray dress shirt and blue jeans. It was quite the combination, but sexy as all hell to Azrael. He wanted to undo the buttons on Real’s shirt one by one and stroke his hands over the man’s tight muscles.

Real rarely dressed up in a shirt like this, and Azrael liked to think that the man had done it for him.

Forgetting everything for the moment, he lifted slightly and nuzzled his mouth into Real’s neck.

“Room service.” A knock sounded on the door, and Azrael jumped, but tightened his hold on Real.

“Don’t answer it!” Azrael hissed and tongued Real’s neck.

“You’re messing with fire,” Real muttered, the tone was low, guttural, and sounded pained.

“You think?” Azrael laughed huskily and kissed his lips up beneath Real’s jaw, forcing the man’s head back.

Real finally wrapped his arms around him and cinched him tight. After a second, Real’s big hands swooped down and cupped his ass through the tight black pants he wore.

All on board, Azrael shifted so he could wrap his legs around Real’s waist, planting his crotch as close as possible, and he gyrated.

Real grunted beneath his assault, and clenched his ass. Azrael suspected there would be bruises there tomorrow, but so the hell what.

He hung on by wrapping his arms around Real’s thickly corded neck.

Surprise drew a squeak from his throat when Real suddenly stood. The man lifted him as if he weighed nothing.

Azrael fully expected to be tossed on the bed and discarded like last time and he braced himself.

Real did neither. He didn’t toss him nor reject him.

Azrael found his back to the wall with Real crowding in close.

The power of Real’s arms and hold stole Azrael’s breath. When Real dipped his head down, the man’s muttered words rasped against his skin.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

But Real’s hands were gripping his ass over and over. His grip was possessive and so damned sexy.

“We don’t have to go fast,” Azrael breathed, gyrating his aching cock against Real’s hard abs.

Real’s head snapped up, his gray-blue eyes glittered, intense.

“Nothing about this is going to be slow.” Real’s words came out rough and gritty and sent goosebumps slithering over his skin.

“You’re right,” Azrael said. He slid his hands over Real’s shoulders and up to cup the back of the man’s neck. He sank his fingers into the hair there and tugged, attempting to pull Real’s head down.

Real resisted for a fraction of a second and then the damn broke. His head swooped, and his mouth slammed against his lips.

Azrael moaned and opened his mouth, tasting blood. He gave Real every part of himself in that kiss. All of his wants, desires, and yes…love.

If Real wanted to call this off, he had better do it now, or there would be no going back for Azrael. Real didn’t break it off, in fact, he pressed him harder into the wall and ground his cock against him.

Azrael felt the hardness of the thick shaft behind Real’s blue jeans and he wanted to feel it, touch it, and taste it.

Azrael nipped at Real’s mouth, making the man’s lips swollen. Real made a growling sound, much like a panther, and returned the favor until they were both breathless.

The hunger in the kiss grew explosive. He had always known that when he and Real finally came together, they would burn down the world.

Real owned his lips, his mouth, his body, and a soft moan came from deep in his throat.

Azrael sank his fingers into the hair at the top of Real’s head and swirled his tongue against Real’s until he was forced to draw back for air.

Burying his face in Real’s neck, he struggled to breathe, chest heaving.

Real stood steady. Like a rock. A silent sentinel, his anchor.

But he wanted more than that. He wanted Real’s surrender.

Slowly, Azrael began grinding his hips against Real’s jean covered dick.

The hardness beneath the material was telling, and Azrael was far from stupid, even if Real seemed like unmovable granite.

With a guttural sound, Real thrust, grinding, and Azrael’s breath caught. He moaned when Real’s hands squeezed his ass.

“We don’t have condoms,” Real gritted the words out from between his teeth.

“We’ve been tested.” Azrael wasn’t going to fall for that tactic. He wasn’t going to give Real a chance to back down and run away. The rules of Erebus and Genesis were that every six months, they were tested. It may have seemed odd to some, but it was a non-negotiable criterion from Dave.

“I don’t think…” Real began, but Azrael placed fingers against the man’s mouth, cutting off the words.

But maybe he shouldn’t?

Doubt crept in. Was he taking advantage of Real? Was he forcing himself on the warrior? Sure, Real was hard, they both were, but that was the man’s reaction. That would be any man’s reaction to being stimulated.

It took everything inside of him to say his next words.

“If you don’t want this, then step away.”

His fingers eased from Real’s hair as his heart broke. Sliding his legs from where they were wrapped around Real’s waist, he waited for the man to step the hell away from him.

Azrael couldn’t move from the way he was plastered to the wall.

Real’s eyes glittered. They burned into his own with some unnamed emotion that Azrael wasn’t going to try and figure the hell out.

With nothing but sheer power, Real stepped back from the wall, but his hands stayed firm on his ass. Azrael was spun around and tossed onto the bed.

He squeaked.

Real stood at the end of the queen bed and unbuttoned the dress shirt and pulled it off.

Azrael devoured the man’s muscled frame. The word Alpha inked on the man’s abs sent shivers down his spine. It made him feel like an animal knowing that Real was his alpha, his mate. He wanted Real buried so deep inside of him that the man couldn’t think about being with anyone else.

Azrael sat up and pulled off his shirt, then unbuttoned and slipped off his pants and socks. Only a pair of dark briefs remained.

Real didn’t stop at briefs, he pulled all of his clothes off until he stood naked. His cock rising thick and proud from his body.

From his pants pocket, Azrael pulled out several packets of lube. They came in handy when he fantasized about Real every night.

Real’s glittering gray gaze zeroed in on the packets of lube and then snapped back to him.

Azrael tossed the lube on the small table next to the bed and rose to his knees.

Reaching the edge of the bed, Azrael ran his hands down Real’s chest, lower to his abs, and then traced his fingers over the dark ink of the letters.

The tattooed word was sexy, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over it.

Real fisted his hair at the back of his head and drew his mouth away from his skin. He was pulled upward by that same hand and his mouth was taken in a possessive kiss.

“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” Azrael breathed against Real’s lips, locking his eyes to his.

Something flickered deep in the warrior’s gray gaze and was quickly gone. He would think about that later, but right now, he had other things on his mind.

Hard fingers caught in the band of his briefs and he was divested of them in seconds. Naked, he fell back onto the bed and stretched beneath Real’s gaze.

Did Real think him sexy? Was he attractive enough for this god of a man? They were so very different, and Azrael hadn’t had any previous lovers. Did Real appreciate their size difference? Was the gap in their ages a minus or plus?

His questions went up in vapor when Real moved up the end of the bed and hovered over him.

“Stop talking.”

The words were growled from deep in Real’s throat.

And with a satisfied smile, Azrael did exactly that.

When Real took his mouth again, Azrael gladly gave it.