Claiming Marcus (Lords of Discord 1)

Ethan huffed a laugh and straightened. “I hadn’t even thought of that. I only wanted to kiss you.”

Worry bled into Marcus’s gaze. “I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable with what I am. I don’t want to give you any reason to fear me.”

“I don’t fear you,” Ethan said.

“Good.” Marcus leaned forward and pressed a nibbling kiss to Ethan’s stomach before rising to his feet. “I put a pair of sleep pants on the bed if you’d prefer them. I’ll be out after I wash off this blood.”

Ethan gave him his best cocky smile. “I’m staying the night, am I?”

Marcus’s expression grew deathly serious. “You are not leaving here tonight. It’s not safe. I have other rooms if you’d prefer not to be in my bed, but—”

Ethan stopped him by pressing his fingers to Marcus’s lips. “The only way you’re getting me out of your bed is if you pick me up and carry me out. And honestly, I think you’d have to call at least one of your brothers for help. I’m not leaving willingly.”

“Good,” Marcus growled. He swatted Ethan’s ass, getting him moving out of the bathroom.

Ethan dropped the towel on the floor as he walked into the bedroom, putting a little extra sway in his hips since he knew Marcus was staring at his ass. He picked up the folded blue pants at the foot of the bed. The material was the softest he ever felt and would have been a caress against his skin, but he put them back with a smile and climbed naked across the mattress. He distinctly remembered having a conversation with Marcus about sleeping in his bed naked, and Marcus had seemed very interested in the prospect.

Sliding into the silky cool sheets, he sighed as he sank into the bed. He squinted at the small clock on the nightstand, reading that it was just after midnight. Later than he thought, but he usually didn’t go to sleep for a few more hours since he didn’t start work until noon.

Snuggling down into the blankets, he burrowed into the pillows. This bed was so damn comfortable. He wasn’t really tired. He just needed to rest his eyes for a minute while he listened to the shower running. Then when Marcus joined him, he’d give that sexy man the release he so badly needed.

Ethan fell asleep a second later with a smile on his lips.

Chapter Twenty

Ethan woke up horny.

No, that was wrong. He woke up hard as a fucking length of steel and aching. Oh God, he needed to come. It was a second later that his sleep-addled brain registered strong hands rubbing up and down his legs, across his chest. And then, yes…a hard cock was pressing against his ass, slipping between his cheeks. Marcus’s scent wrapped around him, and the ache became that much sharper.

“Oh fuck, please don’t let me be dreaming,” he moaned.

“Not a dream,” Marcus growled. His face was pressed against Ethan’s shoulder. He licked and nipped with human teeth, sending a dark thrill through him. “Need you, Ethan.”

“Yes. Now. Want you inside me now.” Ethan didn’t want foreplay. Didn’t want a slow buildup of teasing. He wanted to be filled. He wanted to feel Marcus pounding into him, driving him toward the explosive orgasm that was hovering just beyond his reach.

Marcus’s hands stopped, tightening on his body. “I want that too, but…I’ve never…”

Those nervous words were enough to get the rest of Ethan’s brain online and above the fog of desperate need. He rolled in Marcus’s arms so that they were pressed chest to chest. The room was cloaked in shadows, with the only light coming from the bathroom, but it was more than enough to see the strain cutting lines of need in Marcus’s handsome face.

“Don’t worry, lover. I can show you how to get us both there,” he purred and he could hear Marcus’s breathing catch just a little. “Do you have lube? Condoms?”

Marcus released him and rolled to the other side of the mattress. He dug in the nightstand for a moment and pulled out a brand-new bottle of lube with the plastic wrapper still around the top.

“Condoms aren’t necessary,” Marcus said. Ethan was about to argue when Marcus gave a little smile. “I can’t contract or transmit human diseases.”

Ethan could feel a couple of brain cells explode with joy in his head. It meant that Marcus would be bare inside of him, coming deep inside of him. He’d never gone bare with anyone. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.

Shoving back the blankets, Ethan sat up and took the lube from Marcus, quickly ripping off the plastic. “I’m sorry, but we’re gonna skip the foreplay this time. I fucking need you.”

“Not arguing,” Marcus said. His voice was low and rough. Ethan couldn’t decide if it was from sleep or desire. Probably a mix of both. “Just tell me what you want. I will please you.”