Not Broken: True Destiny, Book 5 by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online Page B

injured? It was far more drugging than anything Jeff could show him on his laptop.
    Slade wrapped his arms around Magnus’s neck, thrilled when the big man began to move. Magnus carried him into the bedroom, not even acknowledging the fact that Morgan, Skye and Jeff had all left.
    They banged into the wall next to the bedroom door, sending Slade into a fit of giggles.
    Magnus lifted his mouth from Slade’s with a groan. “This works a whole lot better in the movies.”
    Slade nodded, still laughing as Magnus lowered him to the huge California king bed. “I hate to tell you this, but Richard Gere you ain’t.” He settled down with a happy sigh. He’d never thought he’d get to live somewhere so warm .
    Slade would have kept the man for this room alone. There was just one thing about it that bothered him.
    “What are you thinking about so hard?” Magnus pulled off his shirt, showing off a lightly furred chest that made Slade want to purr and rub himself all over it. Slade hadn’t dared do more than touch Magnus’s bare chest, afraid he’d start something neither of them could finish.
    “Mmm.” Slade stretched, loving the way Magnus’s eyes glazed over with lust. “Ceilings.”
    Magnus blinked. “Ceilings.”
    Slade nodded and tried not to laugh. Teasing Magnus was becoming one of his favorite pastimes. “I think yours should be beige.”
    Magnus’s eyes narrowed.
    “I think it would make the room more comf—” Slade suddenly found his lips occupied as Magnus pounced on him, kissing him again. Ceilings were forgotten as Magnus ravaged his mouth, reminding him that beds were for more than sleeping in.
    Gods, it had been so long since Slade had done more than sleep in a bed. Hell, he hadn’t done much more than rub off against someone else, too terrified that Odin would figure out that he was more than just a dumb, defenseless animal, eager to do his bidding. He’d never had the opportunity to slide between crisp sheets and mess them up with a lover. Slade had never had someone make love to him before.
    He planned on changing that before the night was over.
    Magnus removed the rest of his clothes quickly, and then began carefully removing Slade’s shirt. He slid it over Slade’s skin in a slow, sensual glide, kissing each and every scrape and scar that Odin had left behind. The Old Man had worked him over, and Slade had the bruises to prove it. The soft feel of Magnus’s lips sliding over his skin distracted him from the mottled look of his flesh.
    He would heal. He’d be scarred, but the bruises would fade. It was far more important to get the scent of Magnus on his skin, to taste and tease and prove that he was alive and free.
    He lifted up and allowed Magnus to pull the shirt completely off, smiling slightly when it hit the floor. “What was that about ceilings?”
    Slade chuckled. “Nothing, dear.” He’d revisit the idea later, when he didn’t have other things to occupy his mind and his hands.
    Magnus, despite the hunger Slade could clearly see in his gaze, was still careful of Slade’s wounds. He watched Slade’s expression as he carefully removed Slade’s pants, searching for any signs of discomfort.
    Slade was terrified that Magnus would stop if he so much as flinched. Years of hiding himself from everyone came to his rescue as he made sure Magnus didn’t suspect he was still in pain. Slade would rather experience the discomfort of his jeans brushing over the marks on his legs than have Magnus stop.
    “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Magnus rubbed his hand over Slade’s calf. “We can wait if you’re not ready yet.”
    “Do it and die.” Slade glared at Magnus. “I swear if I beat off one more time my hand will fall off.” Just smelling Magnus’s scent on the sheets was enough to make his dick hard. Having Magnus naked and at his mercy?
    Slade was already close to coming, and he’d barely been touched.
    Magnus studied him for a long moment, making Slade nervous as hell.