Ascension - Book Eight - Man x Man

Chapter 53 (M)

"It's not your fault, it's the damned siren song," I grumble, checking my pockets frantically for the suppressors. Of course, given that it was a solo mission, I'd come horribly unprepared for a Siren intervention. "Damn it... I don't have my inserts." I was out of practice with caring for my own organization, normally Verando was stocked to the hilt with everything we would need. 

"A Siren? A real Siren?" He slides out of his chair, standing as he attempts to distance himself from me. "Wait. I think I knew that. Tiberius, right?" 

The willpower was impressive. He must really find me repulsive to resist the melody, the Siren was good at aiding you into what you wanted. Sexual needs, desires, impulses, anything was on the table and the song provided you an outlet in the form of whoever was around you. It seemed to affect those with chemistry the hardest but even knowing someone and being familiar with them seemed to pull the two together. 

It had thrown me into Grayson, and had sent me ravaging Verando more than once. My wolf stands front and center, it'd been pawing at me all day for any sort of male attention. My body was in some sort of strange state, needing constant attention since I'd managed to gain some sort of control over it. I knew what it wanted, but the time and energy it took to fulfill the hunger was minimal. 

"Yes. Tiberius." I pull out my phone, fighting through the immense pressure. I just need to find his number, I need to call him and tell him to stop. "It's alright, I can control myself." It was a lie, I was failing miserably. My pulse was pounding in my ears, my clothes felt too tight, everything in me screamed for contact and the lesser version of my soul mate stood before me.

"What if I can't?" He manages, when I look up, I see that he's before me. Reddened cheeks, lip parted, he takes my face in his hands and crushes his lips to mine. I shiver at the intensity, cursing under my breath because it's on par with what I love about my husband so much. The way he claims my mouth, the command of his tongue against mine, while he lacks the stubble and the broad size of my version, his lips feel so familiar. 

I shove him back against the wall, attempting to put some distance between us. I was afraid I'd hurt him, my masochist grins back at me as he struggles to catch his breath. "This isn't going to be enough. I'm too familiar with you, you need to get out of here." 

"You give me and my self-control way too much credit." He manages, gripping my shirt as he yanks me to him, capturing my lips once more. "I don't think I could leave if I tried. I feel like my skin's on fire." Using both hands, he pushes me into one of the theatre seats roughly, sliding the arms up so he can straddle my waist and kiss my neck. I groan low in my throat, the alpha in me rages as I tangle my hand in his hair. 

What would Verando think? Would this hurt him? What was the line, what should I do? Pushing him away again, even if I could, might permanently damage what little we'd managed to build. My own sky-high morals waged war with the wolf who wanted to claim this man as his own. 

"You're starting to hurt my feelings." His hand snakes between my legs, groping me through my pants. "You're being way too quiet."

"Ah!" I manage, sinking my teeth into his neck. The moan he responds with sends a shiver down my spine, I'd never seen him so unleashed. 

"Keep doing that and there won't be anything left of me for you to have." He nearly whimpers, clutching my shoulder as he strokes me through my pants. Randy was light, so much so compared to his older self, thinner, I could see where Caspian viewed him as feminine. 

He had not yet come into his own, not bulked on the muscle that I found so alluring. "Randy I'm just thinking about how you're going to feel about this." I roll my hips against his hand, the Siren song was nearing its second chorus. I could only hope they would take a break, that they would need to discuss Helen's role in this. Her missed notes were affecting the song, giving me small lapses of clarity though it didn't seem to do the same for the mortal on top of me.