Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

been a quiet lover, and he was whimpering and groaning with each delicious sweep of that fat cock across his prostate. His own penis was weeping, and he could barely catch his breath.
    "Oh, God... Sammy. Yes!" It felt wonderful. It felt right. His blood was coursing through his veins, adrenaline and endorphins were flooding his system, making him feel more alive than ever. The connection with Sam was right there too, linking them together the whole time. This was what he'd needed.
    Unexpectedly, Samael sat up, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. Their gazes locked, and Bran still saw the desire there, but it was joined with affection and a deep yearning that pulled at his soul. Sam threaded a hand in his hair and then they were kissing, locked in a passionate embrace while their bodies undulated together searching for release. The new position put even more friction on Brandon's prostate, and trapped his erection against Sam's washboard stomach, where it rubbed with every motion.
    Their mouths broke apart in an attempt to find air, but they continued to hold each other close as they rocked faster, their orgasms building toward that magnificent peak.
    Sam tensed in his arms. "Bran… I am… I… Oh…"
    Bran understood, because he was right there with him.
    Then they were both flying over the cliff together, clinging to each other. Not alone.
    Never alone.
    CHAPTER 7
    Samael lay in bed, staring up at the nothingness above him. Darkness had fallen quite some time ago, and the room was encased in shadow. Brandon was sleeping peacefully, curled atop him; the midnight hair at his crown tickling Sam's chin, while he absently stroked the man's back.
    He was too unsettled to find his own rest. His Little Raven's distress had troubled him so. He didn't blame Bran for reacting the way he did. He knew better than most how it was when everything you knew was ripped away from you, to be replaced with the unfathomable. Only, when Brandon had let go, his tears had broken Samael's heart. He had required the release. Sam hoped that when he awoke, he would have renewed strength.
    Unfortunately, Sam did not believe one thing Asmodeus said. He was a demon after all, and they were not renowned for their good word. A confrontation was approaching, and not the kind that he appreciated. There were too many unknowns in the situation. There was no way to prepare. Who was Bran's father that he was in league with demons? Why was the man coming for his long lost son now, and why in such a perplexing way? What did he have to do with the whole situation? Was it only because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was there more to it than that? He had no doubt at this point that the twenty thousand dollars was some kind of set up, but he did not know why.
    He sighed and rubbed his free hand down his face. There was just no way of knowing, until the trouble met them head on. For the first time, though, he was truly glad he was here; no matter the situation that brought him. He would stand by Brandon come what may and they would fight together.
    Samael and Brandon together was a good thing.
    Sam thought back over the last few hours and the astonishing things that had taken place. With how horribly upset Bran was he had not expected affection of any kind, never mind what had actually happened. He had wanted only to hold him and give him comfort. When his Little Raven had kissed him so fiercely, the protectiveness in him mixed with the adrenaline and endorphins still flooding his body– from the confrontation with the demon– to create an explosion of which Sam had never known.
    And then… he was back in Heaven once more.
    He hadn't known what to expect, but what he had felt was beyond his wildest imaginings. Each touch, every kiss, all of it— he could not find the words to describe such a thing except beautiful, marvelous, satisfying, amazing. He was in awe.
    Brandon stirred and pressed a chaste kiss to the center of his chest before looking up at him.
    "Hello, Little Raven. How are you feeling?"
    "Better. I'm still really confused and scared." He snuggled deeper. "I don't feel like I've lost my mind anymore and when I am right here, I feel safe."
    "You should. Nothing could get to you without going through me first." He smiled down at Bran, and received a small one in return but it quickly died.
    Brandon's eyes had filled with fear again, but this time Sam knew it was not of him. Bran whispered. "Sammy? You said you