Ascension - Book Eight - Man x Man

Chapter 108 (M)

Moving through the packed ranks of the backstage crew, I shiver at the thought of getting close to him after all this torment. My senses guiding me, my wolf looking for comfort after such an unsettling ordeal. While Bastet had been nothing but kind, if anything overly generous; her appearance at the concert was concerning. 

Sorting through the patrons looking to shake hands, and talk, my patience was wearing thin. A predator hunting for his prey, a soul mate looking for his other half, it was getting between me and the object of my affection that was bringing the low rumble to my chest. I had time, he'd only just gone on break. 

His voice was powerful, but took a lot out of him, he'd be hoarse for days after a performance like this. 

Tiberius was good at resting him during the particularly lude numbers. Verando didn't have the temperament for such performances, while I found him alluring, most of the public was imagined to struggle with the more provocative numbers when it came to the warlord. Much as we hadn't gotten to test that theory, the distaste of his expression was reason enough to exclude him. 

Spotting the light eyes, I excuse myself from the small group of reporters, only to freeze at the intensity of the toy turned up. My legs threatened to buckle as one of the stagehands gripped my arm, catching me off guard yet with the intensity, I was unable to do more than curl up against the soft body of a mortal man. "Are you alright, sir? You're shaking."

I wasn't shaking, I was reacting to the vibrations of the toy. I felt like I was going to lose it, to close to his scent, to on edge. 

Pressed against my sweet spot, he takes his time approaching me, the tables turned to where I was now the prey being stalked. A casual stride that makes me damn him to the furthest depths, grabbing the man's shirt in an attempt to hold myself together. I can only tempt my warlord to come to me as I throw my arms around the stagehand's neck. 

"I'm feeling weak." I manage. 

The man gapes, wide-eyed, attempting to not touch me and yet, supporting me best he can. It's uncommon for a man to act in such away, I was no longer a youthful boy but more so an adult male with more substance to him than I was used to. I imagined I was quite heavy to the poor mortal. "Maybe you should sit down?"

"Maybe you should take me to a room to rest? I've had a little too much to drink." I insist, staring up at the tanned man who flinches as I feel the presence of the man who owned me. 

"I'll take it from here." His voice is short, and harsh. 

The stagehand nods, quickly handing me over. Where I hope he'd pick me up, he only grips my forearm with an irritated scowl. I couldn't focus on that, I wrap myself at him, burying my nose against the base of his neck with a shakey inhale. "There you are. I knew that'd make you come to me."

"I see I've left you on your own for too long. I could smell you across the concert hall, you've been driving me mad all night." he manages, gritting his teeth as he brushes his nose through my hair. The prominent canines did not miss my gaze, he was on the edge of his own control. "Can you try and contain yourself? Your scent is..."It wasn't often I felt him struggle like this, his jaw tight, his body rigid against my own. 

I practically purr at his response, pressing impossibly closer to him, surrounded by suspicious stage hands, managers, and VIP pass holders. It reminded me of the time he took me in front of the staff at Naptalion's home. With a giggle, I grip his tie, pulling him down towards me with a sharp yank. "Or what? You'll have me right here?" My words are a hushed murmur, so that only he could hear. I was out of my mind, euphoric on a day's worth of edging.

The intensity of the toy builds, I press my body to his as I climb. It takes everything in me to hold back the moan. This was a form I could lean on, bearing my weight on him, panting heavily as I attempt to ward off completion. "Mmm.. that'd be way too satisfying for you. Why don't you show everyone what your true colors are?" he muses, capturing my jaw with his hand.