Gray leisurely explored John’s chest with his mouth, as if memorizing every inch. His fingers trailed John’s sides and hip above the towel, claws in for the moment. He licked one nipple, then the other, before sucking both into hard nubs. A delicate nip, just the point of a fang, the shock of pleasure going straight to John’s balls.
“Fuck, feels good,” John panted. “Let me do something for you. Please.”
“Soon.” Gray bit John’s nipple lightly again, dragging a gasp from him, before dipping lower. Tracing John’s belly with his tongue, fingers finally peeling off the damn towel. John’s cock bobbed in the cool air, hard and leaking.
Gray bent his head, hair caressing John’s thighs like silk. He licked a long, slow path from the base of John’s cock to the head, catching precome on his tongue. John’s hands balled in the coverlets. “Oh, damn. More, please.”
“The fangs make it difficult,” Gray said, a bit wistfully. “I do not wish to hurt you.”
“Then just…whatever seems to work. It all feels great.”
A swirl of tongue around the head, lips sucking lightly on the tip. John propped himself up on his elbows to watch. A part of his brain said this was insane; an NHE was working over his cock, for the gods’ sakes. If anyone had told him in his Academy days—or hell, a couple of months ago—he’d go to bed with something not human, he would have been revolted. Or thought they were crazy.
But this wasn’t an incubus or something like it, corrupt and horrible, and only wanting to use him. This was Gray, whom he loved and trusted.
What Gray did felt amazing, even if it wasn’t a full blow job. And when the drakul lightly teased his slit with one fang, it was all he could do not to sink his hands into Gray’s hair and fuck his mouth, scary teeth or no.
Gray pulled back, his breathing ragged and harsh with desire. “I wish to feel your mouth on us.”
Interesting choice of pronouns. John nodded eagerly, and was rewarded by Gray shucking the sweat pants at last. Instead of lying back on the bed as John expected, however, he climbed on top of John, straddling his chest, dick pointed at his mouth.
John eagerly grasped the base with one hand, using his other hand to grab Gray’s ass and urge him closer. John licked the tip, the taste of Caleb mildly disorienting. He needed to start thinking of it as their taste, he supposed. Assuming SPECTR didn’t kill them all…
No. A thought for another time. He slid his mouth around Gray’s cock, all the way to the base, distracting himself with the feel of a stiff dick against his tongue, nudging the roof of his mouth. He sucked hard, Gray’s hand tangling in his hair, hips pushing in then withdrawing.
Yes. He closed his eyes, concentrated on tongue and lips and teeth, letting Gray fuck his mouth. Gray growled, a soft sound which nonetheless resonated in John’s chest. What would it taste like if Gray came? Would there be the crackle of etheric energy over his tongue, to accompany the salty rush of semen?
Gray pulled back, easily breaking John’s hold. “Not yet.” He caressed John’s face. “Not like this.”
“There’s lube in the nightstand,” John said, and hoped Tiffany hadn’t lied about it to spin him up. “I’ll get it.”
Gray moved aside. John rolled onto his hands and knees and opened the nightstand drawer. As Tiffany had promised, a package of condoms and a small bottle of cheap lube waited within. He snagged the lube and shut the drawer.
Before he could turn around, Gray’s arm snaked around his waist and pulled him close. His back pressed against Gray’s chest, Gray’s erection a line of hard heat against one buttock. The drakul nuzzled his ear a moment, breathing deeply, as if inhaling John’s scent. The tickle of breath against his ear sent a shiver over John’s skin.
Gray took the lube from him. “Hold on to the headboard,” he said, releasing John.
Caleb loved to bottom, and John had assumed Gray would want the same thing. Lazy thinking; he knew they were two separate people but let himself forget they might want or need different things.
He did as ordered, taking a deep breath and trying to relax despite the fact his heart felt like it might beat its way out of his chest. Mainly from anticipation, but also from an edge of nervousness, his hindbrain insisting something big and predatory lurked behind him.
Gray’s fingers touched the base of his neck, making him start slightly. They traced slowly down his spine, as if Gray studied the contours of his back, drifting farther, across his butt to the inside of his thighs. The claws came out, little pricks against his skin. Again, nothing which would draw blood but which wrung a gasp from him. Other lovers had scratched him in the heat of passion, but this felt different, more intense. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat and reminded himself to breathe.
Gray pressed the index finger of his other hand against John’s hole, the lube cool and slick. John focused on the wall in front of him and tried to relax, to open for the insistent digit. No claws out on this one, at least; thank goodness they were retractable.
The lube warmed quickly from the heat of their bodies. John moaned and pushed back, spearing himself on Gray’s fingers. Gray’s breath sounded loud in the small room, like the rush of wind preceding a storm.
The probing fingers withdrew. Gray shifted, his long hair scudding across John’s back in a silken caress. He looped one arm around John’s waist again, and the tip of his cock pressed against John’s ass.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
And damn, John wished he could see Gray’s face, try to read something of his expression. Because he didn’t know if the question was of the “get turned on hearing it out loud” sort of thing, or if, after all their miscommunications, Gray needed to hear John wanted him, specifically.
Either way, he had only one answer to give. “Yes! Goddess, yes, Gray, I want you.”
“Then you shall have me,” Gray rumbled and pushed in.
* * *
It hurt a little, the burn and stretch riding the fine line between pleasure and pain which had become blurry fast. John let out a soft, ragged cry, fingers tightening on the headboard as Gray sheathed himself, all the way in a single, long thrust. And now the wild, powerful energy pulsed not just around John but inside him, sending his psychic senses reeling.
Teeth scratched the back of his neck, propelling a different sort of jolt through him. Gray wrapped both arms around John, pulling him onto the drakul’s lap, forcing his legs to either side and opening him completely. Gray pinned John against his chest, capturing his arms. Held thus, John couldn’t move, couldn’t touch his aching cock now jutting into the cool air in front of him, couldn’t do anything but tilt his head back against Gray’s shoulder and moan, “Yes.”
Gray started fucking him. Long strokes, thighs flexing under John’s, shifting his angle slightly until the head of his cock hit John’s prostate with every stroke. John gasped and thrashed, aching to touch his neglected erection, but Gray’s immense strength meant he couldn’t possibly pull free. Pleasure shocked through him with every roll of Gray’s hips, a blend of physical and etheric. The tiny hairs on his arms and legs stood up, the air around them charged with static, and he smelled rain and incense.
Gray licked his neck from behind, a slow swipe of tongue over the point of his pulse, down across his shoulder. “Let me taste you,” he whispered, a velvet rumble in John’s ear.
John’s mind reeled, trying to parse just what Gray asked for through a haze of pleasure. Not his skin, obviously, or his mouth or his cock. Which just left… “My blood?”
“Just a scratch,” Gray said hastily. “I would never harm you.”
Which an actual bite would most definitely do. He hesitated to answer…but in the end, it came down to trust, didn’t it? He was in bed with a being who could kill him without a second thought, with barely any effort at all. He either trusted Gray completely, or their relationship was doomed from the start.
“All right,” he agreed.
A shiver of anticipation went through Gray. The dra
kul didn’t stop thrusting into him, but slipped one arm from around him—although the other remained in place, still holding John helpless. Gray’s fingers trailed over the join between shoulder and neck, and John tilted his head to the side to allow better access.
Gray’s breath caught at the gesture. There came a slight sting, the tip of a claw scratching skin, just deep enough to draw a little blood.
Gray’s mouth closed on the wound, and he sucked hard. The cock working John’s ass seemed to stiffen even further, thrusts increasing their tempo. Gray began to make a sound halfway between an animal growl and a moan of pleasure, so fucking hot, and John’s body responded in turn. Goddess, he wanted more, wanted everything, wanted to keep going all night and to shoot his load, all at once. His cock bobbed in time to Gray’s movements, flushed dark red and drooling precome on the sheets.
“Touch me,” he panted. “Please, touch my dick, I can’t stand it anymore!”
Without lifting his head from John’s neck, Gray brought his free hand around. But instead of feeling fingers wrap around him, John received the light prickle of claw points against his balls, his aching cock. Teasing, tiny bursts of pleasure/pain, driving him even higher. He cried out, again and again, with every powerful thrust, pinned and helpless and needing.
Gray pulled his mouth away from the scratch, still growling, the vibration echoing in John’s chest. He nipped John’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, the pressure of his arm around John’s body tightening, hips driving his cock in deep and holding there. A shudder went through Gray, and John just had time to realize his lover came in him, when the rush of etheric energy hit, like a burst of pleasurable static right to his prostate, spreading out through every nerve, pushing him over the edge.
His balls tightened, and he came hard, without even being touched, and Goddess, that had never happened to him before in his whole life. He thrashed and bucked against Gray’s hold, a raw howl of ecstasy dragged up out of his throat, all rational thought erased. Gray’s fingers wrapped around his cock even as he shot, sending a second shockwave of ecstasy through him which went on and on, wringing him dry.
The haze cleared only slowly, thought trickling back in through a heavy blanket of sated pleasure. Gray still held John upright, which was a good thing, because otherwise he would have collapsed entirely onto the bed. Possibly melted off onto the floor, as limp and boneless as he felt at the moment. Gray loosened his hold and stroked one of John’s arms lightly, just a tender gesture, small and welcome.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” John mumbled, when he could speak again. His throat ached; he’d been all but screaming there at the last. The whole house must know what they’d been getting up to in here, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to even remotely care.
“Good,” Gray said, sounding satisfied and a bit smug. He let go, and John stretched out on the coverlet, barely remembering to avoid the small puddle of his come. He knew he ought to do something to clean up, but right now he just wanted to bask in the warm afterglow of being well and truly fucked.
The energy in the room shifted, folding inwards, and a moment later Caleb stretched out beside him. “Are you okay?”
John was sore and spent, and would no doubt have a large bruise where Gray had sucked on the scratch, but it had been the most mind-blowing sex of his life. “I’m fantastic.” He forced his brain to work, even though he really just wanted to drift off at the moment. “Are you all right?”
“Um, yeah,” Caleb said with a snort. He propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand across John’s chest. “That was weird and kind of incredible all at the same time.”
“So…you’re okay with this?” It felt important to ask again, to make sure Caleb was still all right with everything after Gray had fucked him through the bed.
“Yes.” Caleb caught John’s chin and gently turned his face to look him in the eye. “Look, it’s not like I’m gone, or not aware of what’s happening, or can’t make suggestions, okay? And yes, Gray and I have to figure out just how to handle things going forward, but it’s just details.”
John caught his hand, wrapping their fingers together. “I love you.”
Caleb leaned over, the curtain of his hair falling to either side of their faces, hiding them from everything outside. “Know what?” he asked, kissing John lightly on the nose. “We love you, too.”
* * *
John woke from a dream of Caleb’s death.
He lay still in their bed, heart pounding, his face wet with tears. Half afraid, he rolled onto his side. Caleb sprawled beside him, deeply asleep, his skin unmarked by any sign of bullets and betrayal. John couldn’t sense even a flicker of etheric energy, which meant Gray must be curled up somewhere inside, dormant or just quiet for the moment.
He considered wrapping his arms around them, but didn’t want to wake up Caleb, who had been running on even less sleep than he had. Instead he slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. Dark shadows showed under his eyes, and he half wondered if they’d ever go away. As he’d predicted, a bruise marked the base of his neck, where it joined with the shoulder, but a t-shirt would mostly cover it. He felt sore and stiff and smelled of sex, but the night before had been worth any amount of discomfort now.
He showered quickly, then dried off and slipped on one of the standard-issue t-shirts and sweatpants. When he emerged from the bathroom, Caleb had rolled over but not woken up. He stealthily let himself out of the door in search of coffee and food.
As he stepped into the hall, he saw two things. The first was a circle of chalk laid down directly in front of their door, inscribed throughout with various sigils. A spirit ward. Not meant to keep Gray in, because the Vigilant already knew it wouldn’t work, but perhaps intended to provide a warning should he…what? Try to leave unmonitored?
The second was Tiffany, leaning casually against the wall directly across from their room. As he shut the door quietly behind him, she straightened. The fatigues and body armor were gone, replaced by one of her tailored Italian suits, and her hair and makeup appeared perfect as always.
“Huh,” she said. “You are still alive. I owe Kaniyar twenty bucks.” Turning away, she started down the hall, heels clicking on the wooden floor. “Come on, Starkweather, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a war to plan.”
Watch for Summoner of Storms, Book 6 of the SPECTR series, coming July 1, 2014.
Books by Jordan L. Hawk:
Hainted
Whyborne & Griffin series:
Widdershins
Threshold
Stormhaven
Necropolis (May 2014)
SPECTR
Hunter of Demons
Master of Ghouls
Reaper of Souls
Eater of Lives
Destroyer of Worlds
Summoner of Storms (July 2014)
“Heart of the Dragon” (short story)
About the Author
Jordan L. Hawk grew up in the wilds of North Carolina, where her bootlegging granny raised her on stories of haints and mountain magic. After using a silver knife in the light of a full moon to summon her true love, she turned her talents to spinning tales. She weaves together couples who need to fall in love, then throws in some evil sorcerers and undead just to make sure they want it bad enough. In Jordan’s world, love might conquer all, but it just as easily could end up in the grave.
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