Chapter 13 Dex #2
Luc leaned in, inches from Dex, heat seeming to pour off his body in waves. “I’m not pretending or manipulating you.”
Sweat prickled along Dex’s forehead. “Okay. But you aren’t telling me what you really want either. You’re acting, at least to an extent. You can’t be this perfect boyfriend and also be the man who almost killed my best friend. You can’t be two separate things, like the other half doesn’t exist.”
Luc huffed, and the scent of smoke filled the air. “You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t be.”
Dex braced against the headboard. “Then show me who you really are.”
“I am.” Luc pressed forward, planting a hand on either side of Dex. “The real me wants to care for you, destroy your grief, and give you everything.”
Dex swallowed a whimper. What a thing to say. “Is that all?”
“No.” Luc caught Dex’s chin between two fingers.
“I want you to be mine. I want to keep you. You want to know who I really am? The pieces I’ve kept quiet?
When I first saw you, I considered using magic to ensnare you and make you mine.
I’m known for taking what I want—it’s become a habit—but I can’t with you.
I’m determined to break the cycle I’ve trapped myself in.
You have to choose me and let me give you everything.
That’s the only way I can possess all of you. ”
Fuck. Dex had to remember how to breathe.
“Your pulse is pounding.” Luc’s voice softened, his gaze falling to Dex’s neck. “I can hear it. Am I scaring you?”
Dex wrapped a hand around Luc’s wrist, but didn’t pull him off. If anything, he held Luc in place. “Yes.” The word came out breathy, and his whole body burned.
Luc smiled, sly and befitting the Devil. “And you like being afraid?”
Dex nodded as best he could, heat pooling deep inside him as his cock stiffened.
He wanted nothing more than to be possessed. By Luc. By fear. His desire to feel owned, to let someone else take charge, came alive under Luc’s grip.
Dex’s life had been out of his control for years, and for once, he wanted helplessness to be on his terms. He was desperate to give in to fear while someone else held the reins, and it wasn’t death or loss terrifying him.
Those were his real fears. They ruled him, and he hated it.
He wanted to be scared and embrace it. Face the emotion and see what happened.
What if it set him free?
In one swift motion, Luc released Dex and climbed on top of him, straddling his legs and trapping them beneath the covers. “You like seeing this side of me?”
Dex squirmed. “Yes, I do. So much.”
Luc caught his face once more, gripping tight around his chin, and Dex sighed into the contact.
“I can smell your arousal,” Luc purred.
Dex shivered, his eyelids fluttering. Smell him? How humiliating. But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. Dex didn’t want this to stop. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Do what you want. Not what you think you should.” If this was the real Luc, then Dex could be his true self with him. He was so close to asking for what he wanted. So close.
Luc ran his thumb along Dex’s jaw. “I’m trying to figure out who I want to be. I have a host of regrets to break free from, and I refuse to regret anything to do with you. So I’m being careful. That doesn’t mean it isn’t real, or that I’m only doing what I think is expected of me.”
“I believe you. But please, you won’t regret it. Let loose. Show me. You can take care of me like you said, but I…I want this too.”
Understanding dawned on Luc’s face. “You want a demon who scares you, thrills you, and then holds you after?”
“Yes,” Dex moaned. That was exactly what he wanted. Desire coursed through his blood like a raging river, begging to be mapped in vivid detail.
Dex wanted to give himself over to fear while Luc made sure it was okay. And he could. Luc’s care was as real as his desire to possess Dex, and he wouldn’t cross any lines Dex didn’t want him to.
“I want all those things too.” Luc peeled the covers back, exposing Dex’s lap and tented boxer briefs. “I like the idea of letting loose with you. Of you embracing all of me.”
“Yes, I want all of you. That’s exactly it.”
Luc loomed over Dex, pinning him by the jaw to the headboard, and Dex had never been so aware of his body, his vulnerability.
He arched into Luc’s hold. “Feed from me. Show me what it’s like when you hunt someone. When you won’t let them get away.”
Fire danced in Luc’s eyes. “My actual hunting habits are far less exciting. Hypnosis and illusion take away all the fun, but I won’t use any of that on you. You’re dying to feel it all, aren’t you?”
Dex nodded, his breath stuttering.
Luc licked his lips. “Good, because I’m dying to taste you.”
Dex squirmed, ready to take himself in hand and fuck his fist. “Do it.”
“We should probably have a discussion first. You said you had questions, but I don’t feel like talking. I want you, and if you want a thrill, then that’s what I’ll give you.”
“I want it.”
“Good.” Luc released Dex and slunk toward the end of the bed.
Dex’s head spun. Where was he going? Before he could beg Luc not to leave, Luc whipped the covers back, grabbed Dex’s ankles, and yanked him down the bed.
Dex yelped, the sweater riding up and exposing his stomach as he slid along the sheets. In a blink, Luc was on him, eyes glowing red and horns curling out of his hair where there’d been none before.
Luc bared his teeth, and his canines lengthened into sharp fangs. Dex’s stomach flipped. They were so long. No way having those monstrous points burred in his neck wouldn’t hurt. Luc growled, and the deep vibrations sent chills cascading through Dex.
He sucked in harsh breath after breath. When had he begun panting?
“Fuck, your pulse is thundering. Your arousal is so potent.” Luc hummed as if satisfied. “Do you like feeling trapped?”
Dex closed his eyes, hoping to heighten the already intense sensation. “Yes, I—I do.”
Luc’s approving rumble had goosebumps erupting on Dex’s skin. “I love holding down eager prey. Playing with a desperate boy who can’t escape my hold. Will you be my prey, my desperate boy, Dex?”
Dex didn’t even consider holding back. Admitting what he wanted was easy when he knew it turned Luc on, too.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Hold me down. Restrain me. Please.”
Luc’s hands mapped his torso, and he gripped Dex’s hips, pressing him into the mattress. Luc was in control, and Dex didn’t have to worry. It was better than a fantasy. All Dex had to do was let Luc crush him. Hopefully, Luc wouldn’t let go no matter how much he struggled.
The pressure of Luc’s grip increased. “How will I know if it’s too much? If you change your mind?”
Dex opened his eyes. The lack of menace in Luc’s tone jolted him out of the moment. He wasn’t stopping, was he? Dex might die if he did.
“It won’t be too much.”
Luc’s smile stretched into a feral grin made even more chilling by his fangs and burning eyes. “Perfect, but if you say stop, I will. And don’t hesitate to say it. I don’t enjoy forcing myself on anyone. I’ll get off on you enjoying this. On knowing you want it.”
“What if I want to tell you no. To say stop and for you to keep going anyway?” This was a fantasy Dex had never planned to voice, but who better to share it with? Luc wouldn’t judge him for wanting this, wouldn’t tell him it was wrong.
Not when Luc desired to possess all of him.
Luc’s eyes flashed. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll need a safe word.”
Dex’s breath heaved. “Red for stop. Okay? Otherwise, if I tell you no or to let go, keep going.” He wiggled in Luc’s hold.
Luc took the bait, his grip tightening. “Okay, eager little prey. Struggle all you want. You won’t escape unless you safe-word.”
Dex moaned, and Luc chuckled low and full of dark humor.
Dex rolled, grabbing for the edge of the mattress, but Luc pulled him back.
“Where are you going, Dex?”
Dex struggled, unable to form words. The fire in Luc’s eyes flared. Dex pushed against his unmoving chest with both hands, but there was no breaking free from his grip.
Dex gave himself over to the urge to flee, letting it burn through him and take over every one of his reflexes, but Luc didn’t relent, and that was exactly what Dex craved.
“I asked where you were going.”
He sputtered. “N-nowhere.”
“That’s right.” Luc held Dex’s stare, his hand traveling slowly toward Dex’s neck with clear intent to wrap it around his throat.
Dex arched, exposing himself and baring his throat as an uncontrollable shiver overtook him.
Luc accepted the invitation—gaze never straying, so intense there was no doubt he was absorbing every one of Dex’s reactions—and covered his throat with firm fingers, lips curling in satisfaction at Dex’s desperate surrender.
A sound passed Dex’s lips, so obscene that his whole body burned. Luc didn’t squeeze, didn’t actually choke him, but the presence of his hand was impossible to ignore.
Dex wrapped his fingers around Luc’s wrist and pulled with all his strength. “Let go.”
Luc didn’t budge. “No, you’re mine.”
“Uhh.” Electricity shot through Dex, hotter than anything he’d felt before.
He had no choice. No way out. All he could do was feel. Fall into knowing that Luc wanted him so badly, he wouldn’t relent, no matter what. Dex’s cock throbbed in time with his thundering pulse, sensation threatening to overwhelm him completely.
Dex’s legs scrambled for purchase on the bed. He needed friction, but Luc’s hips didn’t connect with his. He hovered, watching Dex with fire in his eyes and satisfaction written all over his face.
“Luc.” Dex bucked his hips against nothing. He’d never been more turned on. Fantasizing was nothing compared to being pinned down by the Devil. “No. Please. You can’t. Let me go. Let me go!” Dex shoved Luc’s chest, scratching at his neck, his arms.
Luc caught both of Dex’s hands in one of his and trapped them against Dex’s sternum, forcing the air from his lungs in a whoosh.
“Why would I let you go? You’re so pretty when you struggle, and it’s all for me. But don’t worry. It’s almost over.” Luc nosed down Dex’s neck and licked from his collarbone to his jaw.
A high-pitched whimper tore from Dex as he shivered with pleasure. He was helpless.
He could make this stop with a word, but that was the last thing he wanted. Luc wouldn’t hurt him. It was safe to be afraid with Luc and give in like he’d imagined.
Luc’s fangs pierced his flesh with a sharp stab, and Dex cried out. His vision blurred and he remained still, whimpering, trembling so hard he was practically vibrating. Luc growled and sealed his lips against Dex’s neck. He sucked, groaning long and low, and pleasure exploded within Dex.
He screamed, struggling against Luc’s hold without conscious thought, the desire to feel utterly possessed taking over.
It was as if his neck had a hidden bundle of nerves, like his prostate. Holy fucking shit. The more Dex struggled, the tighter Luc held him, the harder he sucked, the louder he groaned, and the closer Dex was to coming.
He hadn’t expected it to be like this. “Luc, please.”
Luc released Dex’s trapped hands, his lips leaving Dex’s neck. He pulled his head back, blood smearing his already red lips, and his tongue darted out to lick it.
“Don’t stop,” Dex whimpered. That wasn’t what he meant.
“I’m not. We’re just getting started.” Luc pushed the sweater to Dex’s armpits and yanked his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Luc inspected him, running a hand over Dex’s flaming skin. “Mmm. That’s better. No hiding from me.”
“I want to see you too.” Luc was still fully clothed.
“Too bad. I’m in charge, and I’m not done taking what you’ve offered.” He bent back to Dex’s neck, and Dex automatically turned his head to the side, exposing his throat.
Luc’s fangs sank back in, the bite stinging as pleasure bloomed where they connected. Dex gripped Luc’s shoulders, moaning and bucking his hips, humping the air. If only Luc would drop his weight on top of him, but he stayed hovering out of reach.
Holding back was impossible. Dex must’ve looked like a fool trying to fuck the space between them as he let Luc devour him. A slutty, desperate fool.
Remembering his hands were free, he gripped his cock and stroked without mercy, not caring how dry his palm was. It didn’t matter when everything inside him from his neck to his ass lit up like a neon sign.
One stroke, two, and pleasure zipped down Dex’s spine.
His back arched, and he came, crying out as Luc sucked on his neck with no sign of stopping.
The orgasm went on, cum covering Dex’s hand and stomach.
When it became too much, Dex released his dick, but the sensations didn’t fade as they normally would.
Each pull Luc took sent a shock through Dex like another mini orgasm. Fuck, his body didn’t seem capable of stopping. His insides clenched. Air burned in his lungs as he whimpered. This would break him.
He wanted it to.
At last, Luc withdrew, and the pleasure faded. Dex sobbed in relief, his eyes wet, and sweat coating his body.
Luc licked Dex’s neck in slow, steady strokes, sending an unexpected prickling sensation over his skin. “You taste better than anyone I’ve ever had. I could drink you dry.”
Dex whined. He didn’t hate the threat.
With one final lick, Luc pulled away and rocked back on his heels, peering down at Dex with glowing eyes. Dex’s own lids grew heavy. He sluggishly raised a hand to his neck to see if the wound was still bleeding, and his fingers brushed perfectly smooth skin.
Luc’s gaze fell to the mess on Dex’s stomach. “Seems you wouldn’t mind me drinking you dry, would you, dirty boy?”
Dex’s face burned with hot pleasure and self-consciousness alike. His tongue seemed to have stopped working so he gave a small nod.
Luc’s erection pressed clearly against the front of his slacks, and the evidence that he wasn’t completely unaffected had Dex’s growing embarrassment fading.
“Has this got your attention?” Luc undid his pants and pulled out his cock.
Dex groaned, and Luc wrapped a fist around his length with a smirk. He stroked himself with punishing intensity, and all Dex could do was lie there mesmerized as Luc grunted and came all over him, their release mixing on his clammy skin.
“Fuck.” Luc let go of his cock and dropped forward, nuzzling Dex’s neck with his nose.
Dex’s world was irreversibly altered. He’d never regret it, but this didn’t make anything easier.
What was he supposed to do now?