Ride and Reap (6 page)

Something else lingered in his
expression, fleeting disappointment and regret. He wanted Reaper to take
advantage, to assume control. Reaper would have been happy to, but he needed
Kane’s consent. To acknowledge the electricity that threatened to erupt between
them the moment they first met.

Reaper snorted. “You almost sound
disappointed I’m the monster your fucktard mentor made me to be.”

“You’re not a monster,” Kane
automatically said, then flushed, looking at his hands. “We’re all monsters,
one way or another. No other way to survive the aftermath of the end of days.”

Reaper took his clasped hands, and
kissed each knuckle.

“Reaper, I’m fucking terrified.”

“Of what?”

“Of you, of how I react around
you.”

“Good.”

Kane blinked.

Placing his hands down, Reaper
elaborated. “Admitting the truth is the first step. Why don’t you leave the
thinking for later?”

Kane let out a breath when
Reaper flicked the button of his jeans, dragged the zipper down. Reaper yanked
the annoying obstruction of fabric off and tossed them away. He took Kane’s
half erect cock and thumbed the pre-cum gathered at the tip in an excruciating
motion that left Kane uncomfortable.

“Tell me to stop.” Reaper’s gaze
never left Kane’s face. He devoured every emotion that flittered across it.
Surprise. Pleasure.
Kane’s cheeks
flushed when Reaper put his wet thumb to his lips and tasted his need.

“You know I can’t,” Kane whispered.

“Let me hear how badly you want
me.”

“No,” Kane said, but Reaper could
see his defenses began to weaken.

“Suit yourself.”

Kane breathed a sigh of relief,
perhaps expecting Reaper to concede. He squirmed when Reaper tongued the tiny
slit on his tip, and then licked him from root to tip. Reaper gently squeezed
at Kane’s balls, studying his reaction.

Reaper repeated the motion. Up and
down, never going fast, and Kane thickened under his ministrations.

“Oh God. Please,” Kane said on a
breath.

“What was that?” Reaper asked.

He dragged a nail down Kane’s balls
to his puckered hole. That made Kane squirm. Unable to help himself, Reaper
angled his mouth to the tempting hole he’d claim soon. Kane buckled, tried to
close his legs, but Reaper kept them apart as he took his fill.

He wanted to taste Kane. All of
him, and the human would soon learn his possession included his most intimate
parts, and eventually his heart. Reaper traced the rim, licking and sucking.
Kane let out a breathy moan, and Reaper couldn’t stop. He traced more circles,
tormenting them both. His own balls drew in tight against him, painful, and his
dick was rock-hard.

Fuck, Reaper never felt anything
like this with someone else before. Obsessed and possessive enough he’d tear
out the throat of any fucker fool enough to touch what was his. He pushed his
tongue deeper, touched the sensitive tissues of Kane’s opening, fucking it.

“Make no mistake, my cock will be
fucking you next,” Reaper said.

Kane uttered a curse under his
breath.

Still
not enough?
Eager to repeat the lesson, Reaper pressed a kiss to the hole,
but Kane’s pleading voice stopped him.

“I want you, you fucking conniving
bastard.” The last words seemed to take the most out of Kane, full of shame and
guilt.

Reaper curled his fingers over his
base, holding his member captive. For good measure, he blew softly against
Kane’s tormented length. He couldn’t help it. Kane was just too sensitive, too
responsive. “Try again. You don’t sound all that sincere.”

Kane locked gazes with Reaper. “I
shouldn’t, but heaven help me, I need this. I need you. Clean and simple won’t
cut it.”

Chapter Five

Even
better.

“Excellent answer, pet.” Reaper
finally took Kane’s aching shaft into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down,
Reaper applied careful suction.

Hearing Kane’s cries above him
rattled his control, his hold on his eager wolf.
Make Kane ours,
his wolf said. His logical human half urged
caution. Sweet would have said it wasn’t like Reaper to gamble. Once a shifter
placed his mating mark, there would be no going back, only forward. Could
Reaper tie his soul to a stranger who spent all his life hunting him?

“Reaper, please,” Kane whispered.
“I need you.”

Screw reason. Reaper shoved the
annoying voice in his head aside. He drew away from Kane’s prick, grinning at
the human’s frustrated snarl.

“Your release is mine to give.
Remember that.”

“Bastard,” Kane said in a shaky
voice, but Reaper could see he liked the notion. Someone who followed a single
path blindly, purely fueled by misplaced anger and blame, and suddenly found
themselves lost needed direction. A firm hand, and Reaper would be just that.

“How are you feeling? Not giddy?”

“I want to kill you, and I’m going
to try again, if you don’t fuck me soon,” Kane muttered tartly.

“Scoot over.” Reaper sat beside
Kane, and patted his lap. “Go ahead, pet. Time for a ride.”

Kane looked at him, incredulous. It
occurred to Reaper that without his clothes on, Kane appeared more vulnerable.
The lean and well-honed body he stared at told Reaper Kane had seen his share
of stories. A warrior’s body, but underneath skin and bones, Kane secretly
longed for someone else to take care of him.

When Reaper let out a warning and
impatient growl, he scrambled to his feet. Kane hesitated for a second, and
Reaper started having second thoughts. Then he glimpsed the mischievous look in
Kane’s eyes. Kane fell on his knees, mirroring the motion Reaper did, eager
hands reaching for Reaper’s zipper. Closing one hand on Kane’s wrist, Kane drew
a breath, but his eyes were steady. Clear and full of resolve.

“Please, Sir?” Kane asked in a
mocking voice.

Since Kane asked so nicely, Reaper
let Kane unfasten his button, unzip him and pull out his shaft.

“Like going commando?” Kane asked,
gaze drawn to Reaper’s straining erection.

“You like making jokes when you’re
nervous?” Reaper asked, amused.

“I’m not daunted,” Kane flared
back, clearly referring to his massive length. To make his point, Kane leaned
forward. Reaper wove fingers into his hair, his other hand moving down to grip
Kane’s throat, firm, but not bruising. Swallowing, Kane didn’t remark on
Reaper’s need to control. Relief shone in his eyes. Swiping his tongue over
Reaper’s length, Kane sighed.

“You like the taste of my cock, and
I like you on your knees. We’re fucking perfect for each other,” Reaper
remarked, nearly making Kane choke with laughter.

“Christ.” Kane shook his head, recovering.
“Who knew you had a sense of humor?”

Flashing a toothy grin, Reaper
began drawing lazy circles on Kane’s pulse, running his fingertips over the
tempting line of flesh where he could place his mark. Judging by Kane’s harsh
breathing and galloping heartbeats, Reaper presumed Kane knew what kind of
thoughts he harbored. Good or bad? Reaper didn’t care.

“You’re not showing me what a good
little cocksucker you are, pet.” Nudging his tip between Kane’s lips, Reaper
noticed Kane managed to shoot him a glare, before opening his mouth. He gagged
at first, but Reaper patiently waited for Kane to get used to his size. “There.
You look fucking gorgeous with your mouth stuffed with cock.”

Seemingly hell-bent on taking
revenge, Kane sucked on him slowly, using the right pressure of teeth. Reaper
held his head steady, tightening his hold on Kane’s hair, his other fingers
caressing his neck. Closing his eyes, Reaper savored the feel of Kane’s warm
and wet mouth.

Fuck, who knew Kane was so good at
this? Who the hell did he practice on?

No. Reaper wouldn’t reduce himself
to a jealous mess. Close to bursting, he yanked on Kane’s hair. Kane relaxed in
his grip, his trust in Reaper baffling, but Reaper never intended to betray his
gift of submission. Slow and steady, Reaper fucked Kane’s mouth, letting him
get used to his sense of urgency.

Growling, Reaper’s head reeled as
he increased the momentum of his thrusts.

“Swallow,” Reaper commanded, and
Kane did.

The pressure building inside him
burst, and Reaper shot his load into Kane’s waiting throat. Not a single drop
spilled, and Kane cleaned him up after, sucking on his softening cock. Where
did Kane learn that delightful little skill? Suddenly, Reaper hungered to know
more about his little killer, the lost boy underneath all of Kane’s armor.
Soon.

Recovering from the intense orgasm,
Reaper regarded Kane. Pulse steady under his thumb, Kane looked up at him,
waiting, reminding him of a pup eager to please, even though Reaper could see
Kane’s erection straining, close to exploding.

Reaper held out a hand, and Kane
took it, grip strong. Helping Kane on his lap, Reaper enjoyed the discomfort on
his face as Reaper spread his legs on either side of his. Keeping one hand
firmly banded over Kane’s waist, Reaper noticed Kane’s cock staring back at
him, so thick, full and needy.

Faint color dotted Kane’s cheek at
his intense gaze. Still, Kane tugged at the hem of his plain black cotton shirt
without shame, and Reaper let him pull it off. Licking his lips, Kane strained
forward. It seemed Kane couldn’t stop touching his ink, his pectorals and abs.

“Passable?” Reaper asked.

“Very nice,” Kane agreed, fingers
brushing against the Hellhound tattoo near Reaper’s left collarbone.

“What are you thinking about?”
Reaper asked.

“How things would have turned out
if I didn’t seek out Harvey. If I forgot about Kevin and tried to carve a life
for myself, could I’ve found some kind of family, a place to call home?”
Sighing, Kane leaned his head against Reaper’s shoulder.

Reaper wanted to tell Kane he could
give him all that and more, but he didn’t want to scare Kane right off the bat.
Instead, Reaper held himself in check. “Will you tell me all about your
journey?”

“Soon,” Kane promised. “If we’re
paying Harvey a visit, we have plenty of time on the road, but I don’t want to
talk about one old bastard. I want to focus on us.”

He laced his fingers behind
Reaper’s neck. Pushing him close, so their chests touched, Reaper took his lips
again, hard enough to draw blood. He could smell Kane’s arousal and his own,
their cocks rubbing against each other, creating friction. Deepening his kiss,
Reaper became aware of Kane holding him close, fingers digging into his skin,
leaving half-crescent marks.

Releasing Kane’s lips, Reaper took
one look at his panting, fuck-me expression and decided he could no longer
contain his need. He fished the lube from his back pocket, making Kane pause.

“What, you keep that around all the
time?”

Reaper decided it was safer not to
mention it was for emergencies. Hellhounds always liked to fuck after a mission
on the road, and plenty of willing bodies awaited them at the clubhouse. Empty
and meaningless sex Reaper was done with.

“I knew this would happen,” Reaper
said instead, lubing his fingers. He rubbed more lubricant into Kane’s waiting
hole, teasing him. Curling his finger in, Reaper found Kane’s spot. Kane
groaned, grinding against him. “Behave, pet.”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Kane
grumbled, groaning when Reaper slipped a second digit in and began widening
him.

“Patience. I don’t want to hurt you
and your injuries—”

Kane scoffed. “Minor cuts, and you
know that.”

Ignoring him, Reaper prepared Kane
for his access. “Come seat me, baby.”

Sighing, Kane moved closer and
Reaper pushed the tip of his cock in. Hammering the rest of the way in, Reaper
held Kane as he sheathed himself all the way to the hilt, balls brushing
against Kane’s ass. Kane groaned at the burn.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to fucking
make you soar,” Reaper said against his ear, biting down on the lobe. A whimper
came from Kane. “Feel me in you?”

“Fuck, yes. Move, please,” Kane
pleaded.

“Remember this, pet.”

Kane let out a breathy laugh,
trying to shift his hips, but Reaper kept him there, impaled on him. “Believe
me, big guy. I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon.”

“Good, because from now on, it will
only be my cock that will be in you.” Reaper slipped a hand between their
bodies to reach Kane’s tormented steel hard shaft. “And this, belongs to me.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re one
fucking crude and possessive bastard?” Kane hissed.

“What can I say? You like me that
way.” Reaper fastened his hold Kane’s hips. Clutching at his shoulders, Kane
let out another whine and Reaper began to move. Driving into Kane’s tight ass,
Reaper groaned. “So tight, baby. Relax, or this will hurt.”

“I want to feel you. Brand me,
please.” If Kane’s words didn’t hammer home, Kane’s inner muscles pulling him
in, urging him to go deeper, faster, the couch practically vibrating beneath
them did. Reaper would apologize to Ezra and Revo later.

“God, Reaper.” Kane bit into his
shoulder, leaving his own mark, riling Reaper’s wolf, making him more aroused.
Fingers gliding over Kane’s shaft, Reaper pumped Kane in tune to his thrusts.

“Please, I can’t keep it back any
longer,” Kane begged, warm breath tickling against Reaper’s ear.

Reaper relented. “Give it to me,
baby. Your release.”

With a scream, Kane exploded,
strings of his cum coating Reaper’s belly and ribs. Urged by Kane’s cry,
Reaper’s own balls drew against him. Several more plunges in, Reaper let out an
ear-shattering growl, and reached climax. The living room fell away, so did
everything else. Only thing that mattered was Kane and his body connected. His
wolf sated. Drawing Kane to him, faint alarm bells rang in Reaper’s head. Ignoring
it, Reaper closed his mouth over Kane’s neck, and unsheathed his canines.

“Yes,” Kane murmured, giving his
consent without realizing it.

Reaper bit down, canines piercing
skin and memories filled his brain. Kane’s life summed up in a nutshell,
flashing before his eyes. Bitter childhood memories and an absent single parent
made two brothers rely on each other. Time saw those two parting ways.

Reaper saw a younger Kane, kneeling
in the abandoned shipyard, weeping over his brother’s body. Angry and misguided,
Kane searched for clues, and his path led to Harvey, who piled lie upon lie.
Kane had been too blind to see Harvey was using him for his own selfish means.

Inwardly, he knew his sins were
exposed for Kane to see and judge, but he didn’t care. Reaper’s wolf howled in
triumph. While Reaper knew the bare bones theory of the mating ritual, he’d
never believed all the bullshit about souls joining, but he changed his mind.
Kane’s rapid heartbeat grew calm to match his. Reaper pulled his mouth away,
terrified to see what Kane had found—his tattered and sorry-ass excuse of a
soul.

Eyes wide, lips parted to a
surprise, Kane looked more like a lost young man and less of a killer. It made
him look infinitely sad, naïve and innocent. Tears filled the corner of his eyes.
He bit his lower lip, and Reaper had a hard time trying to hold his gaze.
Banishing the urge to crush those lips, drawing blood to gain Kane’s attention
again, Reaper waited.

“You were telling the truth,” Kane
whispered, reaching for him by instinct, grasping his biceps, as if terrified
to let go.

“Told you,” Reaper said, reaching
out to stroke Kane’s back until the human relaxed against him. They let the
silence sink in. More questions remained in the back of Reaper’s mind. What did
Kane think of his past, and the dirty luggage he came with? However, there was
plenty of time to find out later.
 
“Kane,
I need to see the wound on your neck.”

Kane lifted off him and sat on the
couch. Thank God, Ezra left his first aid kit within close distance. Snatching
the kit on the floor, Reaper returned to Kane, and fussed with the wound on his
neck. After taping the gauze on his neck, Kane broke the silence.

“Reaper, what does this mean?”

Reaper flashed him a toothy grin.
“You don’t know what the fuck a mating mark is, and you didn’t fight or resist
me?”

Kane made an incomprehensible sound
in his throat. “I know what this means.” Brushing a finger over the gauze, Kane
looked thoughtful. “What does this mean, for us?”

“Simple. You’re fucking mine now.
No matter how far you run, I’ll hunt you, find you, and drag you back.”

Snorting, Kane didn’t look
impressed by his threat. The taste of Kane’s fearlessness, his defiance, was
fucking addictive.

Shaking his head, Kane asked, “Why
do you always look at me like that, like you want to fuck me?”

“Because I do. I can’t think of
anything else, but enjoying what’s mine.” That earned Reaper a faint coloring
to Kane’s cheeks. Kane shivered, looking undecided and stricken by the
prospect.
Priceless
.

“Why do you think I’ll run?” Kane
demanded. “Are you implying I’m a coward?”

“Putting a blade to my throat
proves you’re far from one.” Reaper leaned in, catching Kane’s bottom lip with
his teeth, sucking, nibbling.

Shaking, Kane pressed a hand on
Reaper’s chest.

Pulling back, Reaper frowned.

“Don’t. With you doing that, it’s
hard to think straight.”

“Glad I have that effect on you.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Because I know you, Kane O’Conner.
You’re fucking frightened of this thing between us. That’s fine. Just wanted
you to know I’m one determined bastard.”