Fangs and Floggers (Weapons of Redemption 5)
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Copyright ©2013 Saloni Quinby
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Sprawled naked on a king-size bed covered in black satin sheets, Adrian stared at his captor and lover, who stood nearby.
Tarun's dark gaze roamed over Adrian as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Tendrils of long, dark hair tumbled over Tarun's shoulders and down his back, a contrast to his pale skin that was marked with several old scars on his chest, shoulders and arms. Though Adrian couldn't see his back, he knew it was crisscrossed with scars too. Tarun had seen much in his long life. He'd both caused and endured more than one man's share of pain. Despite his twisted soul and wrongdoings, Adrian didn't want to see him destroyed.
"Cancel this meeting tonight with your blood sons," Adrian said.
A wry smile flickered across Tarun's slim lips. "Impossible."
"Nothing is impossible. Brayden and Ansley will betray you tonight. You know I'm right."
"I know you don't trust them and with good reason."
"Why do you? For the past century they've been trying to kill you. Do you honestly believe they've reconciled with you? Just because they've been living here and working for you --"
"You said yourself you couldn't read them completely. You don't know if my blood sons will turn on me tonight or if they'll finally come home."
"This is not home to them and you know it. And you're wrong about me not being able to read Brayden and Ansley. I know what they're feeling and I can take a good guess about what they're thinking. They're torn. Part of them loves you and part of them hates you."
Tarun sighed and sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.
They still had a couple of hours before the Weapons of Redemption, as Tarun's five rebellious blood sons liked to call themselves, arrived at the mansion. This was supposed to be a reunion dinner, but Adrian knew it would end in disaster. He wanted to try convincing Tarun one last time, but he knew it wouldn't work so he'd taken precautions to prepare for the worst. Even Tarun didn't know about his plans.
Adrian's brother, Shane, was supposed to be at this strange family gathering as well, in the company of Bryce, the first blood son to betray Tarun -- the most dangerous and calculating of the five.
Pushing himself onto his elbow, Adrian reached out to caress Tarun's back. The man was thin but wiry -- far stronger than he looked.
"Brayden and Ansley are torn about what they'll do tonight," Adrian continued. "But I'll bet on them siding with their brothers. Why don't you just release me and cancel the meeting?"
Tarun gave a snort of wry laughter. He turned to Adrian and cupped his cheek. "Because, handsome, contrary to popular belief, this isn't all about you."
"I know. It's about whatever you've been hiding from me since I got here and you realized I can read you but you can't read me."
"I don't need psychic powers to figure you out, Adrian. Everything you feel is reflected in those sexy blue eyes of yours. You're worried about me. I'm touched, but there's no way in hell I'm canceling dinner with my blood sons. Not tonight."
"What's so special about tonight, except that it's New Year's Eve?"
"It's special to me. That's all you have to know. Now in case everything goes wrong, give me a proper sendoff." Tarun stood and quickly removed his pants, then he rejoined Adrian in bed. He lay on top of the taller man and kissed him.
Adrian buried his hands in Tarun's elbow-length hair, loving the sensation of thick tendrils between his fingers.
"I love your hair," Adrian murmured.
"Why, because it's like a woman's?"
"There's nothing feminine about you."
"Fucking right." Tarun cupped Adrian's cheek and studied him carefully. "You on the other hand, have a few traits."
Tilting his head slightly to the side, Adrian asked, "Should I be insulted?"
"Not from where I'm standing, baby."
"You're not standing."
"No, I'm kneeling." Tarun slid down Adrian's body and pushed his legs apart. He grasped his cock and stroked it. "Put your arms behind your head."
Adrian did what Tarun ordered. His heart pounded with anticipation as he let Tarun take the lead, as usual. The man loved being the boss and Adrian didn't mind so much, especially since Tarun seemed to know exactly what he wanted...