Oh, damn. It was hard—and not—to do as the man commanded. Is this what Mackie feels? It was almost liberating and very arousing to be under a strong man’s control. He watched with labored breaths and an itchy desire to move while Alex sprang off the bed and practically ripped his own clothing off. He stood like a god with pale, almost hairless, skin stretched over sleek, yet powerful, muscles. The man’s cock was large, almost alarmingly so. Because there was only a small, short thatch of hair around it, the hard shaft appeared even bigger, like a club. How is that thing going to fit inside my ass? His hole clenched involuntarily at the idea, clearly eager to find out.
Reaching inside his nightstand drawer, Alex pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “We’ll need this in a bit.” Excitement flared inside Quinn. Alex kneeled back between his legs. Quinn still had them bent, his hole exposed and vulnerable. Alex palmed the back of Quinn’s thighs and pushed them forward.
“First,” Alex said. “I want a taste.”
The meaning of his words eluded Quinn for about two seconds before Alex bent forward and licked along the seams where his leg met his pelvis. Quinn jerked at the sensation but had little time to process how erogenous that part of his body was before Alex proceeded to lap the entire area. He took Quinn’s balls in his mouth and sucked them briefly. Then he licked his way around Quinn’s puckered hole.
“Oh, God!” he gasped and even tried to break free. “That’s…” He wasn’t sure how he intended to finish that statement. Unnecessary. Amazing. He was on sensory overload, not sure how he should respond to something that he hadn’t even dreamed of.
Then he came. It took him by surprise, his cock jerking and spitting out ropes of cum onto his abdomen. He wanted to grab it and tug it to completion, but Alex’s admonishment to stay still somehow held him in thrall. He was helpless to do anything other than cry out and shudder with his release.
His hole clenched and loosened repeatedly. Alex took advantage by slipping his tongue inside, which sent another wave of climax coursing through him. Quinn fisted his hands and tossed his head back and forth. He almost didn’t notice when Alex replaced his tongue with a lubed finger.
“Oh!” Quinn’s eyes flew open and he stared at the plain white ceiling as he accustomed himself to the strange feeling of being invaded.
“That’s it, darling boy. Relax.” Alex’s voice was pitched low and soothing. He fucked Quinn slowly with that finger.
In and out, it dragged against his swollen tissues. The invasion wasn’t at all painful. The rhythm lulled him into closing his eyes again. He relaxed his fingers and melted into the soft bedding. He could have fallen asleep, except that Alex crooked his finger to scrape against a spot that sent a jolt through Quinn. He gasped and rolled his hips to try to hold Alex’s finger in place.
The man chuckled and pressed his free palm against Quinn’s abdomen to keep him still. “Like that, do you?” Quinn could only grunt in reply.
A second digit joined the first, stretching Quinn’s hole a little bit more. It burned for a few seconds before he relaxed his muscles and fell back into the soothing rhythm of being finger fucked. Then Alex goosed his prostate again, and this time he kept at it. With each pass of his fingers in and out, Alex rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
It drove Quinn mad. His arousal built once more, sending blood surging into his cock. It rose just as hard and Quinn’s balls ached just as much as if he hadn’t come mere minutes ago. The fact that he could barely move under Alex’s physical and mental control only served to heighten the experience. Soon he shut his eyes again and squirmed.
Alex grasped Quinn’s dick and tugged. He flicked his thumb across the leaking slit, making Quinn whimper. It was all too much. His senses were being assaulted on multiple fronts and overloaded by the attention. He became desperate to come again and would have if Alex hadn’t gripped the base of his cock to hold the climax back.
“No. Please.” He begged shamelessly for release. He was so wrapped up in his need that he almost missed how his hole had been abandoned, only to be filled once more with something bigger, wider and harder.
His eyes flew open as his slickened ring of muscle was stretched far more than it had been before. Alex still knelt between his legs, still held his rod in one hand. Now, though, his thick thighs pressed against Quinn’s ass. The man’s large, wide cock invaded Quinn’s tight hole. It was looser than it had been, those fingers having done their job, but still not enough to keep the pain from coming. Quinn whimpered and Alex stilled.
“Easy now,” Alex crooned. “I’ll go slowly.”
He began jerking Quinn’s dick again with sure strokes that went all the way to the top of the bulbous head then down to the root. He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive spot right below the cockhead. It made Quinn shudder and squirm. The second he moved his ass, Alex pushed forward. The man’s dick slid in a little bit more before he froze again.
“That’s it, darling boy. You’re doing wonderfully. We just need to give your precious channel a chance to adjust.”
The words of praise and encouragement warmed Quinn. He kept his gaze on Alex’s eyes. They’d gone almost completely black, yet he saw safety in those endless depths. Something inside him snapped like a band pulled too tightly. His body relaxed. So, too, did Alex apparently, because he took advantage of the change by sliding his dick balls-deep inside Quinn’s ass.
They both sighed at the same time, and Alex grinned. “There now. It’s all done. You’re no longer a virgin.” His eyelids fluttered closed for a second, his pleasure obvious. “And, yet so delightfully tight that I find it hard to stay still.”
The man’s breathless voice and the way in which his massive chest seemed to labor gave Quinn a new thrill. He’d done this to him. It was a kind of power, even though he was the one on his back with his ass filled with dick. Emotion welled up, strong and invigorating. He wanted to please Alex, make him come.
He licked his lips and grinned. “Then don’t—stay still, that is. Go ahead and fuck me. Please,” he added and squeezed around the invading shaft.
Alex grunted and grimaced. “Oh, Christ! What you do to me.”
Then he did as Quinn requested and began to thrust slowly. At the same time, he resumed jerking Quinn’s dick. Arousal built once more with increasing speed. Alex pushed the back of Quinn’s thigh with his free hand to angle his ass higher. He increased his speed at the same time, and now he nailed Quinn’s prostate with each stroke of his cock.
Quinn lost it. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and tossed his head back and forth. He made fists once more and pounded the mattress. He bucked his hips as best he could within the stranglehold of Alex’s grasp, urging the man to go faster and harder.
“Please. Please.” He didn’t even know what he was pleading for, except he knew something had to give. He had to give—and soon.
Alex forced his eyes to stay open. He didn’t want to miss a moment of the beautiful sight laid out before him. He was fucking Quinn with fast, sure strokes now, giving him all his passion. Control was slipping away as the tight, slick channel he drove himself into clasped and dragged his dick to orgasm. Had he ever been imbedded in such a welcoming heat? If so, the memory of it had been wiped away by the perfect pleasure of fucking this boy. Not even the unnecessary use of a condom marred the experience.
Quinn’s virgin body blossomed in response to his relentless assault. With each pass, Alex’s dick was sucked in deeper. The hot human cock in his grasp throbbed and leaked so much cum that his grip slid along the satiny, taut skin. He could feel the orgasm climbing the shaft, ready to erupt.
He redoubled his efforts, drilling Quinn in an increasingly frantic race to empty himself. The boy came first, sticky, warm cum pumping out to coat Alex’s fingers. With the first spurt, the human’s hole clenched around Alex’s shaft. That was all it took to send him over the edge. With a howl, he threw his head back and pounded out his release.
The maelstrom swirled through him, making hi
m wild. He felt the pounding of Quinn’s heart through the pulsing artery at his groin. Pressing his thumb against the spot, Alex bit his own lip to taste the salty blood he imagined coursed through Quinn’s veins. The urge to drop his head and tear at the boy’s artery almost undid him. Instead, he roared out his frustration and, grabbing Quinn’s hips with both hands, yanked the boy’s pliant body flush against his pelvis. He ground out the last of his orgasm.
When it was over and sanity returned, Alex forced his eyes open. Quinn lay limp against the sheets with his eyes closed. Carefully, so as not to hurt him any more than he might have already, Alex eased his softening dick out of the quivering hole. A quick glance told him all was well. He released the boy’s legs and climbed over to lie beside him. He tugged off the hated condom with a tissue and tossed it aside.
He gathered Quinn into his arms and kissed the top of his sweaty head. “Are you all right, dearest boy?”
Quinn mumbled something quite incoherent before turning in to Alex’s embrace. A few seconds later, he realized the boy had fallen asleep. He smiled and hugged Quinn a bit tighter. He didn’t even question the wisdom of letting the human sleep in his bed. This was where he wanted the boy—nowhere else. And that was a terrifying realization.
* * * *
Alex popped awake at the sound of his phone going off. Quinn still lay curled within his arms, which pleased him. The incessant ringing couldn’t be ignored, however, and he knew that it must be important for someone to rouse him from his sleep. Releasing the boy, he leaned over the side of the bed and snatched his pants. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw that it was Val calling.
“What’s wrong?”
“Turn on the local news.”
Alex didn’t waste time asking why. He grabbed his remote and clicked on the flat screen mounted on the wall opposite his bed. What he saw dismayed and angered him, but it wasn’t a surprise.
A shot from a helicopter zoomed in on the pale white body of a naked man hanging from the Longfellow Bridge over the Charles River. A plethora of emergency personnel swarmed the area, working, no doubt, to free the corpse while preserving the crime scene. Even via television, one could see that the victim’s throat had been ripped open and his body drained of blood.
“Fuck me. Adrian’s been busy.” Alex said the words without thinking.
“Who’s Adrian?”
Shit.
“The boy’s with you?” Val’s tone dripped with surprise.
Alex ignored the question. “Get the car. I’ll join you out front in ten minutes.” Disconnecting the call, he turned off the TV then tossed both the remote and his phone onto the nightstand.
He turned to Quinn, and the adorably rumpled appearance of the boy made him smile, despite the horror of Adrian’s latest kill. He pressed a soft kiss on those swollen pink lips. “Good morning. Sorry to wake you.”
Quinn blushed and dropped his gaze for a second. “Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
The human wiggled a bit. “A little sore, but in a good way, you know?” His blush deepened, which only served to make him even more irresistible.
Alex kissed him again and indulged himself enough to deepen it to the point that they both ended up breathless. He pulled away reluctantly. “I’m sorry. I have to go, but you should go back to sleep. It’s early yet.”
“Oh, is that okay?” He peeked at Alex from under his lashes. On a more experienced boy, he would have thought it a calculated coquettish move. Knowing Quinn as he already did, it was pure shyness.
He tucked a stray lock behind the boy’s ear. “Of course. I rather like the idea of you tucked in my bed while I’m out.” He stood, and grabbing the sheet at the foot of the bed, spread it over the human.
“That should keep you warm until I return.”
Quinn smiled and snuggled under the sheet. “Thanks. Do you really have to go?”
“Yes. There’s been another murder, and given the proximity of the first one to the club, I want to keep abreast of what’s going on.”
“Oh, yeah, I got that from the TV.” He gnawed at his lower lip. “Who’s Adrian?”
Of course, the boy wasn’t so distracted by Alex’s charm that he’d forgotten what he’d heard. “That’s simply the nickname that Val and I gave the killer. Adrian is someone we knew back in the old country who was a bit of a bully.” He gave an artless shrugged. “Juvenile, I’ll admit, but there you are.”
“Oh.” Quinn smiled again. “I guess that’s better than calling him the vampire killer, like some of the boys are doing.”
Alex kept a fake smile in place. “Yes, indeed.” Leaning over, he gave Quinn one more kiss because…just because, before heading to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he climbed into the black Escalade Val had arrived in. They didn’t need the vehicle much, but when moving quickly in human fashion, the thing did come in handy. They’d both dressed as they did when forced to go out in the summer sun—long-sleeved tees, jeans and boots, although Val’s style tended toward Alexander McQueen or some other trendy designer, whereas Alex stuck to the old standbys like Armani.
They hid their sensitive eyes behind glasses designed to filter out the worst of the sun’s rays. There again, his companion liked the flashy aviator style, and Alex just wanted something functional and more conservative. Val also shielded his head with a Red Sox ball cap. It was a sensible choice, but Alex didn’t like hats and had chosen to put his hair in a messy man-bun. He felt like an idiot every time he did it. Still, the clump of hair helped keep his head from baking.
He had developed a surprising level of vanity while living on this planet. On their home world, clothing was functional, not decorative. Males and females dressed alike. He’d first scoffed at the human need to pretty themselves with ever-changing fashion trends. Yet over the centuries, that which he’d done merely to blend in had become more important to him. Add to that a ridiculous amount of wealth, and he could indulge himself—and Quinn, too. That thought popped into his head. He pictured dressing the boy in clothes worthy of his beauty. The idea made him smile.
“Not for nothing, boss, but I think you should wipe that well-fucked look off your face. We’re headed to the site of a murder, after all.”
Alex scowled at Val’s insubordination. Even after a thousand Earth years, their command structure held, although it was fraying a bit, despite his best efforts. “I do not have a ‘well-fucked look’ on my face. And, technically, we aren’t heading to the site of a murder so much as the place the body was dumped.”
“Hung, sir. Technically speaking.” Val shot him a wry grin.
“Whatever,” he muttered back and slumped in his seat. “Damn Dracul to hell. He would have Adrian make a spectacle of the whole thing.”
“Not his usual style. I mean, the low body count part, not the spectacle. He’s always gone in before for the massive casualties and destruction of nations kind of trouble-making. Two dead people in a few days’ time seems penny-ante for him.”
“Hmm. I expect he’s simply changed with the world. He recognizes that he has to tread lightly now that humans have developed the means to destroy everything, including us. It’s one thing to goad and help the power-mad and insane to slaughter thousands, then millions, using conventional means. Splitting atoms to obliterate your enemies is an entirely different matter. Impossible to contain.”
Val sighed as he weaved his way through the clog of traffic that was getting thicker the closer they got to the crime scene. “I was really hoping he’d stopped.”
Alex shook his head. “Never. I don’t think he’s constitutionally capable of that now. It’s a compulsion to manipulate humans for sport and to harass us.”
He heaved a bigger sigh than Val had and lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m tired of reacting to his every move. And I’m not leaving. Not again. I like Boston. I like the club.”
I like the boy.
He stomped on that thought as soon a
s it formed. That was taking things too far too fast. One night didn’t mean anything, nor did taking the boy’s virginity. If he cared even a little bit for the vulnerable human, he’d pack him up and send him back to Michigan where he’d be safe—as safe as any human could be, at any rate. He knew the moment his brain formulated that plan, though, that he couldn’t go through with it. The very thought of Quinn being out of his sight, out of his protection, made his hot blood run icy cold.
“If Dracul wants to play a new game, then so be it. We’re taking a stand. This is our city and we’re going to defend it for however long it takes.”
Chapter Eight
“Jesus fucking Christ, this a nightmare.”
Trey took his eyes off the coroner’s tentative review of the still-hanging body and trained his attention instead on his partner. “Which part? The one where we have to figure out how in the hell the killer managed to string the victim over the side of a bridge without being seen? Or the part where we have to accept that we have a quickly-escalating serial killer, which means the feds are on their way to shove us aside?”
Grabbing the railing in front of him, he leaned over and studied the teeming crowd of looky-loos below. “Or the part where we’re trying to do what’s left of our jobs in front of the entire fucking city?”
The beautiful summer morning encouraged people to practically treat the horror show unfolding on one of the city’s landmarks like a fun outing. Street vendors had followed the flow of people and even now hocked treats and drinks in an obscene display that put him in mind of old-fashioned executions. Worse, people were buying the stuff and sitting on the grass or strolling around, watching as the pathetic and bloodless remains of an as-yet unknown victim were poked and prodded.
“Hey, Doc, can you please move this along?”
Almadeo shot him an irritated glance from where he was bent almost in half, trying to examine the body. “Nearly done, Duncan.”
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