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his lover heightened his arousal. Bram slid one hand into James’ curls and gently forced that head back. He pressed his lips more tightly to James', opening his lover's jaw wider, allowing greater access to the hidden treasures of James’ sweet mouth. He caressed the tongue sliding under his, each thrust demanding and bold, ravenous in its quest for more contact.
    Bram felt as if he could devour James with just this kiss. Need, desire, and a powerful force he didn't have a name for surged through him and added an element of primal urgency to this courtship ritual. Bram needed to reclaim James, mark him, take him, show the world that James had chosen him and him alone for his lover.
    With their mouths still sealed together, Bram expertly tugged and pulled at their dinner clothing until he opened their shirts and removed the ties from around both of their necks. Releasing James, leaving him red-lipped and panting, Bram made a trail of kisses and sharp nips across James’ jaw and down his neck and shoulder while pulling James’ unresisting arms up over his head and holding them there.
    Latching onto the soft flesh of the curve of James’ neck, Bram sucked and bit down, knowing he was leaving a mark, his mark, on his now bucking and writhing lover. James’ squirming pushed his groin against Bram's abdomen. The heat of his lover's full, hard shaft fanned the flames of Bram's own raging arousal even higher. Wrapping the ties around James’ wrists, Bram blindly lashed them to the passenger door handle. James struggled a little, his breathing turning shallow and rapid, but Bram could feel his cock grow harder. A tiny whimper vibrated against Bram's lips as they moved to lick and suck at James’ throat. Bram raked his teeth lightly over the man's voice box and James’ hips bucked and that body shook.
    "That's it, baby, shake for me. Yeah, show me what I do to you.” Bram nuzzled the side of James’ head, inhaling the scent of sweat and arousal, burying his nose in the soft, clean curls. He bit the tiny lobe of James’ ear and murmured deep and low into it. “Going to make you come right here and now, baby, going to claim what's mine."
    Snaking his hand between their bodies, Bram unzipped his own pants, pulling out his cock. Rubbing the leaking tip with his thumb, he encouraged more fluid to drip from the sensitive slit while his other hand worked open James’ trousers.
    In one swift, graceful movement full of power and the fearsome strength his huge, well-muscled body was capable of, Bram surged up onto his knees in the seat, taking James’ lower half with him. He curled James up, his lover's legs over his shoulders. His straining arms were planted firmly, one on the back of the seat and one the dashboard of the roomy king cab. Once he was steady, he grabbed the waistband of James’ trousers and yanked them down James’ hips, leaving them bunched at James’ knees, trapping James’ legs against his chest.
    Leaning down, Bram crushed James to the seat, curling his knees to his chest and exposing his flexing ass to the cool night air. James grunted and squirmed, tugging at the ties as he made a move to lower his restrained arms.
    Bram watched the futile efforts, a wicked grin twitching at his lips. He hovered over James for a moment, drinking in the sight of his lover, bound and trembling, a wild, restless look of need in James’ wide, blue eyes. Every gasped puff of warm, whiskey-tainted breath James huffed in his face was like an invitation to devour the man and Bram took it.
    Swooping down, he claimed James’ mouth again, ravaging it, savoring the flavor and the feel of the hot, soft tissue and the rough, slick tongue struggling against his domineering kiss. His hands stroked and fondled over James’ chest, teasing the nipples until their peaks were swollen and taut. When James began to moan and tug more insistently at the door handle, Bram only deepened the kiss, stealing away breath and subduing any resistance