Flynn, Joyee - Damian [Marius Brothers 5] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Page 7

  So for one night, he wasn’t on the prowl and knew I wasn’t either. We just wanted to have fun and talk to each other, complete strangers basically, about all of our problems without being judged or anyone, like family, stepping in to try and fix everything.

  I was jarred out of my thoughts when a large man moved in from behind and placed his hands on my hips, molding his body to mine. And had an impressive erection pressing against my lower back.

  “Sorry, I’m taken,” I yelled over my shoulder. “I’m just out to dance and drink. Not looking for more.”

  “Good to know, amante,” Cyrus purred in my ear. I had seen him!

  “I’m not going back yet,” I said defiantly as I turned around to face him.

  “I’m not asking you to. I said I would go dancing with you if you waited for me,” he replied with a hurt expression. He smoothed a curl of my hair away from my face and moved his hand to cup my cheek. “You ran from me.”

  “I needed to get out, to think. I wasn’t going to do anything bad, or don’t you trust me either now, too?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. I lifted my hand slightly with the intention of moving his hand off my cheek, but then I realized something weird. “You’re touching me in public.”

  “Sí.”

  “Only because we don’t know anyone around us, right?” My moment of shock wore off when I realized why that was.

  “That doesn’t make it any easier for me that these people are strangers, Damian,” he answered hesitantly, but still moved his hand further up my cheek and around my head. “But I will figure out a way to get past it if that’s what you need.”

  “No,” I whispered and pushed him away. I was glad he wanted to try, but this wasn’t something I could force him into doing for me. “I don’t want you to touch me or kiss me in public only because it’s what I want. That’s not the point or any fun.”

  “I am trying here, amante. I do not want the man I love to leave me, but you have to show me how to be what you need.” His voice was pleading.

  “That’s funny,” I barked out, laughing cruelly. “Yeah, you love me. Right. Tell me another one.” I couldn’t believe he was trying to sell me this bullshit. But then I saw him wince, his face falling even further into despair. “Shit. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “I would never lie about something like that. I thought you knew I loved you until what happened today,” he admitted, his face heating up with embarrassment.

  “You can’t love me.” I balked, too shocked to control my mouth. “You don’t even know me. You know how to fuck me, that’s it. How can you say you love me when I don’t love you?”

  Oh shit. That was mean, and I sooo didn’t mean it to come out like that. Cyrus looked as if I’d just kicked him in the sac, ran over his cat, and told him Santa Claus wasn’t real all at once.

  “I know my heart,” he whispered, shaking his head sadly as he let me go. “The moment you pulled that box out from under the bed, so scared and vulnerable, I knew I already loved you. I wanted to show you what real love and pleasure was and take away all of your pain and worries. But I can see now that I have shown you nothing.”

  “I didn’t say that,” I said gently before turning to Emmett, who had taken a few steps back as if trying to slink away unnoticed into the crowd. I reached over and placed my hand in his. “Don’t leave yet. I still need to get your number.”

  “Okay, call me if you need my help,” he replied, eyeing over Cyrus. “I’m scrappier in a fight than I look.”

  “I’ll bet you are.” I laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek before pulling Cyrus into a quieter corner.

  “You kissed another man in my presence and say you would never cheat?” His eyes flared with anger and something else. Something that looked like possessiveness. “You are mine!”

  Before I could even answer, I was pinned against the wall with his mouth on mine, his lips urging me to surrender. He overtook all my senses with his kiss, claiming me for anyone to see. But that didn’t seem to be enough for him. Cyrus moved his hands under my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips and invading what little space I had left.

  When air became necessary, he pulled his mouth off of mine, gasping for air.

  “People can see,” I whispered, wanting him to not regret any of this.

  “I don’t care,” he growled, and then his eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “I don’t care.” A feral smile spread over his face. “For the first time, I don’t care who sees or knows how I feel. Fuck. I want them to all know who you belong to.”

  I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but the question still came out in a suspicious tone. “What changed?”

  “I thought I’d lost you, and suddenly, the way I’d been raised, the things I’d been taught, didn’t seem to matter anymore.” I realized I really didn’t know shit about my mate. What the hell was he talking about?

  “I don’t understand,” I whispered, horny but yet oh so confused.

  “You will if you give me another chance,” he said gently, rubbing his fingers over my jaw. “I will tell you everything, Damian. We will talk. I thought things were going well and I would open up when I was ready, but I realized on the way here some things we’re just never ready for. I just have to do it and then it will get easier.”

  “Okay then,” I replied with a smile. I still had no clue what he was talking about, but I did understand that something major just happened for my mate. And I was a part of it. “Emmett, that man, nothing happened. He’s having a really rough time, like when we met, and I just want to help him, let him know he’s not alone. That’s all, I swear it.”

  “I believe you, amante. Let’s go talk with your new friend. We will help him if we can. And then if you’ll allow it, I’d like to go home and spend some time with my mate getting to know him.”

  “I’d like that.” I almost swooned in his arms. Who knew running away would have such a great outcome? Maybe those goofy romance movies knew what they were talking about after all? It seemed the moment Cyrus thought he might lose me, he snapped out of his world and saw what else was around him. Namely, me. “And I am falling for you, mi alma. I just don’t think I can be in love with someone I barely know.”

  “Well, I do love you, and I’m sorry I’ve not shown you that.” He nodded as if he understood my position. He looked a little sad still but didn’t try to push me into admitting something I wasn’t ready to say. I fell just a little harder for him right then.

  “I know there’s no one else in the world I’d rather be with and no one’s ever made me feel as you do,” I admitted, wanting to give him something to hold on to while we worked things out.

  “That is more than enough for now and more than I deserve after being such an ass.” He lowered me to my feet, giving me another quick kiss before leading me back to the dance floor…his hand in mine. In public! I was ready to be a total dork and start skipping alongside of him I was so happy.

  But can someone six four even skip?

  “Emmett, I want you to meet my husband, Cyrus,” I said loudly when we found him sitting at the bar. Emmett turned on the stool to look over at us as we came up behind him.

  “It is a pleasure.” Cyrus raised Emmett’s hand to his lips, and I swear the little guy was going to pass out at the gesture. I didn’t get the feeling too many people were ever nice to him. “Can we go somewhere quieter and talk?”

  “I–I can’t leave,” Emmett said nervously, his glance darting to the corner. “My pimp has someone for me to meet up with in a bit. It’s supposed to be my night off, but he just told me when he walked in here.”

  “Pimp?” I gasped, my eyes going wide with shock. The bartender came over to us and I signaled for him to get me what Emmett was having.

  “I thought you weren’t the type to judge,” he sneered and started to get up off the stool to move away from us.

  “Emmett, wait,” I said quickly, grabbing his arm. “I wasn’t judging. I’m just shocked, okay? You
seem so innocent and young. I just wasn’t ready to hear you had a pimp.”

  “We do what we have to.” He shrugged, looking older and sadder suddenly before plastering on a fake smile. “Besides, I like sex, right? If I can make a living off of it, all the better for me.” His tone carried a false enthusiasm.

  “Is your pimp going to get mad if we keep talking to you and taking up your time?” I didn’t know how pimps really were, but in the movies, they were monsters, and the last thing I wanted was to get Emmett in trouble.

  “Yeah, he’s already glaring,” he sighed, shaking his head.

  “I’m going to give you my number and where I work,” I said and nodded to Cyrus, who was already off to find some paper and a pen. “If you ever need anything, you let me know, okay? And we still need to talk about the biting. Nothing’s wrong with you, Emmett. I really do want us to be friends.”

  “I’d like that, too. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend who wasn’t intent on just getting me bent over something.” He looked so lost admitting that, but yet hopeful as his eyes shined up at me. I wondered if he’d ever had a real friend.

  “I’m serious on my offer,” I whispered quietly in his ear when I leaned over to grab the drink I had signaled the bartender to give me earlier. Cyrus slipped me some paper, and I carefully passed it on to Emmett, knowing we were being watched. “You want to get out of this life and away from the pimp, I can protect you. My family is very connected. You’re not trapped if you don’t want to be.”

  “I’ll think about it, I swear,” he replied, kissing me on the cheek before moving away. I gave him a smile and nodded before letting Cyrus lead me out of the club.

  “It seems wrong to leave him when I know what’s really going on now,” I said with a sigh once we were in the parking lot. Outside it was cold and dark, the only light coming from the one above the entrance to the club. The icy air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands up and down my bare arms in an attempt to warm myself up again.

  “Give him time, amante. You were a stranger at the beginning of the night, and he cannot just jump into going with you because you say so. Once he knows you, he will take you up on your offer,” Cyrus replied gently, moving us so both his arms were wrapped around me. I leaned gratefully into his warm body. “You have such a kind, big heart. I’m sorry I did not see that until now.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” I mumbled, blushing furiously.

  “I would,” he said, glancing around quickly. We were hidden from the club now, having stopped when we got to my SUV. My mate leaned me up against the door, dropped to his knees, and undid my fly.

  “Cyrus, holding my hand in public is fine. You don’t have to blow me when people could see us,” I moaned as he pulled out my cock.

  “I want to. I think you have awakened something in me, Damian. And all I can think about is sucking you off and worshiping your body after you’ve agreed to give me another chance.”

  Right, because I was going to refuse an offer like that?

  “Okay,” I squeaked as he stroked me. He smiled, letting me see his fangs had come out before he swallowed my eight and a half inches in one swoop. We’d worked out a system already, not that I’d gotten a lot of blow jobs from him. If he twisted my sac and squeezed my thigh, it was the same as giving me permission to come. A very fun way to communicate in my opinion.

  He sucked me harder, and after the way I was primed from the kiss in the club, I was two seconds from exploding. When his fangs grazed my dick, my eyes practically rolled back in my head.

  “Bite me,” I whimpered.

  He smiled around my cock, giving me the sign as he sank his teeth into my flesh. I shoved my fist in my mouth as I screamed out and shot down his throat. My hips involuntarily jerked, which wasn’t smart since his fangs were still in me, but luckily he moved with me in time. That would have hurt.

  “Oh god. Oh fuck, Cyrus,” I mumbled around my hand, riding the waves of pleasure. When I was done, my mate licked the bite closed and pulled off of me with a naughty slurp. My knees gave out and he caught me just before I crumbled to the ground. He removed my fist from my mouth and smiled at me wickedly.

  “I love how responsive you are, amante,” he whispered in my ear, tucking some stray curls behind my ear.

  “Glad to be of service.” I snickered. I glanced around and saw his car, groaning. “Oh man, now I’ve got to drive back home alone when all I want to do is take a catnap.”

  “In a way, I am glad we drove separately,” he admitted with a shrug. “I thought we might talk on the phone while we made our way home. It might be easier for what I have to tell you if I’m not face-to-face in the car with you.”

  “You don’t have to make yourself say anything that’s uncomfortable, mi alma,” I said gently, realizing there was a deeper pain in my mate that I’d had no idea about. Granted, he never told me, but now that I knew it was there, I didn’t want to push him.

  “No, it is time,” he sighed and stood, helping me get to my feet. “Are you okay to drive?”

  “Yeah.” I chuckled, shaking off the last of my orgasmic glow. “I’m starving though. Can we hit a drive-thru on the way?”

  “Anything for you,” he said softly, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb softly across my cheekbone. “You melted the ice around my heart that I didn’t even know was there and let in the sunshine I so desperately needed.”

  “That’s beautiful,” I purred, rubbing my face into his hand. “But I hope you know I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “You’re the sunshine.” Cyrus gave me a quick, chaste kiss before opening the door and helping me get into the SUV. “I’ll be right behind you.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled after he closed the door and walked away. I’ll admit it, I wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I was a fairly intelligent guy. I’d spent so much time tonight confused it hurt my head. Was he calling me sunshine now? Um, I no likie that pet name.

  Chapter 6

  Cyrus

  I knew my hot mate was totally confused, and it was an adorable look on him. But hopefully after we talked he’d understand more. I smiled as my phone rang and I saw it was him.

  “Hello, amante,” I said seductively as I pulled out of my parking spot and followed him out of the club’s lot.

  “Are you giving me sunshine as a pet name now? Because I have to say I’m so not cool with that. Sunshine is for—”

  “No, Damian.” I snickered, shaking my head. “Your brothers said being around you was like having live sunshine around when they came to talk to me. And I now understand and agree with them.”

  “Nooo,” he groaned deeply into the phone. “They didn’t! I’m so punching all of them.”

  “Yes, they did. And personally I plan on thanking them because they were a big help.” I told him everything that had gone down with them dragging me outside and cornering me. Then about how I asked them all to help in finding him.

  “Fine, they helped,” Damian grumbled halfheartedly. “But I’m still punching them, otherwise they’ll keep sticking their noses into our mating.”

  “Fair enough.” I chuckled as we pulled into a chain restaurant fast-food place. “Really? You eat this shit?”

  “Hey, grease, alcohol, and dancing are fit for kings,” he playfully retorted with a pouty tone. “I like the fries.”

  “As you wish.” I liked this side of my mate. His brothers were right. Damian seemed to fit with the teasing persona he’d had tonight. Now if I could just keep him happy and like this. But not at the moment. We had much to discuss.

  “And I’m getting a milkshake. Deal with it. I’m sure you can find a way for me to work off the calories.”

  “A very dangerous game you’re playing, Damian,” I growled into the phone after we both got our orders and were back on the road. “But one we must put on hold for now.” I sighed, wanting to keep this fun between us going but really not sure I could talk to him face-to-face
about such serious topics.

  “Okay, lay it on me,” he said around a mouthful of food. Him not being able to comment as often because he was eating the massive amounts of burgers he’d ordered might be helpful as well.

  Well, fuck, when he said it like that I wasn’t sure where to start.

  “Well, you know how old I am and times were very different then. I come from what was considered to be one of the strongest, most conservative covens in Spain.”

  “Conservative as in your parents wouldn’t have been happy you were mated to a man?” he asked quietly, his mouth no longer full of food, realizing this was indeed serious.

  “No, no, amante, they would not have been pleased. They would have tried to prevent it at all costs. To be fair, a lot has changed in twelve hundred years, and if they were alive, maybe their opinion would have as well. I do not know. But mi madre caught me kissing a stableboy when I was fifteen and tanned my hide, shouting dios castiga a los malos y antinaturales.”

  “I have no clue on that one, but it doesn’t sound good.”

  “No. It means god punishes the wicked and unnatural,” I replied softly, blinking rapidly as my eyes started to burn. I’d not revisited these memories ever, being too painful for me to handle. Maybe that had been the start to my coldheartedness and cutting myself off from the world? “That night, either the extreme stress brought it out or it was just time, and I started my transition. When I was done, both my parents could barely look at me and shipped me off to the Central European High Council for training.

  “I remember thinking, what was the big deal? It was just a kiss. I’d seen other boys do it in secret. I didn’t understand how anything showing affection could ever be bad whether it be with another male or not. But that wasn’t the way of my family. I can’t ever remember seeing my parents kiss or embrace. We lived in hard times and were taught that being affectionate was a sign of weakness that should never be done around others.”

  “That explains so much,” Damian drawled, his voice still quiet, before clearing his throat. “One of my first memories is of my father chasing around my mother with frosting on his lips for whatever reason and trying to plant a kiss on her. He tackled her to the couch, and I remember thinking that no two people in the world loved each other more than they did as they kissed.”