Hell To Pay: Hellhound Champions Book Two, page 13
Cody whimpered and let go.
Sol hurried out of the shower and went to grab lube from under the sink. He was back in the shower before his skin had a chance to cool. Cody’s pupils were blown and he stared hungrily at Sol as he stepped closer. “Turn around.”
“Fuck.” Cody spun around and put his hands against the wall. He pushed his hips out and Sol couldn’t help but grin.
“Eager boy.”
“This eager boy is going ride you like a pony in about three point five seconds if you don’t do something.”
Sol laughed and pushed in close. He leaned over Cody and nipped his ear. “Behave.”
“I can’t, Sol. I swear, if you don’t do something right… oh….”
Sol traced his fingers over Cody’s hole, effectively shutting Cody up. He reached for the body wash and squirted some into his hand. Cody shivered. “Cold?”
“No.”
Cody was trembling, though, his body coiled and ready. Sol reached around him and dragged his soapy hands down Cody’s chest. He stopped on his belly, felt Cody’s swift indrawn breath through the clenching of his muscles, and then traced down further until his fingers reached Cody’s cock.
He gripped it in his hand, giving it a gentle tug, before releasing it and moving further down Cody’s body. His arms only reached the top of Cody’s thighs, and since he had no plans of letting Cody go, he simply moved up again. Over thighs and cock, belly and chest. He put his hand on Cody’s neck and gently eased him back.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” Sol murmured into his ear. “Your skin is so soft. Your body fits against mine like it was made for me.”
“It was,” Cody whimpered. He pushed back, moving his ass against Sol’s cock. “Sol, please.”
“So impatient,” Sol grumbled.
He pulled Cody around and let the water pour over them both, rinsing away the last of the soapy bubbles. Even though Cody protested, Sol shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried Cody off slowly, carefully, ignoring the grumbles. Sol dropped to one knee, Cody’s cock right in his face, and he looked up at Cody as he ran the towel down his legs.
“And I just died,” Cody huffed. “You should be illegal.”
“Maybe I am.” He leaned in and sucked the tip of Cody’s dick into his mouth but released it just as quickly.
“If I murder you, they will let me go free. Torture is wrong, Sol.”
Sol laughed and pushed to his feet. He ran the towel over his body quickly, then grabbed the lube. Before Cody could complain about anything else, Sol flung him over his shoulder and carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. It definitely shut Cody up, but of course, that was before Cody bit his ass. Hard.
“Ow.”
He flipped Cody over, and he bounced into the center of the mattress. Cody glared at him. Sol loved every second of it. He grinned and grabbed Cody’s ankles, dragging him to the edge of the bed.
“What are you smiling at?”
Sol spread Cody’s legs and ran his hands over Cody’s thighs. “I’m happy.”
Cody’s glare faded. “Dammit. You say the best things. But if you don’t fuck me already, I really will murder you dead.”
Sol laughed. He flipped the cap on the lube and put some on his fingers. “So impatient.”
“Duh. Have you seen you? I mean, I have because those pictures, Sol. I’ve been dreaming about you for days and I didn’t even know it was you, and now I know it’s you, and it’s better.”
Sol stroked a slick finger over Cody’s hole before pushing it inside. Cody gasped and bit his lip.
“Fuck, Sol.”
“That’s the plan.”
Cody grumbled again. Sol added a second finger.
“Fuck.”
His patience was at its limit, but he wouldn’t hurt Cody. He watched Cody’s face, already learning what he liked. What he didn’t. What he needed. And what drove him insane.
“More,” Cody demanded.
Sol slipped his fingers free and added more lube. He slid them in again. The stretch drew another long whine from Cody, but he didn’t fight it. He reached for Cody’s cock, stroking it softly as he made sure Cody’s hole was ready for him.
“Enough.”
Sol lifted his gaze to Cody’s. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Cody growled.
Sol leaned down and sucked the head of Cody’s cock into his mouth.
Cody keened, arching up and pushing his cock in deeper.
“Sol, please.”
He raised his head, keeping his fingers busy stretching out Cody’s hole. “I want to be sure you’re ready. I’d never hurt you.”
Cody’s breath hitched. “Don’t be all sweet now. Fuck me, Sol. Like you mean it.”
“Well, since you demanded so nicely.”
Cody reached for his arm and tugged, but Sol didn’t move. There were definite perks to having supernatural strength. Cody scowled and tugged again.
Sol grinned and began stroking his own cock. “Want something?”
“There’s the sarcastic pain in the ass I’ve known for years.”
Sol leaned down and positioned his cock at Cody’s hole. “I’ll show you pain in the ass.”
Cody groaned. And it wasn’t because Sol had eased the tip of his dick inside, although that might have added to it a little. “Don’t be cheesy when you have your cock in my ass, okay?”
Sol pushed forward a little, and Cody’s breath hitched.
“Don’t be so bossy,” Sol teased.
“Don’t be such a slow poke. Some of us are human. We could die before you finally get around to it.”
Sol paused, scowling at Cody even as he eased forward a little more, unable to resist the snug grip Cody’s hole had on him. Had someone revealed the secret to Cody?
“Super serum, Sol. Don’t look confused. Get with the program.”
For a moment, Sol had thought Cody knew his last secret. He grinned and grabbed Cody’s hips. He pushed forward, his cock sliding in until his hips were pressed against Cody’s ass. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll forget to sass me.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Cody smirked at him as Sol leaned forward.
Sol kissed him quickly before pulling away. “Challenge accepted.”
“Oh fuck,” Cody groaned.
Sol pulled out and pushed forward again, starting a steady rhythm that had Cody crying out his name, begging for more with each thrust of his hips. He hadn’t lied when he said he wouldn’t be able to go slow. The first time Cody clenched his ass against Sol’s cock, he was done. Done waiting and wondering. Done longing and hoping. He was ready to fuck Cody so well he would never forget it. He’d never let him go after this. He’d find a way to explain and convince Cody to—
“Stop thinking and fuck me, Sol. That fucking dick of yours is magic. Fucking hell.”
Cody often held himself back. He was guarded at the best of times, even when he pasted on his fake-happy bartender smile that Sol had always seen through. This was Cody at his most real, though. Bossy, foul-mouthed, and demanding. Sol had finally found the heart of him, and he couldn’t be happier.
“Magic dick, huh? I’ll take it.”
Cody growled. “If you don’t stop teasing me right now—”
Sol pulled back and only moved in slow shallow thrusts. He let go of Cody’s hip and traced a finger down his cock, from tip to balls. Then further, to his hole. He traced the rim, still shallowly thrusting.
“Sol, please.”
And there was the magic word. Sol leaned forward and pushed all the way inside. Cody gasped and wrapped his thighs around Sol’s hips. Goddess, the sounds he made, the way he felt. Sol was having trouble keeping himself in check. His beast wanted free, wanted to make Cody theirs for the world to see. Mark him up and scent him.
Sol’s eyes started to form a red haze, and he quickly tucked his face into Cody’s neck. He sucked up a spot there and Cody arched his neck to the side, allowing better access. It did nothing to help Sol’s tenuous control.
“Fuck, Cody,” Sol groaned.
“Yes, Sol. Please, fuck Cody already.”
Sol moved again, slamming his hips forward.
Cody gasped and pulled his thighs up higher. “Yeah, right there.”
Sol did it again. And again. Until he was rutting against Cody, fucking into him hard and fast. No finesse, no skill. Simply pure, raw want. His control slipped further, claws forming at the end of his hands. He slammed them into the bed, thrusting harder still, chasing that elusive thread of pure pleasure that had begun building at the base of his spine.
Cody met him thrust for thrust, clinging to Sol’s back as he began making frantic noises, seeking the release Sol promised to give him. Sol untangled his claws and forced them into his hands so he could grab Cody’s legs and pull them higher. The sound of pleasure he got was reward in itself, and then Cody’s hole began to spasm around him as he came, crying out Sol’s name.
It was all it took for Sol to come as well. He hid his face again, knowing he’d used the last bit of control he had, and thrust into Cody harder, faster, until he too found his pleasure. His cock spurted deep inside and Cody groaned as Sol’s body began to tremble. He kept thrusting, chasing the last of it. Not wanting the moment to end but knowing he’d pushed Cody harder than he should have. His beast grumbled, concerned about his mate’s well-being.
Sol breathed in one giant breath and found his balance once more. He opened his eyes, pleased to see that the red haze had vanished, and then raised his head. Cody’s eyes were closed and his legs had fallen open to the side. He had the most fucked-out grin on his face. After a moment, he reached blindly for Sol, finding his bicep and squeezing it gently. “Good super serum soldier. Good boy.”
Sol pulled out and Cody shivered.
“That was mean.”
Sol huffed. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to Cody’s side. But he shouldn’t have worried. Cody had fallen asleep with the smile still on his face and his legs splayed wide.
Solomon
Sol tucked his face into Cody’s neck and breathed his sweet scent. He wished he could join Cody in sleep with his own very well-fucked smile on his face. Sol had cleaned them both up and crawled into bed behind him. He wasn’t able to rest. His nerves were still stretched too tightly. He worried over his pack, his alpha, and his alpha-mate. Cody seemed to sense his distress because he wiggled closer. Sol tucked his thigh between Cody’s legs and pressed his chest to Cody’s back.
Cody made a pleased little huff before drifting away once more. Sol loved how vocal Cody was with him. He’d worried they wouldn’t communicate well. Their recent experiences excluded, he and Cody might as well have been speaking different languages. But not now. The way Cody looked at him now was the same way Drew looked at Shaq.
Sol wrapped his arm around Cody and laid his hand over Cody’s heart. The steady beat soothed his frazzled nerves a little further. He opened his senses and listened to the sounds of his pack settling into his home. Walt and Shelly were still looking out for Sophie. She’d not fallen asleep yet, but from the sound of her breathing, she’d be falling asleep soon. Teague, Achim, Vice, and Calli were still outside keeping watch.
The ward the coven set hadn’t alerted him of any approaching danger. He’d done everything he could to keep the pack safe until Shaq’s return. Sol breathed in Cody’s scent again. He had just begun to relax when he heard footsteps approaching the door, and then a gentle tap. “Yes?”
Walt opened the door and stuck his head inside. He smiled at the sight of them and Sol couldn’t help but return it. “About time,” Walt grumbled.
“You need something?”
“Mason texted. The bar is crazy.”
The last time Sol had looked at the time it wasn’t even eight in the morning.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s what I said. Well, I actually said what the f—udge.” Walt glanced nervously over his shoulder but didn’t seem to have caught Sophie’s attention.
“Walt, tell me.”
“I guess they all know something’s going on.”
Sol nodded. “I’ll be out in a few.”
“Thanks, Sol. Sorry to pull you away.”
Sol nodded again and tucked his face into Cody’s neck. He didn’t want to get up and deal with anything. He wanted to stay here with Cody and bask in it for more than the hour he’d had. But it wasn’t in the cards. In Shaq’s absence, the responsibilities of his alpha were his. Sol slipped out of bed and rearranged the blankets so Cody’s body was covered. After cleaning up a bit, he pulled on a pair of jeans and one of the T-shirts from the bar. He went into the bedroom and stared down at Cody. He looked peaceful. Sol leaned down and kissed his head. “Hey.”
Cody grumbled. “Sleep.”
“I can’t. They need me at the bar. I didn’t want to leave—”
“No.”
Sol grinned as Cody reached for his jeans and grabbed his belt loop.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Get some rest.”
“Sol,” Cody grumbled. “What time is it? I can’t have slept that long. It’s morning. The bar is closed.”
“Shh. Go to sleep. I’ll be back.”
“Hurry,” Cody mumbled. He closed his eyes but didn’t let go of his hold on Sol’s jeans.
Sol kissed him again, unable to resist the temptation, and slid Cody’s fingers free. One last breath and Sol straightened and left the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him. Shelly was carrying Sophie out of the room, the little girl finally asleep once again.
“Stay alert,” Sol said.
Walt nodded. “I don’t like this.”
Sol grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “Your job is to keep the girls and Cody safe. If something happens, get them out of here. Take them to the goddess’s gate and wait for me there.”
Walt fought back the flames in his eyes and breathed. “I will.”
“I know. I won’t be long.”
“I’m going to cook.”
Sol gave Walt’s shoulder one last squeeze before heading outside. Calli stood on the porch, waiting for him. “What’s up?”
“Mason called. There’s something weird going on at the bar.”
“Let’s go.”
Sol started to argue, not wanting to divide the pack further, but she was right. “We get in and out.”
“You thinking it’s a trap?”
“No.”
Mason had been a friend of their pack for years and his expertise in security had come in very handy during certain situations they’d faced. If Mason thought there was actual trouble at the bar, he wouldn’t have called Walt. He would have reached out to Shaq first, and if not Shaq, then Sol. He knew the chain of command in their pack. No, Mason had simply given them a heads up.
Sol opened a portal and went through to the area behind the bar. His senses were immediately flooded with other. “What the hell?”
Mason stepped out of the back door of the bar. “I figured you’d show up.”
“Your message to Walt was cryptic.”
“Yeah, well, go out front and you’ll get it.”
Sol flipped Mason off for being both smug and vague at the same time and began walking around the side of the bar. He stopped the moment he caught sight of the parking lot. “What the hell?”
“Yeah,” Mason said. “That’s pretty much what I said.”
If Sol had to put a label on what was currently happening in the parking lot of the bar, he’d call it tailgating. There were multiple vehicles. Most of them sitting with trunks popped open. Different creatures were sitting around in camping chairs. There were even a couple of those portable fire pit things.
“What the hell?”
Calli coughed, attempting to smother a laugh, and Solomon glared at her. Lucky for her, he saw a familiar horned-head on the outskirts of the crowd.
“Cosmo!”
Sol’s voice might have been a little louder and a lot angrier than he’d intended, but he didn’t need the distraction at the moment. Cosmo side-stepped his way over to Sol and gave him a sheepish grin.
“Talk,” Sol demanded.
“The natives are restless,” Cosmo said quietly.
“That tells me nothing.”
Cosmo bit his lip nervously and looked around the parking lot. “Others are sensing the changes in the air. There are rumors, Solomon. Dark rumors.”
“What rumors?”
Cosmo shook his head. “I speak not of such travesties.”
Sol grabbed Cosmo by the shoulder and leaned down into his face. “You better talk, Cosmo. I am not in the mood.”
Cosmo looked around nervously once more. “The aswangs come.”
His voice was as quiet as it could possibly be, but the whispered words still conveyed his terror.
Calli sucked in a breath. “Shit.”
“Why are they all here then?” Sol asked, looking around at the parking lot full of supernatural creatures. The aswangs would come for the hellhounds first. They held a serious grudge against them after their last attempt at an uprising.
“Because we all sense that Meshaq is not in this realm. We seek to be near the champions and our protectors should the rumors turn out to be true. This is not the time for those of us who do not have large, powerful clans to be alone.”
“Shit,” Sol said.
If this many of their kind had shown up, then the rumors had some meat to them. He did not need this complication right now, especially with Shaq out of their realm.
“They are restless, Solomon,” Cosmo continued quietly. “Not even our song calms their fears. They seek safety and comfort from those who can provide such things.”
“Understood,” Sol said gently. “I’m dealing with another major issue at the moment, though. This puts a very fucking complicated twist in things.”
“You must help them remain calm, Solomon. Their fear is real.”
Cosmo may annoy the living fuck out of him sometimes, but he wasn’t the raging idiot he appeared to be. He’d been around a long time, almost as long as Shaq and Solomon, and he had connections with nearly every clan in the realm. Everyone was drawn to his cheerful ways, and even though he drove them crazy at times, his insights had been invaluable.
