Even though E. J. Jennings was
forced to fight for the psy, he never believed that violence was the
answer. In fact the very thought of
causing harm made him sick.
Strafe Winchester learned early on
that violence was a part of life. He
didn’t enjoy it, but he never shied away from it. If inflicting pain on the bad guys saved
innocent lives, Strafe would make sure to inflict as much pain as possible.
Strafe and E. J. were from different
worlds yet they must find a way to compromise if they have any chance to make
their mating work. As they struggled to
find common ground they started to realize that their rigid views weren’t as
black and white as they believed. Will
they be able to find a shade of gray where they can be happy or are they
destined to live apart?
Story Excerpt:
Strafe still didn’t quite understand
what happened to change E.J.’s mind about them, but he wasn’t about to miss out
on the chance to claim the man. They practically ran to the cafeteria to grab
several plates of food and a couple of the energy drinks.
Neither of them wanted to be around
others as they waited for Strafe to heal, so they took their food and headed
back to his room. The entire way back, Strafe prayed they wouldn’t run into
anyone. It must have been his lucky day that they hadn’t met a soul.
Opening the door, Strafe gestured for
E.J. to enter. As soon as they were inside, Strafe closed and locked the door. If
he had a do-not-disturb sign, he would have put it out just to be sure they
weren’t interrupted.
The air in the room thickened with
anticipation as they went to a small table to set down their plates. Until
Strafe healed, there wasn’t much they could do. Just thinking about using his
dick right now made him cringe.
It was no doubt healing, but each time
it even tried to harden by something E.J. said or did, Strafe had to bite back
the hiss of pain. So by mutual agreement, they sat and ate.
At first, they did so in silence, but
E.J.’s sudden change of heart was nagging at him. “I don’t want to start a
fight.” Damn, why did he have to start off that way? Just saying the words put
him on edge.
E.J. tensed as if ready for a fight. Strafe
didn’t want that, but he needed to know what happened.
“Okay, that was a bad choice of words. I
just want you to know I’m not coming from a place of anger.” E.J. gave him a
nod of understanding, but the tension hadn’t gone away. “What changed your mind
about us?”
He was happy the question actually
relaxed his mate. It meant E.J. wasn’t worried about his answer. It also told
him E.J. would most likely tell him the truth.
“The moment I heard you were missing, it
was like something inside clicked.” E.J. shook his head. “No, that doesn’t
sound right, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I suddenly realized what
an idiot I had been to walk away from you.”
Strafe’s heart soared as he listened to
his mate. He’d hoped for so long that E.J. would find a way to love him despite
their differences.
“Then, when Rangi and Seth were afraid
you were stuck in your element.” E.J. shook his head as if trying to get rid of
the image. Storm-colored eyes looked into his, the pain of reliving that moment
shining from them. “At that moment, I knew I loved you.”
For the first time in his life, Strafe
could actually feel that love. Never had he known such an emotion, but now it
filled every inch of him. “I love you, too.”
His waning energy suddenly flared again.
In one instant, Strafe was human, in the next, his element, before once more
returning to human completely healed.
E.J gasped. “A-are y-you hea-healed?”
his mate stuttered.
Strafe smiled down at how nervous E.J.
suddenly was. They hadn’t talked about it, but he was pretty sure his mate was
a virgin. Considering the psy killed anyone for being gay, it was doubtful E.J.
would have taken the risk to have sex.
Lust arced between them like
electricity, leaving them both hungry for more. “Why don’t you undress me and
see for yourself?” His voice had dropped to a husky rumble in anticipation of
getting those hands on his skin.
As if E.J. couldn’t help but obey, his
mate stepped closer until there were was only an inch between them. Hands,
shaking with nerves, reached up to the top button of his shirt. It took a few
tries, but eventually E.J. got it.
Strafe didn’t care if this took all
night. He didn’t want to miss one moment of their mating. The rest of the
buttons seemed to fly off as E.J. became eager to get at Strafe’s skin. The
moment his mate placed his hands against his chest, they both groaned in
pleasure.
Adult Excerpt:
Strafe still didn’t quite understand
what happened to change E.J.’s mind about them, but he wasn’t about to miss out
on the chance to claim the man. They practically ran to the cafeteria to grab
several plates of food and a couple of the energy drinks.
Neither of them wanted to be around
others as they waited for Strafe to heal, so they took their food and headed
back to his room. The entire way back, Strafe prayed they wouldn’t run into
anyone. It must have been his lucky day that they hadn’t met a soul.
Opening the door, Strafe gestured for
E.J. to enter. As soon as they were inside, Strafe closed and locked the door. If
he had a do-not-disturb sign, he would have put it out just to be sure they
weren’t interrupted.
The air in the room thickened with
anticipation as they went to a small table to set down their plates. Until
Strafe healed, there wasn’t much they could do. Just thinking about using his
dick right now made him cringe.
It was no doubt healing, but each time
it even tried to harden by something E.J. said or did, Strafe had to bite back
the hiss of pain. So by mutual agreement, they sat and ate.
At first, they did so in silence, but
E.J.’s sudden change of heart was nagging at him. “I don’t want to start a
fight.” Damn, why did he have to start off that way? Just saying the words put
him on edge.
E.J. tensed as if ready for a fight. Strafe
didn’t want that, but he needed to know what happened.
“Okay, that was a bad choice of words. I
just want you to know I’m not coming from a place of anger.” E.J. gave him a
nod of understanding, but the tension hadn’t gone away. “What changed your mind
about us?”
He was happy the question actually
relaxed his mate. It meant E.J. wasn’t worried about his answer. It also told
him E.J. would most likely tell him the truth.
“The moment I heard you were missing, it
was like something inside clicked.” E.J. shook his head. “No, that doesn’t
sound right, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I suddenly realized what
an idiot I had been to walk away from you.”
Strafe’s heart soared as he listened to
his mate. He’d hoped for so long that E.J. would find a way to love him despite
their differences.
“Then, when Rangi and Seth were afraid
you were stuck in your element.” E.J. shook his head as if trying to get rid of
the image. Storm-colored eyes looked into his, the pain of reliving that moment
shining from them. “At that moment, I knew I loved you.”
For the first time in his life, Strafe
could actually feel that love. Never had he known such an emotion, but now it
filled every inch of him. “I love you, too.”
His waning energy suddenly flared again.
In one instant, Strafe was human, in the next, his element, before once more
returning to human completely healed.
E.J gasped. “A-are y-you hea-healed?”
his mate stuttered.
Strafe smiled down at how nervous E.J.
suddenly was. They hadn’t talked about it, but he was pretty sure his mate was
a virgin. Considering the psy killed anyone for being gay, it was doubtful E.J.
would have taken the risk to have sex.
Lust arced between them like
electricity, leaving them both hungry for more. “Why don’t you undress me and
see for yourself?” His voice had dropped to a husky rumble in anticipation of
getting those hands on his skin.
As if E.J. couldn’t help but obey, his
mate stepped closer until there were was only an inch between them. Hands,
shaking with nerves, reached up to the top button of his shirt. It took a few
tries, but eventually E.J. got it.
Strafe didn’t care if this took all
night. He didn’t want to miss one moment of their mating. The rest of the
buttons seemed to fly off as E.J. became eager to get at Strafe’s skin. The
moment his mate placed his hands against his chest, they both groaned in
pleasure.
His hands felt like silk against
Strafe’s skin. His cock hardened even further, pressing hard against the zipper
of his pants. At first, E.J. just kept his hands in place, but after a few
moments he started to caress Strafe’s chest.
Fingers grazed over his nipples, ripping
a growl of pleasure from Strafe’s lips. If he didn’t get his pants off soon, he
was sure his dick would punch through the material holding them back. Each
touch of those silky hands sent electricity racing through his veins, straight
to his shaft.
As if he wasn’t already losing his mind,
E.J. leaned forward and licked across Strafe’s nipple. Gritting his teeth to
stop himself from coming, his fingers carded through his silky, dark hair to
encourage E.J. to continue.
It was an exquisite torture, one Strafe
would gladly endure to give his mate the chance to explore. The way his mate
bit the side of his bottom lip, as if trying to figure out a puzzle, was
adorable. Not that he was stupid enough to tell E.J. that.
“Fuck,” he called out when lips latched
onto his nipple. E.J.’s head popped up, wide eyes looked up at him afraid he’d
done something wrong. The passion on Strafe’s face must have reassured his mate, for
suddenly those lips were back, sucking his nipple like it was his favorite
treat
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