Temperance (Defiance #4) by Stephanie Tyler

Author:Stephanie Tyler [Tyler, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, motorcycles, mm, bikers, defiance, psychics, mcs, new adult, apocolyptic
Publisher: Stephanie Tyler, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

He’d needed this so badly—and Rebel hadn’t turned him away. He could’ve, easily, and Declan wouldn’t have blamed him. The assassination tonight had turned everything the both of them knew on its ear, changed their futures forever. Whether it was for better or worse remained to be seen.

Rebel worked his way along Declan’s body, sucking and biting, adding his own marks to Declan’s tattoos as Declan’s skin tingled and tightened at his touches. “Yeah, Reb…just like that.”

And when Rebel had marked what seemed like every part of Declan, that’s when he began to ready Declan to take him.

“Fuck the lube—I don’t care,” Declan told him. “I want it to hurt.”

Rebel didn’t completely comply with that, but he used less lube than he normally would’ve, allowing Declan to feel the sweet burn as he entered. After that, Rebel fucked him in earnest, taking out his frustrations from the evening, exactly as Declan wanted him to.

The carpet burned against Declan’s back as Rebel drove into him. His legs were splayed on Rebel’s shoulders and he was totally helpless against the onslaught.

He closed his eyes and let Rebel’s special brand of magic fucking take him out of himself. The past weeks leading until tonight had been tension filled, and tonight had been a culmination, a release.

Having Rebel fuck him was the icing on the day. And after he’d come, yelling Rebel’s name, Rebel untied his wrists from the table and flipped him onto his belly. Once retied, with Rebel’s arm under him to hold him up a bit, Rebel brought his hand down hard on Declan’s ass.

“Fuck.” Declan attempted to squirm away, hadn’t expected that right after his orgasm, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t help but count the slaps—twenty in all—and when Rebel was done, Declan’s ass stung…and he’d come again.

*

“Don’t,” Declan growled at Rebel, hours later, after several orgasms and being helped into bed. “It’s too much.”

“Never had to force you before—I don’t intend to start now,” Rebel assured him. His palms splayed across Declan’s shoulders as Declan’s nerves, shot from the stress of the last several days, plus the nightmares, bucked at the overstimulation. “I’ve got you. You might not believe that, or want it but—”

“Fuck,” Declan muttered as Rebel’s hands calmed him. The guy’s touch had done that for him since day one.

Rebel chuckled. “Not tonight—I’m not that easy.”

“Bullshit you’re not.” Still, Declan felt himself drifting as Rebel pushed him chest-first against the pillows. When Declan lay prone, Rebel continued to knead Declan’s tender flesh.

“You’re here, Dec. I’ll protect you.”

“Who’s going to protect me from you?” It slipped out before he could stop himself.

Rebel’s response was a soft kiss on his neck, almost behind his earlobe and then, “That ship sailed a year ago.”

“You left,” Declan reminded him, like that needed to be said.

“You made me,” Rebel shot back.

“We’re not doing this. Not when I’m staying at Defiance. It’s suicide. Especially because it’s a secret.”

“I don’t owe anyone an explanation of my sex life. And we’re not at Defiance right now.

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