Chapter 17
Hawk
I stumble with relief when the sticky, unfamiliar sensation in my mind disappears. For a moment, I could almost feel the blacksmith’s flesh without touching it, and when he told me he would treat me well , a sense of nausea overcame my entire body. Now, the intrusive sensation is gone, but I still cannot shake off what I’ve seen.
Shadows danced over the walls as if they’d been images cast from a projector, but I can’t see any device that could have been their source, so how the hell did that happen? I half-expected them to rise off the floor like some freakishly realistic 3D projections and attack the cops, who should definitely have broken into the bar at this point. Then again… how could a space as tall as this forge be hidden inside a random single-story building on the outskirts of Boston? How did I not see the smoke from the massive fireplace, when it has to go somewhere ?
Sylvan grabs a wooden stool and steps over the fresh corpse, as if killing this stranger caused him no discomfort. When he puts it next to me and climbs on it, I’m too scatterbrained to realize what he’s doing until his lips are on mine, sharing the taste of the dead man’s blood.
I should be disgusted, or unsettled at least, that this sweet boy has a killer in him, but when he cradles my face and tells me I’m his, I let the moment carry me and roll my tongue against his.
The tips of his… claws dig into my skin, and the very real pain makes me accept the truth. He cut the guy’s neck with tar black claws that grew out of his fingers. The shadows moved at their own accord.
Either I’m in the middle of a mental breakdown or he is really an elven prince.
He was special to me before, but I see all of him now, and believe the unbelievable.
“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry,” he says when two drops of blood drip down my face. I’m not sure if he cut me accidentally, or if it’s the blacksmith’s blood, but I’m too high on adrenaline to register pain well. Sylvan pulls back, and I see the claws melt, slide down his hands and then join his shadow, leaving behind just his lovely, if bloodstained, fingers.
I should think he’s an absolute psycho and run the other way, but who am I to speak? I’ve killed people for the man I thought I loved too.
No one has ever wanted me this much, no one’s ever chosen me , fought for me .
No one but this tiny cutie who has to stand on a chair to kiss me.
“This is… real,” I mumble, settling my hands on his hips as my gaze wanders over the massive hearth, the rune-covered walls, and the pointy ear, which doesn’t bear a trace of surgical scars. “The world of the elves, are we in it already? Is that why the cops didn’t follow us?”
He strokes my hair with so much tenderness I want to both cuddle him and fuck him like a maniac. I’ve never felt so wanted.
“I told you it’s real,” Sylvan says and kisses me again, without a hint of resentment for my lack of trust. “The house is protected by a powerful illusion, so the police can’t enter, we are safe. But we’re not in the Nightmare Realm just yet. We will go there soon though. And since the bastard did take off my collar, I can bind your shadow to mine, as I promised.” When he raises his hand in an elegant gesture, I’m not imagining things, a dark thread rises from his shadow and wraps around his finger.
I blink, then pinch myself, but the image doesn’t disappear, defying everything I know about the world and its physics. “Holy hell… you’re a magician.”
Sylvan’s smile is sweet despite the bloodstains on his face. “Of sorts.” He gives me a dreamy look from under pale eyelashes as he pulls another thread, this time from my shadow, into his hand. “It’s called shadowcraft, and I might not have much talent for it, but with your shadow tied to mine, my power will be so much greater. He tried to take you from me. But I’d rather die than let that happen.” He twists the two threads in his fingers into a tidy bow, then squeezes it.
When he opens his hand, they form a single, uniform thread connecting our shadows. I’m flooded by a sense of warm anticipation so very unlike the repulsive shackles of my brief connection with the smith.
I swallow, pulling Sylvan close, until I can sense his heartbeat where our chests touch. My head is spinning a bit as the scenery blurs around his serene features. “But I didn’t agree. How could he just…do that? I thought it needed to be mutual.
Sylvan kisses me again, and his arms cradle my head as we embrace. “Your shadow is so potent. I think it’s because of your near-to-death experiences. But it’s also vulnerable. I don’t know why, but only the shadows of those drowning in the River of Souls are like that?desperate to attach themselves. Yet I found you in the human realm, in my path. Any shadow-wielder can bind a shadow like yours to theirs, and your consent would have been irrelevant. The bond can only be made with one human, and it cannot be broken. Other than by death.
“Your precious shadow on the other hand can only be used once you become a Dark Companion, and for that to happen, you will need to make a vow. It cannot be forced, though I have heard stories of lies and coercion. Even stories of a shadow-wielder killing the person they bound to them when the human wouldn’t comply under any circumstances. That will not be our case though, will it?”
Sylvan’s voice is sweet in my ear, as if we were in bed already, whispering filthy promises. “I will take you to the Nightmare Realm, and under the cover of my shadow, you will vow to be mine as the full moon gazes upon us. Body, soul, and shadow. And as promised, my body will be yours.” He backs out enough to look into my eyes with such softness, I can’t believe he’s a killer even though a body is at our feet. “But in truth, Hawk, you already have my heart as well.”
He’s such a temptation. A never-ending sundae with fruit, whipped cream, and copious lashings of sauce. I can barely think when he’s stroking me, peering deep into my eyes, making such sweet promises.
Nobody ever wanted me like this, mutually and without shame. For good.
It’s addictive, and when I slide my hands down his body, taking hold of his ass, he whimpers in excitement.
“Are you saying I can just have this? Escape the law, and then live forever married to a prince?” rolls out of my mouth as I push my nose into his fine dew-scented hair. Now I know why he always smells so gloriously. He is not of my world.
I love the way his breath quickens. “You can have everything . Is it so bad that I don’t want to wait until you’re my Dark Companion?” His whisper is raspy, but it’s his words that throw gasoline over the fire inside me. “Some say that it shouldn’t be done. That it’s coercive…”
He’s so precious.
“I only want you if you want me, my prince. But I don’t think it’s a secret I’m daydreaming about your body,” I tell him and knead his buttocks.
Sylvan nuzzles my cheek. “I don’t want you. I need you. I need to know what it’s like to be under you, to please you, to be a vessel for you.” His voice trembles at the end in a tone that awakens my most feral instincts.
He might be powerful, magical, and a prince, but he’s a little shy about the things he wants from me, and that only turns me on more.
“You literally murdered a guy for me. That’s commitment,” I rasp and slide my finger up and down his crack, pushing on the fabric to tickle his hole through it. He’s so responsive.
Sylvan shivers and bends his spine when he pushes his hips back, and I nip his upper lip, captivated by the ecstasy painted over his features. “You want to be my ‘vessel’, huh? That can be arranged, pretty thing.” No rubbers it is then.
“Now?” he asks, kissing my neck.
The mix of needy and vulnerable is intoxicating. Just like when I first saw him and couldn’t look away, couldn’t leave despite it being such a stupid thing to do while on the run from the law.
But now I can have him, and arousal dances in my veins when I slide my hands down his thighs, feeling them as I kiss my way along his jaw. I intend to savor this. “‘Now’ what?” I tease and lick the side of his face, making him moan. “What do you want from me, princeling?” I’m pretty sure I know, but I want him to say it. I want to see him blushing when he admits he wants my cock.
Sylvan squeezes me tighter, and now that I know he really is a prince, I wonder how he got here. Not why he got banished, that can wait, but how did he get to be twenty-five and a hapless virgin when he’s so adorably fuckable.
“I want you on top of me,” he says, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
I spit on my fingers and grab his jaw with my other hand as they dive into the back of his pants, headed to the center of his heat. I remember rubbing my cum into his hole, but now I’ll do much more than that.
His eyes roll back when my damp fingertips slide over wrinkled flesh, and I lick across his open lips still stained with blood. I want him to lose himself. I want him to scream, twist, and arch in my arms until he’s so pumped out I’ll have to carry him wherever we’re going next.
“Are you too embarrassed to ask for the things you want? For my cock diving deep into your needy hole?” I ask, making him tremble with my words.
“It’s… I shouldn’t ask for that. I should be the one in control. But I don’t want to,” his voice turns into a whimper when I press my finger against his opening. My dick will fit so snugly in there. The only one he’ll ever have, because there’s no way I’m ever letting go of this gem, not when he wants to keep me for good.
“What would all the other royals think if they knew you want to be fucked like this and filled with cum until that’s all you can think about,” I say, dipping my digit into his opening so rapidly he slides one knee up my hip, begging to be taken away to my den of choice.
I can do that. I’m more than happy to take charge.
The little moan he makes reverberates over my skin like a ripple on a lake and goes straight to my dick. His gentle fingers tighten on my arms, and my mind fills with memories of the previous times we’ve been together. Of his mouth so full of my dick he had tears in his eyes but wouldn’t tap out. Of his pink pucker slathered in my cum and clenching against my fingertip. Sylvan’s beautiful face flushed, eyes glazed over, lips trembling when he came.
“Please…” he whispers, shifting his ass against my fingers in a way that makes me imagine him dancing in my lap just as passionately.
I slide my finger out and grab him with both hands. He somehow immediately knows what to do and curls his limbs around me as I stumble forward. I kick away the stool, walk over the smith and head for the open door. A part of me wants to have him on a desk full of tools, which would clatter to the floor while I have my way with him, but this will be his first time, and I want him to be comfortable.
“You might not believe it, but I never fucked a prince before,” I hum, kissing him again as he attempts to rub himself against my body.
“First time even for you then.” Sylvan nips on my ear.
He’s my perfect choice. Not because of his royal blood, but he’s what I was always drawn to. Sweet but with spice. A kitten with sharp claws. Fragile, but determined.
Is it a little deranged that I’m impressed by how easily he killed a man? Just for standing in his way? Sure, but it’s a testament to how much he wants me, and that’s my catnip.
His pretty face and slender body drew me in, but his intensity is what makes me stay.
I put him down on the large leather sofa in the first room, already missing the hardness of his dick against me. I love seeing him from above, it makes me feel even bigger. So small, but freckled with blood, Sylvan makes the loveliest picture, and I can’t wait to ruin him.
He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, and I don’t miss the way his eyes stray to the bulge in my pants.
I might take my time preparing him for what’s to come, but I will not be patient about seeing him naked. Determined to feed my eyes on his pale flesh, I slide his shoes off, and then grab his pants, tugging them down his legs.
“Oh, I’ve never been with anyone hotter. That’s almost better than being with a prince,” I say and drop his clothes on the floor before opening his legs to glance at his stiff cock. It’s straining the front of his simple black briefs, begging for my attention.
His gasp goes straight to my balls, and when I look at his parted lips, I wonder if I shouldn’t have him suck me first. He was so eager to please me when he did that. And he even said that he doesn’t want control. I can most definitely take over.
“Some people say it hurts?” Sylvan says, and the flush on his cheeks would make my dick hard if I wasn’t ready to go.
I let out a dark chuckle and lean over him, gorging myself on his clean scent. He might have expressed worry, but when I climb on top of him, he accepts my presence and unfolds for me, begging for attention.
“It can, but I’ll get you nice and ready, so you can relax when I take my big hard dick,” I say, pulling his hand down my pants, “and push it inside you.”
His lip curls, and he takes a deep inhale as he cups my cock. I see the desire pooling in his eyes, glazing them over. This flower wants to be plucked. “I can take it. I think. I want to.”
He’s adorable as he mindlessly strokes my dick as though he’s petting a cat.
“Of course you can, my sweet prince. And I shall use your royal body as often as you want to,” I say, shoving my joggers down to reveal his hand stroking my length. My girth makes his elegant fingers appear even more delicate, and I wish to suck on them all. “Or rather, as often as I want, because your flesh will be mine. These thighs, stomach, this chest,” I continue, moving my palms up his body. “Even these lips,” I add, pushing my thumb on his tongue. “Oh yes. I just might use them most. Every day before you attend your royal duties, you’ll be leaving with a belly full of my cum.”
His eyes grow wider, and when he sucks on my finger, my dick twitches in his grip. He’s so pliant. Nothing turns me on more than a gentle beauty like him getting railed and filthy. He’s even trying to take his underwear off with one hand, just to not let go of me with the other.
“You want to give it a quick try?” I rasp, leaning toward his face, so he knows what I’m suggesting. I can see lights come on in his irises, and as he nods, trying to pull me close, I climb up and pull his head up by the hair. He opens up, I slide in, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Ohh, fuck me, I swear you have the best damn mouth,” I mumble, shifting forward to sink my length deeper into that wonderful, velvety channel. “Must be because of all those big, important words you’re using. Who would have thought a prince could be such an accomplished cocksucker.”
His mouth full of my dick, and I teasingly prod with the tip of my tool on the inside of his cheek. Even his ears have turned pink, and I’m confident he loves the teasing, because he’s inching his fingers toward his own cock even though he barely managed to pull his underwear down his thighs. The big blue eyes looking up at me are the picture of innocence, but it’s a facade. He wants to be dicked down, and I’m the man for the job.
I love how my pants push on the underside of his chin, trapping him for me as he swallows, lost in his own world, as if anything beyond the space between my thighs ceased to exist.
“I want to see you like this every day, calming yourself down by sucking on my dick. Your tongue was made to lick my balls and gather my cum,” I rasp, gently thrusting as our eyes meet.
He’s such a stunner. Such an absolute hottie. I can’t believe I get to touch him, and he wants to make me his… well whatever the title might be, I’ll be important.
He’s unsure and experimental in the way he sucks on my cockhead, but oh so enthusiastic. I’m more than happy to be his plaything another time and indulge in the adoration in his eyes, but now that I got the green light, I want to fuck him. I want him moaning my name when he finds out how good it feels to have his prostate stroked. I want to hold his lithe body against me when he comes and feel him shiver, ass pulsing on my dick and milking it.
I chuckle at the disappointment and longing on his face when I pull my cock out of his mouth. I still tease his bottom lip with the tip. “What are you made for?” I ask, stroking his silvery hair.
“F-for licking your cock,” he whispers.
I nod. “Damn right. But also for stroking it,” I tell him and curl his fingers around my saliva-damp shaft before pushing in and out of his fist with a gleeful grin. “And for taking it up your tight little ass. You want it so much you can’t wait a day longer.”
Sylvan touches himself absentmindedly, so I stop him with a gesture, because I don’t want my virgin boy to blow his load too early. His chest is moving so fast already, his pink nipples like two stiff peaks.
“Is that bad? It’s so glorious, I find it hard to think about much else.” He leans forward to kiss the tip of my dick, and this time it’s me who needs to be out of his soft hand if I want to come deep inside him instead of now.
I laugh and descend his body, kissing his face, his neck, his lovely pale chest. I bite his nipples until he’s gasping for air. “It’s you who said it’s unlawful, or something. But I want it now . I want you now. I would have had you in a back alley behind Best Burgers Bonanza if you let me,” I whisper as I soothe him with my tongue and find the lube in my pocket. Now, my pants are useless, so I kick them off and continue my journey down, rubbing my stubbly face over creamy flesh.
Sylvan starts gasping when my face gets closer to his cock, but I’m not taking any risks, so I just blow air over his shaft and suck on the flesh of his thigh.
“Please…” he once again moans out that unspecified request and spreads his thighs wider for me. His fingers roam over my shoulders, so I take off my hoodie. I want to feel him wherever he decides to touch me.
He’s so pale against the dark leather. Like the moon against the night sky.
I will tear this moon down and eat it as if it’s a meringue.
“I promise you’ll be satisfied or I’ll die trying,” I tell him and squeeze a large dollop of lube into my hand before grabbing his leg and placing it on my shoulder. Sylvan gasps, watching me as I bend him in half, but then my slick hand touches his opening, and his eyelids flutter as if they were dancing butterflies.
Yeah, I can be a poet. Sometimes. Can’t help myself with someone as pretty as him.
Other times, I can be a dirty-mouthed fuck, if that’s what my boy needs.
“That’s one pretty pink hole. You’ve not even fingered yourself?” I tease as I slide a finger inside him, and oh, how deliciously the muscles tense around me. He’s a sight to behold spread open like this. He must have the best ass I’ve ever seen. A soft, round little peach I loved eating.
“No,” he gasps when I fuck him open with my thick finger.
I don’t even know where to look because that dick hungry hole is my personal porn, but his face getting redder by the second is worthwhile competition. He’s bent in half, ass available to me however I want it.
“But you still know this is what you want, don’t you? A man taking control and getting what he’s owed? Getting off inside you?” I rasp and watch him nod. “Like you’re not a prince but some servant kept for pleasure, available whenever I need to come. Mouth, ass, wherever I like. I might just come over these lovely nipples. What do you think?”
I’m half-lucid with lust when I push another slick finger in and stretch him open. My dick is throbbing with the need to have a go.
Sylvan nods, panting, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his tense stomach. “Yes. I will be yours to use. However you like. I could kneel and open my mouth so you can jerk off into it. It’s even fine if you miss. I just want to satisfy you.”
He is perfect.
I grin. “Oh, baby boy, I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.” He’s so compact I can easily reach his cheeks even in this position, and I make him suck my thumb as I rail his ass with my fingers. The moans and whimpers are music to my ears, and I’m getting lost in this strange room filled with the smell of fire and his arousal.
We’re kissing, grabbing at each other, and the gentle crackling in the fireplace provides the most otherworldly soundtrack to the insanity of what I’m doing. I never before considered things like marriage, but I want to take him as mine and claim him for good.
I love how pliant his muscles are around my digits, how they stretch when I curl my fingers and roll them at the mouth of Sylvan’s hole. My dick is stiffer than it ever was, and it’s muddling my mind as I take a whiff of his hot skin before pulling myself to my knees.
He blinks, once again touching his stiff cock, but this time I’m not making him stop. He’s been such a good boy.
“I’m going to fill you up now. Focus on it. Focus on how my cock feels inside you, on how much pleasure you’re giving me,” I tell him, playing on the sexual fantasies he’s revealed. I lick sweat off my lips as I spread him open and drizzle more lube over my cock, and then onto his exposed hole. It glistens as I once again rub the clear gel in. But I can’t wait anymore and grab my dick, aligning it with the tight ring that will suck me so lovingly.
I pull his ass higher, so I have easier access, and push in with a grunt as I hold on to his trembling thighs. I want to go easy on him, so it’s only my cockhead for now, but it takes all my restraint to not go in balls deep. Stars seem to flicker under my eyelids from the desire I feel right now, buried in his sweet ass.
Sylvan’s panting, moaning at my every move, his eyes rolling back, hair spread over the leather. I could come from just looking at him. A dream come-fucking-true.
The most gorgeous guy spread open with my dick and moaning, “more…”
His words, whispered with such soft abandon, go right to my head, like a vodka infusion drank straight from the bottle, and I shift my hips to push inside him that bit farther.
“You like that? You like being used by a big, strong man like me?” I ask.
He swallows and bites his lip, meeting my eyes. “I… I like to feel… overpowered,” he whispers the last part, but I hear him loud and clear, so my hand trails from over his face, and to his slender neck. It’s stained with specks of the smith’s blood. My lovely little monster.
I don’t squeeze, just let it sit there so he knows I could as I make a hard thrust that makes him cry out.
I come to a standstill, buried almost all the way in his heavenly body, but I don’t want this to be painful for him, so I wait, my toes curled and teeth clenched as I fight my instinct to fuck , to move my shaft in and out of the tight sleeve of his flesh until I’m spent and my balls run dry.
“I could do this at any time,” I whisper, grinning when my words make his dick twitch and release clear liquid onto his stomach when I fold him farther. “You’re so much smaller than me. So much weaker…”
His tense muscles ease a little around my cock, so I’m guessing that’s his arousal flooding his body. “Yours. All yours,” Sylvan moans, and even shifts his ass against me in a needy motion.
He wants me to move, to thrust into him.
I want to do that.
But the position with one of my knees on the floor, the other on this stupidly shallow sofa isn’t great for vigorous movement, and someone needs to be practical, because he’s already half-lucid, grabbing my forearm and stroking the hair on it.
I watch his face when I pull out and it’s filled with so much disappointment and confusion I almost let out a chuckle.
“I want you on hands and knees,” I murmur, and before he gets the chance to answer, I pull him off the sofa in one swift tug.