Chapter 17 Dex
DEX
Luc:
Missing you is only the beginning. Can I see you?
Dex:
How about this weekend?
Luc:
Perfect. Let’s go out.
Dex:
Sounds good. Unless you’re hungry again? *blood drop emoji*
Dex lay in bed after a long day at work and a productive session at his pottery studio, staring at his phone like it might disappear if he blinked.
Come on. Why wasn’t Luc replying? Dex’s heart pounded with each passing second.
His message was on read. Luc had seen it. Shouldn’t he be jumping at the chance to feed from him again?
At last, the typing dots appeared, and a message came through.
Luc:
I might be hungry by then. But you will be too. Can I take you out for a meal?
It wasn’t a no. It also betrayed no enthusiasm for what Dex offered. Did he have this all wrong?
A little voice reminded Dex that Luc wanted to give him everything, not just a good time.
Luc wanted to date, not be a booty call, which sounded good on the surface, but Dex didn’t want to find out if he and Luc were fated. Couldn’t he enjoy a few orgasms before they got into a relationship and acknowledged that they were doomed, mates or not?
Besides, he was already going out to dinner this weekend and couldn’t invite Luc to join Onyx, Ollie, and Harper. Maybe Luc could meet him at the club afterward. It would be the perfect place to try out one of his fantasies.
Dex:
I’m going out to dinner with friends on Saturday night. Sorry.
Want to meet me after dinner and buy me breakfast?
Luc:
I can do that. Where should we meet?
Dex:
I’ll be at a club. Why don’t you see if you can hunt me down?
Even typing the words had Dex’s senses on high alert. Goosebumps erupted over his skin, and his breathing shallowed. He almost couldn’t believe he had the guts to ask. Would Luc know he meant it literally?
His phone rang and he jumped, scrambling to answer Luc’s call. “Hello?”
“Dex, are you suggesting I stalk you through a nightclub, capture, and feed on you?”
He swallowed. “Yes. Feed on me…fuck me. Anything goes.” He meant to sound confident, but his voice wavered, his core tightening and cock stirring.
Luc growled, sending a shiver through Dex. “I’d love to hunt you, but there are rules if we’re playing like this.”
“Okay.” Dex would agree to just about anything if Luc would grant him this wish. Anything.
He’d only had a taste of his true desires and needed more.
He was dying to give in to the urge to run from Luc.
To do his best to get away and fail. To fully surrender himself to Luc at a time in his life when everything was so tumultuous.
To feel the fear he hated and couldn’t escape knowing it would be okay in the end because Luc held it all in his hands.
The idea had been stuck in Dex’s head since Luc had mentioned ensnaring him.
What would that be like? A huge, winged man following him through the city, overpowering him, and forcing him to be his plaything. Taking any and all decisions away from him. He wouldn’t have to worry about a damn thing except taking what Luc gave him.
Dex had jerked off imagining it more than once already.
Whatever the rules were, Dex would agree.
Luc’s deep, commanding voice had him captivated. “Rule one: you can’t get drunk. No alcohol or other substances, or we aren’t playing.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll stay one hundred percent sober.” Dex rolled his eyes. What an easy price to pay.
“Two: you need to use your safe word if you change your mind.”
“I know. I will.”
“And…” Luc said with the air of someone who’d been interrupted. “I need to know if you still want me to ignore you when you say no or stop, or if you’d like me to listen this time.”
“Ignore it. I want to be overpowered.” The last word came out soft and breathy, and Dex felt like he was hanging on by a thread, ready to tip over into something amazing.
Luc’s tone matched Dex’s, airy and almost tender. “We can do that, but I’ll need another way of checking in as we play. Since you chose red for stop, you’ll tell me yellow to slow down, and green if you’re good to continue. How does that sound?”
Dex nodded eagerly to the empty room. “I can do that.”
“Good. Now, can we discuss condoms?”
Dex swallowed. “Sure, but I’m not on PrEP.” He didn’t hook up often enough to bother. He’d had sex once all summer, and his dry spell before that had been, well, extended was a kind way to put it.
“If that weren’t an issue, would you be interested in getting fucked raw?” Luc asked as calmly as if they were discussing the weather.
Dex couldn’t find words, his mind suddenly overrun by image after image of Luc breeding him.
Thankfully, Luc didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m immortal. I can’t carry human infections—my magic destroys anything I come in contact with—so there’s no safety reason for protection.”
Dex sat up. “Really?”
Luc’s tone turned unreadable. “You can check with your friends if you don’t believe me.”
“I’m not doubting you. I just didn’t realize being immortal meant you’re immune to everything, but it makes sense. I trust you, Luc. You wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. You don’t lie to me, remember?”
“I remember. Thank you for trusting me,” Luc said softly. “When I fuck you, there can be nothing between us. Unless you prefer otherwise.”
Dex’s core clenched involuntarily. “No condoms, okay? I want it.” Fuck, he sounded desperate. Good thing he didn’t have to pretend to be chill with Luc.
“Okay.” Luc sounded satisfied, once again collected and commanding. “We should go over our limits.”
Dex hesitated, lying back and getting comfortable. “Like what? I’ll use my safe words if I need to.”
“Yes, you will, but I don’t want to put you in that position unnecessarily. Give me an idea of what you want from this hunt and how far you’d like things to go. You enjoy being fed on, but what else?”
Dex’s throat ran dry. He could do this. He could tell Luc anything, no matter how it sounded.
“I…I want to be scared,” he rasped. “I want to run and try to get away, but for you to catch me. I want you to take control and do…anything.” His voice turned soft and far too breathy, eyes falling shut.
“Anything I want?”
Dex’s “yes” sounded like a plea.
“What if I wanted to feed on you in public? What about public sex?”
Dex’s face flamed. “Like with people watching?” Would he be into that? He didn’t know. Maybe. Heat flared in his cheeks, and his gut twisted.
Luc chuckled, but not unkindly. “No. We can’t have humans seeing what I’m going to do to you, and we’d need their consent before getting anyone involved like that.
I meant having sex in a place where only my illusions keep prying eyes and ears away.
Somewhere we’d be discovered if not for magic. You’ll see them. They won’t see you.”
Dex imagined Luc biting him in a club as people danced beside him. Luc slipping his hand into his pants, and… “I’d be into that. Public is fine for biting and, um, sex.”
Luc could have his way with him right under everyone’s nose.
Dex hadn’t ever considered such a thing, but like imagining Luc stalking him, now that he had, he burned for it to happen for real.
What said ‘being at someone else’s mercy’ more than being taken whenever, wherever they wanted, regardless of anything else?
Luc hummed appreciatively. “Can I use an illusion to prevent people from hearing you scream? What about preventing them from seeing you flee before I catch you? It would make it impossible for anyone to intervene.”
Dex bit back a moan. That shouldn’t be hot, or maybe it should. It would let him feel completely out of control, while Luc had the power to shape everything around him. “Yes to all of it.”
“Perfect. Are there any sex acts you don’t enjoy? You said you want me to do anything, but I need a little more from you. I’ll do anything I want, but only within our agreed bounds.”
Dex couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. He’d expected Luc to resist or insist that Dex didn’t want to do this. But he’d accepted Dex and knew exactly how to make this happen.
“Dex…” Luc’s gentle coaxing sent a fresh wave of heat sweeping through his body.
“Sorry. No watersports. Cum, spit, and…um, blood are fine. Blood from your bite, I mean. Not from getting hurt.”
“Playing like this should never injure you, and I’m only interested in bleeding you on my fangs, my dear.”
“Yeah,” Dex breathed. “Me too. Just your fangs.”
“So, biting is okay. No other blood play. Do you like pain?”
Dex shivered. “Yes.”
“Tell me more.”
“Your bite hurt at first, and that made it…better. You can choke me or tie me up. Or gag me.” Now he was just listing things he wanted to try. He closed his eyes, and Luc’s voice seemed to surround him.
“You liked the pain of my bite. What about other pain?”
Dex’s stomach swooped. “I’m not sure.”
“That’s all right. We can leave it at biting. It’s the perfect pain/pleasure touch, or so I’ve heard.”
“Yeah.” Dex stroked his neck involuntarily. It was too bad Luc wasn’t with him now.
“When you say choke you, are you talking about having your breath restricted?”
Dex swallowed. “I want to struggle against you but not actually be restricted, no. So not actually choking. I want your hand on my throat. To feel owned.”
Luc hummed, thoughtful now. “I can do that. You’re so breathless, telling me what you want. Have you done any of this before?”
“No.” Dex braced himself for Luc’s reply, for him to backpedal and say Dex wasn’t ready.
A growl sounded down the phone line. “Would you like me to show you what being hunted and owned is like?”
Dex moaned, palming his erection through his jeans. “Yes, Luc.”
“Don’t worry. I can give you what you need. I promise I’ll scare you just right. Give you the kind of ownership you crave.”
Dex panted into the phone, unbuttoning his pants, and slipped his hand inside.
“Are you hard right now?”
“Mmhmm.”
Luc’s chuckle wound around him, the heat of embarrassment following. Luc probably wasn’t hard from a conversation, but whatever. Dex didn’t hate the squirming in his gut.