Mark of Cain(ManxMan) Book 1 in the Divine Love Trilogy

Chapter Fifteen: First

A/N: SOO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS. IT TIME FOR SOME LOVIN. IF YOUR THIS FAR INTO THE STORY THAN ITS SAFE TO SAY YOU LIKE BOYXBOY ACTION. SOO HERE YA GO.

MUSICAL MUSE: HALO: BEYONCE

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

Tyberius P.O.V

I'm dead. I'm dead and I'm being tormented with kissing Sam. Something that I won't ever get to do. But this seems so real. I can feel the grass beneath my body. I can feel the wind blowing on my face. I can feel him in my arms.

This can't. be real.

"Please be real."

My choked whisper startled me. I stared into Sam's eyes searching for truth.

"I'm real. This is real. I see the truth now."

He spoke softly to me, running his figers through my hair. I love the feel of his fingers on my scalp. I can't help the tears that leaked from my eyes.

"Shit man you fucking scared me!"

Rhys tackled me in a ferocious bear hug. I didn't know he was even here. He climbed off me pulling me and Sam up from the ground. At the edge of the clearing, I could see his mate crying. She ran to him squeezing his massive bulk in her small arms.

"Gods don't ever do shit like that again!" She choked out.

He rubbed her tiny back before pulling away.

"Ty this is Magda, My mate." His voice rung with true happiness.

"Hello Magda, this is Samandriel....My mate." The happiness that I felt just saying those words was almost to much to handle.

"Well we all have some.....uh......catching up to do, so...umm.....call before you show up ok." He smirked at his own innuendo.

With that said, Magda waved her hand in a circle around Rhys and herself. Magic cloaked  them them, them they were gone. Disappearing in a soft pop.

I was alone.....with Samandriel.

I turned to see him just staring at the ground. I placed my fingers under his chin, lifting his eyes to mine. I could see the tear streaming down his face and it broke something in me. All I wanted was dor him to stop crying. I wanted him happy.

I brought both my hands to his face and pulled his lips to mine. The kiss was desperate. I felt like at any moment, he would push me away. He responded with the same longing and intensity. I traced my tongue along his bottom lip, begging for entrance. His lips parted and our tongues met in a smooth embrace. A small moan vibrated from deep with in me.

We were a tangle of limbs and hands roaming. I needed more of him. I needed to touch him more. My demon fought me for dominance. I struggled to keep it a bay.

I broke the kiss only long enough for Sam to breath and to take his shirt off. I started for hus pant when he stopped me.

Oh Gods....Please!

Fear spiked through me. He realized whar he was doing.

As if sensing what I was feeling, he caressed my cheek softly.

"Let me." he said.

In an instant, all of our clothes were gone. Samandriel stood there before me completely naked.

I was awestruck by his beauty. His chest was milk white with out the slightest hint of hair on it.  He was lean with a slight six pack. His Hair hung just past his upper arms. He was pure.