Book two of my Paranormal Security Council is Till Surrender, a para/fantasy M/M.
The key to his salvation is the one person he’s destined to love…and betray.
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.
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.
Saint leant forward, sniffing the side of Ryken’s neck. The other man’s heat scorched him, making his eyes slide shut. Ryken stiffened. Wave after delicious wave of arousal crashed over Saint, but he couldn’t act on it. He needed to drive Ryken away. “I can smell him on you, Ryken. David.” He spat the name out. “Did he fuck you? Give you what you needed?”
Whimpers left Ryken’s throat. His hands moved up, grabbed Saint’s forearms, the blunt nails sinking into his skin. Saint snatched Ryken’s hands away and pushed him backwards, slamming him into the door. A muted gasp escaped Ryken’s parted lips. Their gazes met, clashed, those gorgeous blues begging.
Ryken licked his lips and Saint was on him in a fucking heartbeat, tongue sliding inside wet heat, fingers tangling in silky blond locks. Ryken melted into him instantly, his cock straining between them, right leg lifting to wrap around Saint’s waist. Saint grunted into his mouth, reaching down to palm Ryken’s jean-covered ass.
Such a bad idea, yet Ryken’s taste made Saint feel drunk. He should slow down, think things through, but Ryken rocked on him, grinding his hard cock over Saint’s, and he couldn’t fucking think any more. Saint squeezed Ryken’s ass and slid his tongue over Ryken’s before pulling back a little. Through narrowed eyes, he saw Ryken’s lips, shining from his ministrations, and caught the plump bottom lip between his teeth.
Ryken clutched Saint’s neck, hips rocking, head tilted back. Tiny mewls drifted from his throat, making Saint wonder at the sounds Ryken would make when he slid into Ryken’s ass. When Ryken came.
Pre-cum leaked from him at the thought.
Saint dipped his tongue back into Ryken’s mouth and he opened for him, soft hands dragging from Saint’s neck, down his chest and tugging at the waist of his sweats.
The tattoo on the left side of Saint’s body moved, sliding out from its usual perch over his heart, reminding him of all he stood to lose. Saint stiffened and lifted his head. Ryken’s eyes remained closed, face blissed out, lips swollen red.
What the fuck am I doing?
Saint dropped his hands and stumbled back. Ryken’s eyes flew open at the desertion, questions filling them. Shaking his head, Saint searched for a way to drive him away, make him never want to come back. Something inside him cracked at the thought of never touching Ryken again, but Saint ignored it. He had a job to do.
Dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, Saint called up his coldest voice. “Throwing yourself at me won’t work, I’m not leaving. Go back to David, and don’t worry, I won’t tell him about this.”
Ryken looked as if he’d been slapped. Red blotches appeared on his face and neck and he bit his lip. If Saint had a heart, it broke at the profound pain in Ryken’s eyes, the hurt Saint caused. But that was much preferable to the alternative. A fate Ryken could never possibly conceive of.
“Are we done here?” Saint asked coolly. “I’m kinda busy.”
Ryken visibly collected himself and and pushed away from the door. Head down, he put his hand on the doorknob.
Saint turned around—he didn’t want to see Ryken leave so dejected. Shoving a hand through his hair, he cursed the Fates. It was never supposed to be like this, the pain in his chest, the breath frozen in his lungs. Blinding pain ripped through him as the tattoo on his left arm attempted to slide off completely. Saint grabbed the corner of the couch to keep himself from crumbling to the floor, praying Ryken would hurry up and leave.
“I can see through your harsh words to the truth, Saint.”
Ryken spoke from the doorway, his words soft, but Saint had no problem hearing them. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I know it scares you almost as much as it scares me. I’ll go because you say it’s what you want, though we both know it for the lie that it is.”
The door clicked softly.
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