A small-town girl from southern Oklahoma—we are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week—Siren-exclusive author Gabrielle Evans believes in taking chances and pushing boundaries.
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Gods of Chaos 5: Speakin’ of the Devil
Always wanting what he can’t have and more than he does have, Benson Stone has lost sight of the important things in life. That all changes with one chance encounter, though, and he finds himself at the mercy of the Gods of Chaos.
Walking into Club Maverick that Saturday night, Cody Mathis didn’t expected to find his inamorato, his mate, but the attraction between him and Benson is instant and undeniable. Once Cody realizes the gods are involved, he knows things aren’t likely to end well, but he can’t turn his back on his intended.
When Benson is forced to walk a mile in another man’s shoes—literally—he’ll have to decide exactly what he’s willing to let go in order to regain the life he’s lost. When that answer comes, though, will the price of a second chance be more than he’s willing to pay?
“So you want that big, burly brute over there,” Zavist commented, completely ignoring Benson’s question. “I really don’t think you do.”
“Oh, believe me, I do.” There was something very strange about Zavist—other than his ability to appear seemingly from nowhere. It was in his eyes. The smile on his lips never really reached his gaze, and Benson had the insane urge to hug the guy. He just seemed so…broken.
“There are plenty of other men here. Why do you want that one so much?”
“He’s hot.” Benson shrugged.
“And I deserve him more than that little slut who’s rubbing his dick over anything that will stand still long enough.” More than good looks and a charming smile, something about the man with the tatty cap and mesmerizing eyes drew Benson’s attention and wouldn’t let go.
“You want to bend over in one of these disgusting bathrooms while that beast has his way with you. That doesn’t seem so honorable or deserving to me.”
Oh, yeah, someone had worked Zavist over good, broken his heart, and turned him into one jaded little puppy. While part of Benson could sympathize, he didn’t have the time or patience to play games. “You wouldn’t understand. People like you have it easy. I bet guys trip all over themselves just to open a door for you.”
“Oh, my, we are bitter.” The first real smile Benson had witness stretched across Zavist’s face. “You really shouldn’t make assumptions, Mr. Stone. It just makes you look like an ass.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the saying.”
“Okay,” Zavist conceded, his voice dripping with false, sugary sweetness. “How about these? The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Don’t judge a man before you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. And above all, be careful what you wish for.”
The only thing Benson wished for right then was to have nine inches of hard, throbbing dick in his ass—preferably belonging to that gorgeous specimen of a man with the ugly, Oklahoma University ball cap. Sure, he didn’t have the greatest taste in collegiate football teams, but Benson could overlook that.
“You mortals are all the same.” A tired sigh huffed from his lips, and Zavist twirled his hand around on his wrist. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Two things happened in the next heartbeat. First, the little blond with the lithe body stopped dancing and just walked away, disappearing into the crowd. At that same instance, the man Benson had been eye-fucking for the better part of ten minutes jerked his head up and stared right at him, rendering him immobile with the intensity of his gaze.
“Have fun,” Zavist said, but not as though he really meant it. “I’ll drop by tomorrow to go over the rules.”
“Rules?” Benson asked distractedly. “What rules?” His pulse kicked into a gallop, and his hands began to shake as he watched Mr. Baseball Cap stalk toward him. “What just happened?”
“You want him. You’ve got him.” Zavist rolled his eyes as he lifted his hand to inspect his fingernails. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Benson Stone. You’re just too easy.”
Prying his eyes away from the man prowling toward him like liquid sex, Benson turned to asked Zavist what the hell that meant, only to find he’d disappeared. “How the hell does he do that?” Twice now, the twerp had vanished into thin air after saying something that could be interpreted as slightly ominous.
Oh, sweet hell. A shiver rippled down Benson’s spine and his knees almost buckled. Deep and sensual, with just the slightest hint of gravel, the stranger’s voice sent blood rushing straight to his cock, causing it to swell and strain against his zipper.
Swallowing convulsively, Benson tilted his head back on his shoulders to stare up at his new companion. “Hello, yourself.”
“You got a name, sugar?”
Benson nodded, but he kept his lips pressed together to hold back the whimper of need he felt tickling the back of his throat.
“You want to tell me?” The guy smirked, clearly amused by Benson’s predicament, and the smile on his lips didn’t help Benson’s situation in the least.
Again, he didn’t dare open his mouth to form words for fear he’d embarrass himself. It was as though every one of his fantasies had come to life and been molded into this walking, talking wet dream.
“Here, I’ll start.” He took Benson’s hand into both of his own and stroked the knuckles with the pad of his thumb. “I’m Cody Mathis.”
“Benson,” he managed to choke out, though his brain short-circuited from Cody’s touch. “Benson Stone.”
“There. See? That wasn’t so hard, right?”
Not once in memory had he experienced this kind of response to another man. There had been guys who’d revved his motor without much effort, but none of them compared to the almost animalistic need he felt toward his newest conquest.
Cody’s hands were so warm, and the scrape of his rough palms against Benson’s skin summoned a string of dirty images that included several flat surfaces and a complete lack of clothing. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” The grin on Cody’s face widened, and he kept a firm grip on Benson’s hand as he pulled him through the crowd. “Come with me.”
Like a trained puppy, Benson bobbed his head, allowing himself to be led past the bar and out into the parking lot. His body reacted to the dominance, responding in all the right ways. A little voice in the back of his head, easily quieted but not silenced completely, continued to repeat Zavist’s warning.
Be careful what you wish for.
The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, invading his senses and eliciting a low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest. His vision shifted, darkening at the edges and casting the little he could see into shades of black and gray. Though a chill hung on the night breeze, sweat beaded across his forehead and trickled down the back of his neck.
His muscles quivered, his dick throbbed, and his hands shook as he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth while fighting to pop open the button on his jeans. Benson seemed to realize that Cody hovered on the brink, though, because he set to work, tearing open the button on his own jeans and squirming against the seat until he had the denim pushed down to his knees.
Thick and heavy, his cock rested against his lower abdomen, flexing rhythmically while the veins that snaked along the side pulsed with the rapid beat of his heart. A smear of pre-cum anointed the crown, and though Cody couldn’t see the translucent drop in the dim lighting, the scent drew another needy growl from him.
Producing a one-time use packet of lube from his pocket, Benson kicked his jeans off over his boots, letting them fall to the gravel-strewn pavement at Cody’s feet. The saliva that had pooled on his tongue just seconds before evaporated instantly, leaving Cody’s mouth desert dry as he drank in every inch of bare skin laid out before him.
Words became meaningless after that. Cody wasn’t stupid or naïve. He knew their coupling meant more to him than it did to his partner. He had gotten the explicit message that Benson viewed this as a one-shot kind of deal, and he wouldn’t be sticking around long enough to let the cum dry when they were finished.
He’d worry about all of that later when every thought he had didn’t revolve around sinking his cock into Benson’s ass and riding him until neither of them could move. Holding his palm out, he watched the clear gel spill into his waiting hand as Benson upended the small, blue envelope. When the last of the lube had been dispensed, Cody quickly coated the condom encasing his aching length. Mindful of their limited supplies, he gathered the excess and skimmed his fingers along Benson’s crease, slicking his entrance as he massaged the tight muscles.
“Relax, sugar.” It wasn’t going to be much fun for either of them if Benson didn’t release some of that tension.
More than willing to provide a distraction, Cody kept up the constant pressure against his lover’s fluttering hole as he leaned over him once again to claim his luscious lips. His diligence paid off seconds later when Benson arched up into him with a groan, and his clenched muscles finally relaxed, allowing Cody unrestricted access to his inner depths.
It was a test of willpower, but he managed to swallow back another growl and move with care as he inserted one finger into his intended’s silky channel. Slow and methodical, he sawed in and out, curling his digit to loosen and prepare his lover.
Soft, supple lips mapped the contours of his throat, and Cody almost sobbed with need when Benson’s warm breath bathed the shell of his ear just before the cowboy bit down hard on his lobe. Struggling to focus, he inserted a second finger, and then a third, pumping hard and fast as he grinded his teeth together in an attempt to stave off his orgasm.
His internal temperature rose until he could practically feel his blood boiling, but he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his inamorato. Gentleness wasn’t easy in his current state, though. When he finally slipped his fingers free of their sheath and lined up the head of his cock, surging into Benson’s tight ass until he was buried to the base, Cody almost came right there on the spot.
It took several seconds and a couple of deep breaths to calm his raging libido. The way Benson moaned and squirmed, writhing on Cody’s cock as he bowed his back and pushed against him certainly didn’t help matters, either.
“I won’t break,” Benson informed him through labored breaths. “I feel like I’m on fire. Just move. Please, Cody, just move.”
The pleading proved to be more than he could handle, snapping his self-control like a dry twig on a winter’s day. Grabbing Benson’s hips in a bruising hold, he unleashed every ounce of primal desire he harbored, jerking his mate down onto his cock with each forceful thrust. Grunting, growling, and groaning, he lost himself to the intense pleasure and the indescribable heat that surrounded his length.
His vision blurred and sharpened while it pulsed at the edges, and Cody could hear nothing beyond the sound of his own heart and the increasing volume of his lover’s cries. His canines elongated into inch-long fangs, bursting through his gums with such force it caused his rhythm to falter.
Steam rose up from his skin as his internal temperature reached blistering levels, and all the way, the Craving, the mating heat of his kind, urged him to take what he wanted. Instead of embedding his fangs into the fragrant skin of Benson’s neck, however, Cody bit down on his tongue and shook his head, trying to dispel the unwanted thoughts.
He was stronger than that. It wouldn’t be fair to claim Benson before he understood all the rules, and Cody’s new number one objective in life was to protect his inamorato at all costs—even if that meant protecting the man from himself.
Curling his fingers around his engorged length, Benson jerked his cock, his hand flying along the shaft in a blur as his features contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His inner walls constricted, gripping Cody like a heated glove and tilting his world on its axis.