Para/Fantasy (PSC #2)
The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray, so how long can Saint keep his distance and his secrets? How long Till Surrender?
Tattooed half-breed, Takayo ‘Saint’ St. John, kills for the PSC with single-minded efficiency. He’s never questioned or failed his assignments…until he stares into the cornflower blue eyes of Ryken Valte, the man whose life he’s infiltrated under false pretenses. Harsh words and a cold shoulder isn’t enough to keep the distance between them, but Saint’s mission hangs over his head. His job is to kill the brother of the man he loves and he sees no way out of his predicament.
Ryken melts under the intense attraction between him and Saint, but the man keeps pushing him away, denying their connection. Ryken would give up everything, do anything to have Saint at his side and in his bed, but secrets bigger than them make it impossible. Ryken yearns for Saint’s surrender, but he’ll get more than he bargained for when dark forces neither comprehends return with a vengeance.
“What the fuck do you want?”
Ryken’s eyes flew to his, the need and confusion in their blue depths blinding. Saint gritted his teeth. He wanted to haul the younger man into his arms, bite on those plump lips, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The cool air chilled the sweat on his skin, reminding Saint of his tattoos, exposed for Ryken to see. Underneath Ryken’s arousal and confused need, Saint caught the scent of another. Another man had held Ryken in his arms tonight.
Anger clouded his vision. That someone would dare touch what belonged to him—but he hadn’t staked any claims. Ryken was free.
Saint blinked and turned away from the door. He needed some distance to clear his mind, to breathe without thinking of finding this David shmuck and slitting his throat.
The door slammed shut behind him and he turned around. Ryken stood in the middle of the room, his eyes roaming over Saint’s skin. Damn, he had to get covered up.
“I asked what you wanted. Are you deaf or something?”
Ryken met his gaze slowly, tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip. A nervous gesture. “I want…”
Those soft-spoken words hardened Saint to painful proportions. He took a step forward.
Ryken backed up and spoke again. “I want you to quit. Now. Today.”
Saint couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing. Sure wasn’t expecting that. “So soon? I’ve only just arrived.”
Ryken frowned, the arousal in his eyes all but replaced by anger. “I don’t care what you tell my brother, but I want you to leave tonight.” Desperation flared on his face for a second, but he recovered smoothly, settling on a commanding sneer instead.
Lips curved, Saint slid his gaze down the tight length of Ryken’s body. Past the red T-shirt and tan leather jacket, to the dark jeans riding low on his hips. He licked his lips at the thick bulge growing bigger by the moment. “Scares you, doesn’t it?” Bringing his attention back to Ryken’s face, he saw that confused arousal was back.
Deep splashes of red coloured Ryken’s cheeks. “What scares me?”
Saint closed the distance between them with a grin, his cock swaying within the loose confines of his sweats with each step. “The pull you feel between us scares you. The fact that I get your cock hard scares you.”
Ryken’s jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
Saint kept going. “The fact that you see my face when you’re with David scares you.”
Ryken jerked as if struck. Guess that one hit home.
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