The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson

flippantly tosses off Ezra’s need to be inappropriate with everyone in every setting. “I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, Cort. Jesus, I’d never do that, especially after all the shit you guys have been through. I sent Ezra to train so that he could help you and Aaron.”
    “It doesn’t change anythin g, now does it? It’s too late. Ezra found someone to fuck him because I won’t,” I cry out and finally let the tears fall that I’ve been holding at bay.
    Marc sits in his chair as he watches me in surprise as I fall apart. I was on my way to Ezra to resolve our issues. I was going to tell him I wasn’t rejecting him, that it was what I did to Aaron that was haunting me. Every night I dream of all the unimaginable acts I’ve committed. I fear that I will freak out on Ezra while I make love to him. It’s not that I don’t crave his touch, it’s just safer not to do it at all. But It’s too late for that now. I can’t trust Ezra with this. I can’t trust him with anything now. Not that Ezra gives a flying fuck anyway. He is in someone else’s arms. Someone else was inside his body. The thought almost has me retching.
    “G et up here,” Marc gently commands. I crawl on my knees over to him and up into his lap. His arms enclose me- the same arms that held me and Ezra when we returned from Ray Hunter’s loving care. Marcus had held Ezra in a combination of fatherly and brotherly affection. I’d tried to make the gesture more as I’d gripped Marcus back with my strange hero-worship attraction I have for him. I don’t do anything different this time around, almost three years later.
    “It will be okay. It’s not the end of the world. Nothing is unresolvable as long as you’re still alive. I will help you.” Marcus rubs my back in soothing circles. I gaze at the side of his face and he looks concerned.
    “Thank you,” I murmur, and then abruptly kiss Marcus before I can think the better of it or he can stop me. My lips mash against his. My tongue lashes out, begging for entrance to the depths of his mouth. Marcus pulls away before I can give him the full strength of my kiss. He stares at me in a mixture of wide-eyed horror and confused awe.
    “Don’t you want me?” I whine my question, bottom lip quivering as my eyes water.
    “Kid, don’t fu cking do this shit,” Marcus practically growls.
    “I understood before, but we’re bo th adults now.” I plead with my eyes.
    “And nothing would hurt Ezra more than fucking around with his father, right? It would kill him to know that I fucked you- something you’ve never allowed him to do. That’s not what you do to someone you love, and I will not be used that way. It’s disrespectful, not only to Ezra, but to me, too.” Marcus tries to push me from his lap, but I hold on tightly. Marc digs his fingers into my hands, trying to loosen them from his shirt while he angrily growls again.
    “ It’s not like that,” I say in a panic, not wanting to let go of Marcus. “It’s not to hurt Ezra or to use you. We don’t have to have sex. It’s not like I haven’t wanted you forever. I just need to forget for a few minutes. It hurts so fucking bad right now. I feel like I am bleeding to death, but I look okay on the outside.”
    “You can’t do this to me. I won’t be able to stop myself, Cort. It’s not fair,” Marcus sighs out, but I can hear his indecision, and I take advantage.
    “I’ll do whatever you want,” I shamelessly beg Marcus in an innocent voice that is laced with seduction. I kiss Marc again and feel victorious when he doesn’t push me away. The slide of his lips on mine has me shivering in his lap. I sharply nip his lower lip until he lets me inside. I twine my tongue with his, wet slickness against wet slickness, the exotic taste is intoxicating, mind altering. I rotate in Marc’s lap until I am straddling his hips.
    Marc’s arousal is tightly pressed against my backside, so tightly that I can feel it throb with want…