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Yaoi Inspired -- ADULT CONTENT! A Soldier’s Choice by D.L. Warner Bonus Chapter Excerpt Spoiler Warning!
We were keyed up from the op even after a big, tasty chicken dinner.
Sometimes it’s hard to turn off the adrenaline after being on alert
for hours. We used the energy to decorate the tree and the house. There
was something calming about weaving the string of tiny lights along the
trunk of the tree then matching symmetry and color while gently hanging
the delicate ornaments on the slender tree branches. Vincent also
fastened ornaments along the garland on the mantle and around the
doorframe. We picked glass ornaments in deeps reds and green and gold.
The candles were also deep red or green. The whole place looked festive
and inviting, but not gaudy. With the fire going, our home made me feel
warm and happy inside. The Grevens felt the same way. The young men both
had soft expressions full of wonder. Vincent hugged me close. “Thank you for making this home for us,” he
murmured. “Yeah,” Bobby said softly. “This mean a lot.” I motioned for the younger Greven to join us and
hugged them both. Some deadly weapons we were. Then, I smiled. My heart
felt fuller than I could ever remember. I also felt very right. My lover was very quiet for what remained of the
evening as we reclined entwined on the sofa, but I said nothing until
Bobby went to take a shower before bed. “You’re troubled by something,” I said quietly. “I feel like a jerk,” Vincent replied glumly. “Why?” I asked stifling a chuckle. “I don’t like smelling anyone else on you,” he
admitted. “It pisses me off even though I know there was no help for it.
I mean I know you can smell them on me, but you aren’t pissed off
about it.” “I’m not happy about anyone touching you,” I
replied, kissing his temple. “But I can’t say that I’m pissed off. I
don’t know how people keep from touching you. Must be the scowl.” Vincent snorted. “ I do know how we can get past this intrusion, and
I know we’ll enjoy it.” “How?” Vincent asked, peeking at me through that
fringe of blonde hair. “We shower together, and you take every trace of
them away. Then, you re-claim me in bed,” I said softly against his
temple. “And I do the same.” That got his attention. He shifted in my arms to
really look at me. His eyes had a very wicked glint in them. “And every time this happens...” “We reclaim each other,” I said softly. He smiled at me. It was a very wicked smile. “I
really like this plan, Colonel. Will you write a report about that?” “Brat,” I muttered, swatting his ass. “Yeah, we’ll see,” he said. “I’m claiming
you first.” “Like that’s a surprise.” Vincent was very serious about obliterating any trace
of another’s touch on my skin. He was very gentle but extremely thorough
spreading thick lather over my face then rinsing it off. I laughed when he
lavished the same attention on my body. I believe he wanted to clean any
area on my body those women were even thinking about touching. Still I
enjoyed the thorough exploration and gladly returned the treatment on his
lithe, elegant muscles and smooth, tawny skin. The meticulous shower was not the end of my lover’s
reclamation. He even had me brush my teeth and extra long time and gargle
with a stronger solution of mouthwash even though I insisted that no
tongue had breached my lips. Once I was cleansed of all evidence of the
incursions on my person, I was dragged across the livingroom and shoved
onto the bed. Thank goodness that Bobby had retired to his bedroom. I
really don’t think Vincent cared what his brother saw. I’d never seen
him that intent on having me. What I didn’t expect from my lover was being
straddled and my wrists tied to the headboard. I knew he wasn’t going to
hurt me, but I was still startled. Vincent sensed that, and gently
caressed my face and body until I calmed. “I saw you like this once, but you still had pants
on” he murmured as he ran his hands gently over my torso. “Do you
remember?” “Yes, my one and only undercover op,” I murmured
vaguely, lost in his touch. “I couldn’t figure out why the target did that to
you,” Vincent said with a frown. I arched into his touch with a moan. “Do you know
now?” “Yes,” he replied. His voice had quite an edge to
it. “Now, I really want to kill him. I tried before, but because he had
hurt you.” “I hurt him pretty good, believe me,” I moaned in
reply. “He didn’t get what he wanted, love. Forget him...reclaim
me...please, Vincent...” He was driving me absolutely crazy. Thankfully, I got
through. Vincent finally kissed me, deeply and possessively. The kiss was
almost rough in its intensity, but his hands were gentle. He caressed my
face lovingly once he pulled free of the kiss. His fingers ran over my
forehead then down my cheeks, his eyes intent upon me. I wondered what he
was thinking before he kissed me again. Then, I couldn’t think at all.
My focus narrowed to his lips and his hands on me. All of Vincent’s considerable focus was unleashed
on my captive body. He used all his knowledge to arouse me quickly. He
stroked, and licked and sucked me until I was writhing wantonly beneath
him. “Now, love...please...” “Say it, Rik. I need to hear it...” he rasped,
positioning himself between my legs. “Yours, love...I am yours...” I moaned before he
pushed into me. Lord, how he could fill me and move me with the
lithe, strong body. No one else could make me feel the way Vincent did,
wanted and needed, possessed and loved. My gaze locked with his as he had
me. I let him see all that I was feeling as the power arced between us. “God, Rik...I love you...” I came then, in a near blinding flash. I felt my
lover follow, gasping my name in that helpless way I couldn’t get enough
of hearing. I was barely aware of anything when I felt my wrists
being freed. My arms wrapped around Vincent of their own accord, and he
snuggled closer to me. For a while I couldn’t speak. I simply held him,
breathing in his scent. Some time passed before I could form thought
coherent enough to voice. “Have you reclaimed what is yours?” I asked while
stroking his back. “Hmmm, yeah...” I smiled at the contentment in his voice. “How long have you wanted me that way?” I asked
softly. “Since the night of the rescue. I’m embarrassed
considering what was done to you,” He replied against my shoulder.
“It’s the only way I thought I could have you.” “Hey, what you wanted and what he wanted were two
vastly different things,” I replied reassuringly. “And that tact may
have worked just fine. I’m no saint.” Vincent looked up at me then. His eyes were
glittering with mischief. “I know you aren’t. You want to tie me up or
hold me down. That’s why you always have me by the hair or pressed
against a door.” I actually blushed under that gaze. “I spent a long
time wanting to contain you. It’s a hard habit to break.” Vincent rose up on his knees. He held the robe belt
in his hand. “Do it, then. Take me.” “So soon? You are insatiable.” “You keep saying that, but you never complain,”
he smiled. “That’s why I didn’t suck you off. I wanted you to do
me.” “Very considerate,” I murmured dryly, snatching
the bathrobe belt. “Don’t lie down. I want to be able to touch all of
you that I can.” I maneuvered around on the mattress until I was
kneeling behind Vincent. I gently took his wrists in hand then quickly
tied them at the small of his back. The first thing I did was nuzzle the
skin between his shoulder blades then lick down the length of his spine. “You have the most beautiful back,” I murmured
against his skin. Vincent tried to reply, but the sounds turned into a
gasp when I nipped the flesh along one of his hips. I was really enjoying
this. My mercurial lover was contained and compliant. I grasped his
forearms to keep him still while I explored the smooth tawny planes of
that elegant back to my heart’s content. “Please...Rik...” He murmured after a long while. He had been so patient. It was time to give him what
he needed. I took him from behind, so I could press my face against the
nape of his neck. He didn’t mind the press of our bodies against his
bound wrists. In fact, he pushed back against me to have me deeper within
him while I stroked his erection. We didn’t last long. I didn’t care.
It was the second time in an hour that I came so hard, I couldn’t see.
The energy surge sizzled along our nerve endings, exhausting us both. It
took almost every bit of will I had left to untie Vincent and maneuver our
lax bodies under the blankets.
“Such a freak, getting off on my back,” He murmured with a
sleepy smile.
“Pot, kettle, brat,” I replied with a soft chuckle. “I am yours,” Vincent sighed.
“I know, love.”
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