Tom paced the hotel room, bourbon in one hand, gun in the other.
In the next room, James Evans was strapped to his bed, naked.
He pressed his forehead to the cool window, hoping it would cool him down, but nothing worked for him. He'd drugged James and had one of his men help carry him to the bed. Tom had been the only one to undress him, to see his lean body covered from chest down various scars, healed bullet wounds, and that wolf's name.
The sight of him. Tom couldn't stop staring, wanting to touch. To taste.
Fascinating.
Why that man?
He spun away from the window and resumed pacing. The drug he'd injected James with should be wearing off soon. Tom wanted him awake. Wanted his deadly eyes open and on him for this one.
When James entered the room earlier, Tom had deliberately kept himself from looking at him. James made him weak in the knees, and he'd needed his strength to stand. To do what needed to be done. But he'd made the mistake of touching James.
Of kissing him.
That connection he felt hadn't gone away. Had James felt it, too? How could he not? How could he not come away covered in ash from the thing that burned when they touched? He'd never felt like this, and Tom didn't like it.
James turned him into a needy mess, but he wanted it. Wanted him. Get him out of his system. James needed to go if Tom wanted to go back to who he used to be.
He tossed back the last of the bourbon, and threw the glass at the cold fireplace. The shattering sound was less than satisfying. Nothing else would satisfy him.
He padded to the bedroom on bare feet, and stood with his arms folded in the doorway, watching the naked man on the bed.
The rope remained around James's neck, but the ends were secured around the headboard. His arms were also shackled to the headboard with handcuffs, so he was spread out for Tom in the middle of that huge bed, naked and inviting,
Not vulnerable though. Even now, as he lay there with his eyes closed and his mouth taped shut, James Evans would never be vulnerable.
He didn't have to come alone, not with the men he had at his beck and call. Taking Andrew meant Tom would have James' undivided attention. James had put himself on the line, exposing yet another weakness.
As he watched, James's eyes flew open, zeroing in on him.
"Not too long ago our positions were reversed,"
Tom said softly. James's eyes narrowed dangerously,
"I could retaliate the way everyone expects me to, but violence doesn't work for me anymore. Not with you."
He stripped slowly, holding James's gaze. First the shirt, then his belt. He tossed them aside then tugged his pants and underwear down, over his erection growing harder by the second, and stepped out of them.
James never looked away, and though his throat worked, he didn't speak. Not that he could, what with the tape over his mouth. But his cock, long and thick, built just right, jerked against his belly.
Tom licked his lips. He got on the bed and straddled James, ass resting atop his belly as he stroked a hand down James's torso. The other man stiffened all over,
"The last time, you were on top."
Against his ass, James's cock jerked.
Tom smiled then sobered quickly.
"I thought it would go away,"
He said softly,
"I thought it was temporary insanity, something happening because of forced circumstance."
He brushed his lips over James's nose. The other man's breath hitched,
"I wanted you gone from my head, and your touch removed from my body."
He leaned backward, sitting upright as he touched himself, a hand down his chest,
"No matter who touches me, it's never quite the same."
James's nostrils flared and he growled. Tom kissed him, an open mouthed caress in the hollow of his throat. James's scent surrounded him, warm skin and deep, drugging lust. Tom wanted to release him, take away the rope and the handcuffs so those rough hands could destroy him all over again.
But he didn't.
Instead, he kept on kissing James, licking his skin, tongue dragging over the words on his torso. His name. Felt as if Tom was kissing him too. Tasting him too.
He tasted like that familiar guilt, bitter-sweet.
But he didn't stop, even when James arched under his tongue, sound rumbling in his chest under Tom's touch while the handcuffs rattled in the background.
He didn't stop.
Lower.
Breathing on that erection, the crown wet and flushed, jerking against James's lower belly. Tom licked his lips and took a deep breath, bringing James's musk into his lungs.
The scent of a man. This man. He ached from head to toe. He ached. He craved.
So, he parted his lips and took James into his mouth.
"Nngh!"
James's hips jerked off the bed, forcing him deeper into Tom's mouth.
Eyes closed, Tom clung to the sheets, fisting them as he sank deeper, the non-existent gag-reflex allowing him to throat all that thickness. James throbbed for him, spilling liquid secrets that burst across his taste buds and sent him groaning.
Shuddering.
Already he wanted more. He wasn't finished and already Tom wanted to do this all over again.
For once, he tried for selfless. For once, he gave, forgetting to take. Saliva flowing, one hand gripping the base of James's cock, Tom sucked him down. And James thrust into his face, hips slamming forward, forcing his length all the way in, choking Tom.
Eyes watering.
Breath stuttering.
He took it all and let it rock his head back with every thrust. Rattling his teeth. Pain and pleasure.
Punishment too.
He kept his eyes shut against the emotions that rode him. Guarding himself against that look in James's eyes. The one he couldn't decipher. And he blocked out the name that danced in front of his eyes.
His name.
He did all that with a cock in his mouth. Hungry, yes. Starved, yes. Panting, jaw aching, throat burning. But he didn't stop except long enough to gulp air into his lungs before he dove in again.
Sucking the crown, tongue sliding up and down before he dipped lower, following that thick vein on the underside with the tip of his tongue. All the way to the base.
James writhed for him, thighs vibrating. Growls and groans blocked by the tape on his mouth. He didn't shy away from Tom's touch, though. He parted his thighs, arching.
Offering.
Greedy bastard that he was, Tom took. Licking him until he was wet.
Soaked.
That hole back there…Tom traced his finger around it… All over it while James lurched upright then pressed tight against the mattress, trying to escape.
Nowhere to go.
"I'm going to eat you alive."
Tom grabbed him by the hip, pushed one leg backward.
His finger pushed in. In return James gave him those hoarse, shredded sounds. Against Tom's palm, his thigh trembled badly. Tom ignored him, loving the way James's body clenched around him.
He'd never been touched like this, Tom knew that. He wasn't sure if he was trying to make it good for James or not. He just wanted to make him feel. Wanted to make sure he knew.
This was who they were now.
So fingered that hole, got it nice and wet, until his fingers were slipping and sliding. Until James was rocking back, pushing back on his finger. Then Tom backed away, and straddled him again.
He met James's eyes then. Wide and glassy, color high on his cheeks, he yanked violently on the handcuffs. Tom closed his fist around his cock and stroked, hard and fast. James watched, nostrils flared wide, whatever he was trying to say muffled by the tape. His body jerked, hips lifting off the bed.
"I'm looking at you,"
Tom whispered,
"And I can barely breathe."
He tightened his grip on himself, anger rising, getting all twisted up in the lust and the arousal,
"Tell me you're not feeling the same."
He gripped James's face, nails digging into his skin,
"I want the truth you speak only to yourself when you're alone in the dark, with your hand on your cock and my name on your lips."
He rolled his hips, shuddering, lashes threatening to fall closed,
"That's the truth I want. The one that says you want this."
He stopped stroking his cock, and brought that hand to his mouth, licking off the pre-cum,
"Give me the truth that says you need this, you crave it like I do."
James grunted, yanking harder on the handcuffs. Tom ignored him, thrusting into his hand, holding James's gaze, pinching his own nipples. Tugging. Moaning.
James's eyes flashed. So hot, Tom was immediately sweating. The tiny droplets slid down the length of his spine.
"Tell me you don't want me."
His thighs burned and vibrated and under him, James trembled, hips once again lifting off the bed. Tom reached behind and grasped James's shaft,
"Say that you don't need me."
"Unggg."
He pleaded with his eyes.
As much as Tom wanted his words, he found he was too afraid of hearing them, so he made no move to remove the tape. Instead, he brought James's cock to his hole, rubbing against it, breath hitching, stomach contracting.
He was hot everywhere.
Movements faltering.
Shaking.
He wanted to punish them both, but he felt as if he was the only one losing his mind. Losing himself.
"I want you to take me,"
he snarled at James, pushing back until the head of his shaft was firmly against his hole,
"Then I want you gone."
He raked his fingers over James's belly, and a sound gurgled in the other man's throat as his belly contracted,
"Get inside me so I can get you out of my system."