44. Less reverent worship. #2
?Want you,?Luka said with his free hand, the gesture slow and clear.
Nick felt heat pool in his stomach at the directness of it.“Yeah?”he breathed. For two months, Luka had always waited for Nick to initiate, always let him set the pace and boundaries. But tonight, Luka was asking for what he wanted.
Luka’s response was to lean forward and kiss him—not the careful, tentative kisses they’d shared before, but something deeper. Hungrier. Nick melted into it, his hand fisting in Luka’s shirt as arousal shot through him.
When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Nick could see Luka’s sclera turnedblack.
He watched Luka’s hands start to move toward signing, then stop, something like frustration flickering across his features.
Instead, Luka cupped Nick’s face and kissed him again, and Nick could feel everything Luka couldn’t say in the desperate press of his lips.
“Yes,”Nick whispered against his mouth, answering what he understood was being asked.“Whatever you want. I want it too.”
Luka’s hands were already working at Nick’s shirt, pulling it over his head with more urgency than his usual careful patience. When his mouth found Nick’s throat, Nick arched into the contact with a gasp that turned into a moan as Luka’s teeth scraped against his pulse point.
God, yes,“ Nick breathed, his hand tangling in Luka’s hair, fingers gripping the soft strands as a fresh wave of heat flooded his body. “Don’t hold back tonight.”
The permission seemed to break something loose in Luka.
His touches became more demanding, less reverent worship and more hungry claiming—hands roaming Nick’s chest with firm pressure, nails dragging lightly over his nipples and sending electric tingles radiating outward.
When he bit down on Nick’s shoulder—not to feed, just to mark—Nick’s vision went white at the edges, the sharp pain blooming into a deep, throbbing ache that mingled with pleasure, making his cock throb painfully against his pants.
“Fuck, Luka,” he gasped, grinding down against the hard length he could feel pressing against him through their clothes, the friction sending sparks up his spine and making his hips buck instinctively. “I want—need you to—“
Luka pulled back to look at him, fangs fully extended, something wild and possessive in his black eyes. For a moment, Nick thought he might try to gentle himself again, to fall back into that careful patience, but the hunger there mirrored Nick’s own growing need.
“No,” Nick said firmly, reaching for Luka’s belt, his fingers trembling with excitement as he worked it open. “I want you like this.” The words felt liberating, his body alive with the thrill of it—skin flushed, muscles coiling with anticipation.
The rest of their clothes disappeared in a blur of vampire speed and human desperation, cool air hitting Nick’s heated skin and making him shiver as Luka’s body pressed against his, all hard muscle and restrained power.
When Luka’s mouth wrapped around him, Nick cried out loud enough that he briefly worried about the soundproofing before all coherent thought fled.
Luka’s technique was devastating—tongue swirling around the head of his cock with wet, deliberate strokes, suction drawing him deep into that cool, velvet heat, the careful edge of fangs grazing the shaft without nicking, sending Nick writhing and begging within minutes.
Pleasure coiled tight in his belly, his balls drawing up as electric pulses shot through his length, his thighs quaking with the intensity.
“Please, please, I need—“ Nick’s words dissolved into incoherent sounds as Luka’s fingers found him, slick with lube and pressing against his entrance with confident pressure.
They stretched him open with efficiency that spoke to vampire senses reading his body’s responses—one finger, then two, curling to brush his prostate and igniting fireworks behind his eyes, the stretch burning sweetly as his walls clenched and released, heat building in waves that made his whole body arch and tremble.
When Luka finally pushed inside him, Nick’s back arched off the bed.
The stretch and burn and overwhelming fullness sent electricity shooting through every nerve ending—Luka’s thick cock sliding in inch by inch, filling him completely, the pressure against his prostate making stars burst in his vision and his inner muscles flutter with a mix of ache and ecstasy.
Luka’s restraint finally snapped completely—his thrusts deep and demanding, the rhythm building to something that bordered on desperate, each powerful snap of his hips grinding against sensitive spots and sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating from Nick’s core to his fingertips.
“Mine,” Luka managed to rasp against Nick’s throat, the word torn from somewhere primal, his damaged voice rough and guttural.
“Yes,” Nick gasped, his legs wrapping around Luka’s waist, pulling him deeper, the added depth making him feel split open in the best way, pleasure-pain blurring into a euphoric haze.
“Yours. I’m sorry, Luka, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m going to—“ His body moved on instinct, meeting each thrust, the wet slide and rhythmic pounding building a pressure in his gut that threatened to consume him.
When Luka’s fangs finally pierced his throat, the combination of pain and pleasure and the intimate violation of being fed from—a sharp sting followed by a warm rush as blood flowed, endorphins flooding his system—Nick dug his nails in Luka’s back.
His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing untouched between them, hot spurts coating his stomach as his ass clenched rhythmically around Luka, waves of bliss making his vision blur and his limbs go weak.
He managed to sink his own teeth into Luka’s neck as the vampire followed him over, the coppery tang exploding on his tongue, both of them shaking apart in each other’s arms, Luka’s cock throbbing deep inside him with his release.
When an unwanted memory tried to surface—Shaw’s hands, Owen’s voice—Nick pushed it away easily, anchoring himself in the present moment, in Luka’s weight pinning him to the bed, the lingering fullness and warmth inside him, and the taste of copper on his tongue grounding him in this chosen reality.
This was theirs. This was chosen. This was love.
Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets and each other’s arms, Nick’s head pillowed on Luka’s chest, the steady non-beat of his heart a comforting rhythm under his ear.
The vampire’s fingers carded through his hair with gentle repetition, the touch soothing the lingering tremors in Nick’s body, and Nick felt the kind of bone-deep contentment he’d thought was lost to him forever.
“I love you,” he said quietly, the words coming easier now after weeks of practice.
Nick felt Luka’s chest rumble with a satisfied sound, his arms tightening around him, the embrace making Nick feel safe and cherished.
?Love you too,? Luka signed against Nick’s shoulder.
Outside their room, the farmhouse continued its nocturnal rhythm.
Soon enough, Nick would get up and practice his scales, maybe help Petrov with whatever project he was working on in the garage, join the others for their version of dinner around midnight.
Their strange, chaotic family life would continue in all its wonderful dysfunction.
But for now, Nick was content to lie here in the arms of someone who loved him without condition or agenda, listening to the sounds of sanctuary around them.
Eight weeks ago, he’d been a weapon pointed at the people who were now his family.
He’d been three fractured pieces of a person, held together by conditioning and stubborness.
Now he was just Nick. Complicated, scarred, healing Nick, who was learning to play piano again and had found a place where walking around in underwear was acceptable and strange teenage psychopaths threatened to steal prosthetics and no one expected him to be anything other thanexactlywho he was.
It wasn’t the life he’d planned. It wasn’t the life anyone would have chosen for him.
But it was his life, built through his own choices, filled with people who had also been broken and rebuilt themselves into something stronger.
Nick smiled against Luka’s skin.
This is what belonging feels like.