Runestone (8 page)

As he listened to the twelfth message from Sean, he said to Amsdell, “I’ve got to make sure they don’t try to go home. If our villa is a target, they’ll walk right into the peril.”

“You’re right. You could Call to her, and simply tell her.”

Will grit his molars. “I can’t.”

“Why not? It will ease you both. You lock her out until times when you’re not in danger. Times like this.”

“But we could be ambushed any minute, and you know it. They’re searching for you, and now they know I’ve killed Lado. They had my cell phone to prove I was in that alley. No, I can’t Call to her!”

“Will.” Suddenly, Amsdell wrapped his arms around him. “Do you not feel your tremors strengthening? I can see the madness coming over you. Don’t let that happen, man. You need to focus on keeping your life.”

“I know. But Amsdell. . . . ” Another voice mail began in his ear. It was Evangeline saying they were leaving L.A., heading to Barre.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. He doubled in half. The cell slipped from his slack fingers. Evangeline in Barre. Sean in Barre. Barre a target.

“Will!” Amsdell supported him. “Talk to me, man. You’re not alone in this.”

“She’s in danger. She and Sean are headed for Barre. Probably already there.” He thought of that glimpse he’d seen of her earlier—of someone pressing her tattoo, and the words 'destructive forces.' She had to be with Dante and the other immortals. His gut clenched at the thought of his beloved immortal family endangered—Dante, Maria, Nathan, Lillian, and Gracie. Once there had been another immortal, but his sacrifice had kept Lillian alive. He’d been the first immortal life Will had taken.

He started to gag. He hung over Amsdell’s strong arm, letting the bile accumulate in the back of his throat. Something deep inside him told him this was to be expected.

This is the madness.

Amsdell supported him easily as Will emptied the little fluids he had in his stomach. A sick sweat broke over his body. God, he hadn’t been ill since he was Made immortal decades ago.

He sagged. Amsdell gently lowered him to the ground. Will leaned against a tree trunk, gasping. The moisture from the forest floor seeped into his jeans, and the bark wet his spine, but he welcomed the cool.

Amsdell crouched before him. After a minute, Will felt his coarse fingertips in his hair. They dipped into the soft spot on his nape and raised a shiver from him. He lifted his head and met Amsdell’s worried gaze. Electricity passed between them. And suddenly, he had no strength to fight it.

He curled a hand around Amsdell’s neck and drew him in. He came reluctantly, a quiet breath passing through his lips and washing across Will’s face. Will’s lips descended slowly, giving Amsdell time to escape, though he knew he didn’t want to. After sleeping with a few men, Will recognized the signs of attraction, and Amsdell displayed them all.

“Your shaking must be unbearable. Let me help you.” Amsdell splayed a hand over Will's lower abdomen.

A shock of calm injected Will. His muscles unlocked. His pulse slowed. His head bowed forward until their foreheads touched. And then trailing his hand over Will’s immortal tattoo, Amsdell kissed him.

The hard meeting of male mouths was always a surprise. Amsdell’s smoky musk filled Will’s senses and he groaned, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He held Amsdell’s broad shoulders and pulled him nearer as the tip of his tongue worked along the seam of Amsdell’s lips, asking entrance.

He opened to him, his mouth wide to admit Will’s tongue. They shared a moan. Need stiffened Will’s cock and he began to throb. Feeling the other man’s strong fingers play so close to his erection drove him wild. He slid down the tree trunk until he was almost lying flat, pulling Amsdell atop him.

With the solid feel of a man in his arms again, he couldn’t help but compare him to Sean. Sean was blocky and thick with muscle where the Saxon was leaner, with the toned body of a warrior. Too easily Will imagined him donning his armor for battle.

Amsdell stretched over him, bringing their tattoos into solid contact. Desire flooded Will’s cock, and the length strained against his fly. It was impossible not to feel Amsdell’s hard-on.

Their tongues played roughly, their lips meeting with wild abandon. In the back of Will’s mind he knew he was taking a chance with this man—a chance that he might anger Evangeline and Sean, a chance that Amsdell would be hurt in the process. Not to mention making his own heart vulnerable.

His hips lifted, grinding against Amsdell’s cock. Suddenly, he was hungry for the salty taste of a man’s body.

“It’s been so long,” Amsdell rasped, breaking free of the kiss.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Hell no. I haven’t wanted a man like this in years.” The pale eyes were close enough for Will to see the heavy fringe of white-gold lashes. But he also saw the passion. “Let me ease you, Will.”

Will stamped his mouth over Amsdell’s once again, deliberately scraping him with his jaw. Deliberately bruising his lips. A strong sense of possession clutched him. Suddenly he wanted to own this beautiful man the way he owned Sean in bed. Commanding and demanding. Empowered even as he let go.

They rolled into the spongy turf, and Amsdell came up grinning. The sight of that carefree smile struck Will hard, and he realized he was in more danger of losing a piece of his heart than he thought.

He claimed his mouth once more, his hand locked around Amsdell’s wrist, guiding his hand where he most wanted it. Amsdell plucked at Will’s fly, tearing open the button and zipper. The heated air of the rainforest permeated Will’s boxer briefs and stirred his flesh.

“We can’t go back after this. You’re sure?” he asked, looking deep into Amsdell’s eyes.

“I’ve been Walking for over seven centuries, and I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

Their mouths collided once more, the coarse hair of their jaws created a rasping noise. Will stroked Amsdell’s tongue madly, diving deeper with each pass, determined to know every muscular flip of that tongue. Heat pooled in Will’s core and his cock throbbed painfully. For the moment, the shaking was a memory. Deep down, he knew Evangeline wouldn’t deny him this brief respite.

Wordlessly, Amsdell slid his fingers into the waist of Will’s boxers. The contact of flesh on his immortal tattoo threatened to send him over the edge. He locked his jaw against the sensations coursing through his shaft.

Amsdell hooked his thumbs in Will’s jeans and moved them down his hips. Will lifted to accommodate him, passion flaring in his chest. Will drew up a knee to allow Amsdell access to his boot-lacing. As the fair-haired god picked at the knot, Will kissed his neck. Amsdell’s breath came faster.

When he’d freed one boot, Will kicked it off and moved the other within reach. He ran his hands over Amsdell’s bare spine, digging his fingers into the swell of muscle. The man fairly hummed under his hands, and he wondered when he’d last been with a man.

“You’ve never been with another immortal?”

Amsdell gripped Will’s head to his throat and moaned. “No.”

Will shoved him onto his back and slowly stripped him, holding his gaze for long, crazed moments. The only other man he’d truly slept with was Sean. He hadn’t touched the soldier on the plane—only felt his cock slipping against his through the thin barrier between Evangeline’s pussy and anus.

When both of them were bare and stretched beneath the tree canopy, Will looked at Amsdell’s immortal tattoo. The inky outlines of a sword spanned the width of his body. At the hilt of the sword, his cock sliced through the handle, creating a sort of cross.

Amsdell’s expression was wary when Will met his eyes.

“It’s gorgeous,” he whispered, and claimed his mouth. He gripped Amsdell’s hip and tilted it toward him, his thumb at the edge of the tattoo. The shock that rippled through them sent flames of need licking Will’s body. He wanted to taste every inch of that gorgeous tattoo, and then follow by sucking the enormous length of Amsdell’s cock into his mouth. It had to be ten inches long, and the thickness would feel so divine on Will’s tongue.

“Oh, Will.” Amsdell’s hips moved in a careless rhythm as Will smoothed a palm under his bobbing shaft to cover the tattoo.

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it? Touching another immortal this way?”

“Have you been with immortal men?” His deep, quiet voice sounded strained.

Will looked into his eyes and shook his head, wanting to let Amsdell to know he wasn’t one of a long list. “I’ve only been with Sean this way. Now touch me. I’ve got to feel your hand wrapped around my cock!”

Amsdell’s fingers moved down the flat planes of Will’s abs, tracing the little love path of auburn hair that led to the numbers of his immortal tattoo. He plucked at the hairs, sending delicious shivers through Will’s groin. The head of his cock was purple and shiny, bouncing against his navel.

“We’re well-matched, I think,” Amsdell said, brushing his cock with his knuckles.

Will bit off a growl.” Yes.”

When Amsdell’s warm fingers wrapped around the root, Will’s head fell back. He issued a hiss.

“So hot. Long. I’ll bet you can pump out so much come.”

“Why don’t you see if you’re right?”

As Amsdell stroked the veined shaft, Will struggled to keep control. Living as a threesome had him drained several times a day. But it had been days since he’d had release. His balls were heavy and tight against his body, his cock weeping already.

Amsdell ran his thumb through the drop of pre-come, smearing it over the swollen head. Will’s hips bucked off the ground, fucking his strong fist. Amsdell captured his mouth as he jerked on his rod, rolling the head through his fingers as his tongue swirled against Will’s.

Will’s muscles clenched as pleasure washed through him. “That’s it. Fuck my cock with your fist. I want to come all over your knuckles, and then fuck your mouth. And then bend you over and make you take it in the ass.”

Amsdell groaned, and his cock nudged Will’s thigh. Will grabbed on. His fingers lashed around the thick head, and he squeezed, watching the pearly white heat appear on the tip. He licked his lips, dying to taste Amsdell’s cum. Was he salt and musk like Sean? Sliding his mouth down that shaft, his cheek resting against the lines of Amsdell’s tattoo, and the blond mat of hair nudging Will’s nose would be the ultimate bliss.

Their hips rose and fell in time, their cocks passing through their palms again and again. When Will thought he’d go insane with need, he stopped. Pulled his cock from Amsdell’s grip. He released Amsdell’s member too, and it slapped his abs.

“Get on your knees,” Will commanded. He gained his knees and watched his new lover do the same. The flex of Amsdell’s muscles in his thighs drove Will wild.

Taking him by the shoulders, Will brought their bodies tight against one another. The tight buds of Amsdell’s nipples brushed over Will’s. The hard flat of his abs teased Will’s. And when their cocks brushed, Will thought he’d explode.

They started to grind against each other. Will gripped Amsdell’s cock, and he gripped Will’s. Sliding their velvety tips, dueling with their shafts. Around them, the forest was alive. Birds and animals continued their daily rituals. But Will and Amsdell were experiencing an altogether new sensation.

The contact of their immortal tattoos was almost as mind-blowing as sex with Evangeline. Even as he thought this, guilt pooled in his mind. Sean was an amazing lover, and the roots of Will’s love for him threaded deep.

But he felt an undeniable sense of camaraderie with Amsdell, born from fear and adrenaline and blatant attraction.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had release, it’s not going to take long,” Amsdell said through clenched teeth.

Will stroked the length, pulling the head through his fingers. Fleetingly, he wondered that a centuries-old immortal was circumcised, but when Amsdell stiffened, the thought fled.

Amsdell released a guttural groan, and then hot come shot over Will’s hand. He continued pumping it, milking every last drop from him. The scent of desire rose in the air, and Will longed to taste him too.

The slippery feel of his cock drove Will up the steep incline of bliss. Heat coiled in his core. His balls clenched tight. And then the rush came. He shattered, hips jerking, fucking Amsdell’s long fingers, come spurting over his cock, their hands, and Amsdell’s tattoo.

They rubbed each other more slowly, and their mouths met in an unhurried kiss. They rubbed their tattoos against one another, grinding their come into one slick.

Will looked into Amsdell’s eyes, and they shared a smile. “That was so fucking hot.”

Amsdell moaned. He grasped Will’s neck and brought him near for another kiss. “I’ve wanted that since the moment I set eyes on your hard body.”

“Liar,” Will said with a laugh. “You were dying. All you could think about was my immortal blood.”

Amsdell gave a rough laugh too. “True. But it was impossible not to look at you the way I wanted. The way I needed.”

“Mmm. I feel about ten inches of need right now.” He caressed Amsdell’s still-stiff shaft.

The Saxon returned the caress. “Let’s keep walking, though. I don’t think it’s wise to remain in the same place very long.”

As Will cleaned himself up the best he could with a few moist leaves and then redressed, he felt a slight ease. But the weight of his problems draped him in a heavy mantle. Evangeline and Sean in Barre with Dante, who was targeted by the immortal army. They were possibly traveling to their villa—another target. And now Will had one more person to care about in this world—the sexy man who’d just spent himself in Will’s hold.