Free Renounced by Bailey Bradford

shouted curse as he thrust his cock in fully.
    Dallas’ ass lit up with a hot ache that quickly morphed into perfect ecstasy.
    Without hesitating, Tiago fucked him—hard, fast and deep. He held onto Dallas with a bruising strength, and while Dallas didn’t like pain, Tiago’s grip didn’t hurt, and he liked knowing he’d have marks.
    Tiago began cussing with every shove in. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He slammed his hips against Dallas’ ass, driving in with a desperation that was palpable.
    Dallas felt it in his mind, through the link they had. Tiago’s need rammed into him just like his cock was doing. Dallas’ own pleasure was doubled, tripled, grew and flowed back into Tiago, only to return again and again.
    He wasn’t going to survive it. Such rapturous feelings had to destroy a person.
    But that was why some referred to an orgasm as a little death.
    It was a bit bigger than that.
    Dallas shattered inside as Tiago rode him. Without even jacking his own shaft, Dallas came again, cum spurting from his dick as if he’d not had a release in years.
    Tiago folded over him and roared as his spunk filled Dallas’ ass.
    Dallas would have collapsed but his knees were pinned beneath them both. When Tiago stopped shuddering and grinding against him, he helped Dallas to stretch out on his side.
    Tiago panted for several minutes.
    Dallas knew how he felt. He couldn’t catch his breath either.
    Eventually, Tiago pulled him into his arms.
    Dallas rested his head on Tiago’s chest, and slung one arm and leg over the big man.
    “It will always be like that?” Tiago asked later.
    Dallas opened eyes that had drifted shut. “I’ve heard it is, even when taking it slower. Mates just do it for each other. No one else will.”
    Tiago grunted.
    Dallas wondered if that meant he was okay with their situation or not. Honestly, Dallas didn’t know if he was okay with everything. Then again, he didn’t have a choice. He could be angry that Fate had paired him up as it had, or he could trust in what had been chosen—who had been chosen—for him.
    At some point, he became aware of anxious thoughts seeping into his mind—worries over home and destruction, death and loneliness that were not his. Instead of getting angry, Dallas told himself to listen. He and Tiago were two different people, very different in some ways. To bridge the gap between them, someone would have to bend.
    Dallas was flexible, but he had his limits. Tiago would have to adjust his thinking as well. Sex could only go so far toward making them the kind of mated pair Dallas had always dreamed about being a part of.
    Where was the line in the sand for each of them?
    That was the question Dallas fretted over until he fell asleep.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Maarten had never been in so much pain in his life. His muscles and bones ached from being pinned to the wall. Chained.
    “I could take you down for a little while.”
    Maarten opened his eyes after a struggle. His lids were crusty and he couldn’t rub at them.
    He saw a man who was devastatingly handsome, with dark brown hair and vibrant green eyes. While not as muscular as Maarten, the man was still nicely built—and tall.
    He could have been a model, an actor, a god—but he was a drug dealer wearing expensive clothes and smirking at Maarten.
    “Good morning, Maarten. You don’t seem happy to see me at all.” Butler turned and gestured to one of his men. “Henri, bring Jackie and take Maarten down. I’m sure he could use a break.” Butler faced him and smiled. “You have figured out who I am. Robert, or Roberto, Butler. I am aware that you know this. That name will do you no good whatsoever.” His lips curved up even more.
    Maarten refused to speak. The asshole was trying to bait him. What was the point in that? Maarten couldn’t fight him.
    Robert Butler walked up to him and pressed right where Maarten’s ribs throbbed. He leaned in, hard. “Sore?” he asked, something very much like arousal