Page 12 of Touched By Destiny
“Gabriel,” Eric said as he stopped in front of him with mere inches separating them.
Too consumed with lust to even find his tongue to speak, Gabriel gave a brief nod of his head to let Eric know he’d heard him. Those dreamy blue eyes were dark with need, and Gabriel’s cock jerked in response.
“Can I speak with you privately?” Eric asked, his voice no more than a raspy whisper.
It was an invitation. Gabriel was under no illusion about Eric’s intent. He’d declared it a night to toss away his inhibitions, and for some reason, he’d chosen Gabriel as the target of his desires. He knew he shouldn’t accept. If he were smart, Gabriel would insist Eric return to the dance floor. But Gabriel was apparently short on intelligence because he held out his hand instead. The other guards would figure out where they were going and likely why, but they were paid to be discreet.
As soon as Eric slid his warm palm into Gabriel’s, they left the private club at a fast clip. There were plenty of other inspirits around to ensure Richard and Maribeth were protected, so Gabriel didn’t worry about the other young Marwoods. His sole focus was on Eric and how fabulously his lanky frame was showcased in his tank and those pants highlighting the delicious curve of his pert ass.
“Where are we going?” Gabriel asked huskily.
Eric tugged a hotel key out of his pocket and handed it to him. A quick glance told Gabriel it was for a room on the first floor. They wouldn’t have to find an elevator, and Gabriel refused to pause to contemplate the stupid decision he was making. But as he unlocked the door and shut himself and Eric into the quiet space, he acknowledged that he’d been waiting years for this moment.
Gabriel reached for him, and suddenly there was a horny necromancer plastered to his front. Their mouths met, and Eric’s kiss was charmingly clumsy. He tasted of strawberries. Gabriel mused that those pretty boys he’d dated hadn’t had a clue how to please him. With a little gentle coaxing of his tongue, Eric relaxed, and their embrace grew languid and impossibly hot.
Clutching Eric’s round ass, Gabriel intended to give him an experience the necromancer would never forget. Long after Gabriel was dead and buried, he wanted Eric to recall his first night of passion. Gabriel shifted so his dick rubbed against Eric’s length. Eric groaned and tore his lips free to gasp loudly.
Taking advantage of his exposed neck, Gabriel sucked at Eric’s tender skin. His thoughts grew darker as he worked a hand between them to find Eric’s zipper, and he hoped none of Eric’s future trysts would compare to the passion exploding between them. No one had ever pushed Gabriel so close to the edge with such little effort.
A few sexy kisses, a couple of moans, and Gabriel’s balls were ready to empty. The last thing he wanted was to give either of them any time to think or put any space between them, but Gabriel shoved Eric away long enough to rip the tank top over his head. The smooth skin of his hairless chest was damp with sweat from dancing and the desire building between them.
Gabriel trailed his fingers down between Eric’s pectorals, and the muscles of his belly jumped as Gabriel moved lower. Shoving Eric’s pants over his hips revealed a small scrap of black that served as his underwear. The tip of his ruddy cock had defied the waistband, and Gabriel’s mouth watered with anticipation of his taste.
Landing on his knees, Gabriel eased the silly thong out of the way and wrapped his lips around Eric’s weeping cock. Eric’s legs wobbled, so Gabriel clutched his hips to keep him upright ashe hollowed his cheeks. He swallowed once Eric’s length hit the back of his throat. Eric let out a keening wail and grabbed fistfuls of Gabriel's short blond locks.
It was rough and frenzied and lacked any of the romance Gabriel believed Eric deserved, but he couldn’t stop himself. The musky scent of him, the salty tang of his skin and pre-come, and the sexy sounds spilling from him were Gabriel’s undoing. Perhaps that had been what he most feared about giving in to his feeling for Eric. There was power here. Of being dominated by the desire not of their bodies but of their hearts.
Such fanciful thinking was foreign to Gabriel, but he couldn’t stop himself. And it helped slightly to pull away from the edge. To give himself some precious moments to savor Eric, and to set aside his own need to rut against like him an animal. Gabriel’s hands flexed, and his fingers dug into Eric’s plump ass as he sucked him. Eric’s cock hardened further against Gabriel’s tongue, and it warned him he wasn’t the only one being teased by the promise of a blistering orgasm.
Mustering the few wits he had left, Gabriel let Eric’s dick slip from his mouth. Their gazes clashed, and Gabriel took immense pride in the way Eric’s pupils were blown so wide they’d eaten up the bright blue of his eyes.
“What…?”
Before Eric could finish his question, Gabriel stood and dragged his own zipper down. Gabriel freed his own length from behind the shield of his boxers, then carefully steered Eric a few steps away so they were close to the wall—mindful that his legs were still trapped in his clothing.
As Gabriel pressed close to Eric, their cocks touched, and Gabriel hissed out a breath. Taking Eric’s lips in a searing kiss, Gabriel wrapped his big hand around their dicks and tugged. Eric’s tongue grew more aggressive, delighting Gabriel, and his fingers were once again buried in Gabriel’s hair.
A tingle slid along Gabriel’s spine but was soon overwhelmed by a sensation so unexpected he nearly froze. Something deep inside him reached for Eric. A whiteness glowing brightly in his mind. The response was immediate. Silver filled his thoughts. The same radiance that shined from Eric’s hand whenever he used magic touched the snowy shine sprouting directly from Gabriel’s soul.
There was a blaze in Gabriel’s head—it started with a spark but grew into a shower of silver-and-white fireworks. Of two souls destined for each other, finally meeting their match. Overwhelmed, Gabriel nearly sobbed as it slowly disappeared and the demands of his body robbed him of that wondrous sight. But his desire wouldn’t be ignored.
His fist tightened as it moved ever faster over their stiff cocks. There was enough pre-come between them to keep the friction from growing uncomfortable, and Eric’s hands moved lower. He clutched Gabriel’s shoulders as his back arched and Eric came on a strangled groan. With Eric’s name on his lips, Gabriel’s hips surged forward, and he erupted. Spunk splashed on his fingers as his orgasm burned through him with unparalleled force.
Lost in desire and wonder, Gabriel continued to jerk them until Eric whimpered a protest. Gabriel stilled, and there was nothing in that hotel room but two men trying to catch their breath. Their raspy attempts were drowned out when the air conditioning kicked on, and goosebumps broke out over Eric’s nearly naked body. Later, Gabriel would reflect that it was that moment when reality first settled in and he realized with horror what they’d just done. Or, more accurately, what Gabriel hadallowedto occur.
The man Gabriel had been assigned to keep safe was standing with his boots still on and his pants hovering somewhere below his knees. His now-flaccid cock was trappedin Gabriel’s fist, and Gabriel wasn’t sure where he’d flung Eric’s tank top.
What the fuck had he been thinking?
Looming death sentence or not, there was no excuse for bringing Eric to a hotel room and divesting him of his virginal status. And how the hell was he supposed to handle the way their souls had touched? Gabriel knew what it meant, but they couldn’t be soulmates. It was impossible. Eric was destined to change the world, to offer countless souls solace, and to someday prove how far necromancers could push their magic.
And Gabriel? He’d be dead in a few years. All he’d leave behind was a framework for how to keep Eric safe. It wouldn’t last. Technology was ever-changing, and the Marwoods would adapt with it. All Gabriel could hope for was to be a glimmer of a memory for the immortal sorcerers who’d taken him in and given him a taste of genuine family and friendship. How had he paid the Marwoods back?
Gabriel lurched away from Eric almost drunkenly and stared at his hand. The one sticky with the remnants of his passion…and of Eric’s.
“Gabriel?” Eric asked.
“For fuck’s sake, get dressed,” Gabriel barked as his gaze raked over Eric’s beautiful body, and his dick twitched with anticipation of repeating what they’d just done.