Chapter 18
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I feel his presence, rather than hear him enter my workshop.
Angel might be a monster of a man in stature, but he’s refined the art of walking through walls. I suppose that’s what happens when you grow up in the type of environment he did at Lilith House.
Takes one to know one.
Walking on eggshells comes naturally to those of us who are well aware the true demons can lurk within your own blood.
“Ahh, you missed the good part. The bodies have already been buried this evening.” I’m only half joking. They weren’t exactly dead, but it’s a little debatable as to whether they were technically alive, either.
I’m getting ever closer to discovering the truth behind who set up Poe’s capture, to flushing out who stole camera footage taken that night from our computer network. Hawke has cameras everywhere in this place, and his brother’s team is in charge of that side of operations here at Noire House.
At present, they’re finding me suspects and delivering them to my doorstep, and I’m relishing the opportunity to dispose of a few more leeches feasting on the innocent.
Angel hardly seems to notice that I’ve said anything. His face is a mask of carefully concealed emotion.
“Couldn’t help but notice your room was all kinds of empty last night.”
One shoulder lifts.
I don’t fucking care.
“What’s that look?”
He scowls at me, and I have to scrub one hand over my mouth to hide my smirk.
“Ohhh. What did you do, big guy?”
A shake of the head.
Nothing .
“Don’t tell me you played the dark knight swooping in to save the damsel—from her attempt to slit her own wrists on our kitchen floor from the looks of it—and remained the perfect gentleman all night long?”
Heavy brows furrow my way.
Screw you.
“You fuck her?”
That earns me a growl.
“Choked your sweet girl on that giant cock?”
He looks ready to punch me.
“Ah, but you did something … didn’t you?”
His dark eyes flash dangerously, and he crosses the floor in a few powerful strides, getting right in my face.
“Look at you, all frisky tonight.” I let him crowd me, until my shoulders hit the wall. We’ve always known what the other needs, and right now, this man is strung the fuck out over his pretty little obsession.
That’s when it clicks.
“Oh, I get it.” My gaze tracks his. “She’s with him. That’s the thing eating you alive. ”
The creases around his eyes deepen. A hint of vulnerability drifts ever so subtly through his expression.
“You don’t mind having her to yourself, or sharing her, as long as you can see what’s happening, huh?” It’s slotting into place rapidly as I see the desperation painted in vivid streaks of chestnut, lighting his eyes.
“How badly do you want to be balls deep inside her tight little pussy?” I tilt my head. “How insane you must be going right now thinking about him having her all alone in that office. Knowing what she’s wearing and exactly how many other obedient little subs we’ve seen Hawke break in over the years.”
Angel winces as he pictures exactly that. The mental strain of imagining every depraved thing Hawke might very well be inscribing into her flesh right this second is nearly too much.
Branding her soul with his special kind of depravity.
The Callianos are masters of survival within this world, and Hawke excels in his role.
“Do you think he’ll be nothing but a cold and callous asshole? Or do you think he’s been secretly waiting for a chance to get at her again?”
Angel slams a palm against the wall, drawing our chests together. Even though I’m over six foot myself, he’s a good half a head taller than me, and miles broader.
My gentle giant. God knows what our thing is, what to even call it, but it’s a closeness we’ve shared for years. It’s not really fuck buddies. I mean, we fool around plenty, and goddamn, the man knows how to use that equipment he’s packing, but we’re there for each other without question.
I guess between him not speaking, and being in a world like this where trust is hard-won, we’ve never circled it or pinned it as anything.
As I see the pulse hammering in his neck, I know more than anything that Angel is going to lose his shit unless I do something .
More often than not, what I do best is a fine line between goading him into playing my game, or running the risk he’s gonna break my ribs and leave me doubled over, dry heaving with a sucker punch.
“Don’t worry, Hawke knows everything. He already knows all the details of your obsession with her.”
Angel lets out a primal noise, akin to a growl.
Reaching forward, I cup the front of his trousers, feeling the weight of his cock behind the fly.
“Maybe he’s just as hung up on Poe as you are, hmm? Liked her pussy so much, he’s got more than just her initiation in his sights.”
As I squeeze and rub, his dick hardens beneath my palm.
“Did you get a look at what she was wearing? Did she show you what was hiding beneath those clothes?”
I feel his length twitch.
“No, that girl is too sweet for that. She wouldn’t put on a show, but I’ll bet you’ve imagined plenty of details.” Continuing to work him harder through the material, I have to smirk with satisfaction when I see how he’s straining against the confines of his pants now.
“She looks hot as fuck covered in your cum and naked, so I can only imagine how insane you’d go for her pretty little pussy wrapped up in some skimpy little panties.”
I’m not only taunting him, but myself, with the image of that now firmly in my mind’s eye. Reaching for his waistband, I undo his belt, and Angel braces his other palm against the wall beside my head.
“Jesus, it’s been too long since you last let me enjoy this dick.” My voice is raspy as I allow his belt to hang loose, flick his button, and lower the zipper. There’s no way I’m gonna hesitate or draw this out because he’s a man surrounded by suffering, and while I’m stirring him up, it’s all in the hopes of making sure he takes exactly what he needs to settle this inner storm .
Shoving my hand down the front of his briefs, my fist wraps around his fat cock, and a shudder of pleasure roams through me at the feel of him.
“Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere.” I take the opportunity to play a little. Thumbing the head and rubbing that wetness down the velvety smooth skin. “Holy shit, you feel like you’re about to blow already. Those balls of yours must be tight as fuck at just the thought of feeling her wrapped around you.”
His fingers curl against the wall as I run my touch over those piercings bar by bar, and I watch on as his strong jaw clenches.
“How often does Hawke fuck his subs while they’re in training, hmm? I forget if he makes a regular habit of it.”
Angel’s chest rises and falls more rapidly. His dick swells more with each stroke of my fist.
“Or maybe he’ll just bend her over his desk, and that’ll be the only training she needs.”
That does him in.
He slams the heel of his palm against the wall so hard it shudders. Those eyes of his swirl with desperation and rage and unfiltered lust that he needs to quench, but hasn’t been able to.
I shove his briefs down, hooking his waistband low on his toned ass, then slide down the wall until I hit my knees.
“Take it. Take what you need.” As I hold onto the front of his thighs, I look up at him. My mouth is goddamn watering to taste him, and my own dick is painfully hard, but this isn’t about me.
With two fingers, he presses past my waiting lips and sinks deep. Angel prepares me for what’s about to come, even though we’ve played this game together too many times to count.
After a few lingering presses against my tongue, he draws back, and I lick my lips.
“You know I always like getting blow job messy for you.”
The hooded, dangerous expression staring down at me is everything. I wrap my palm around his length, then guide him into my mouth, and I don’t even know if I hear whatever delicious rumbling sound he makes, because my own groan fills my ears in time with him filling my throat.
It’s like a switch flips, and the oh-so-gentle Angel, the guy who, up until a few minutes ago, was locked inside a cage, finally breaks free of his restraint.
He braces himself above me, plants his feet, and fucks my face. I’m in goddamn bliss as the salty tang of him slides over my tongue, and those metal barbells glide back and forth repeatedly. The noises I make with my lips wrapped around him drive Angel even further into that place I want him to go, where he can reach some sort of freedom from all the shadows of the past and present.
I’m leaking all over inside my briefs as Angel’s massive dick jams forward again and again, tapping the back of my throat until I can’t see straight.
All I can do is clutch his muscled thighs and hang on as he starts to shudder. Each thrust grows more erratic, then his cock throbs, heavy and full on my tongue.
His climax surges through him.
Cum spills down my throat.
Swallowing him down, I make sure to keep his focus on this, on this moment right here. As he keeps pumping his hips, I let my tongue lap at him, tracing those piercings in a way I know will leave his toes curling.
Christ, I can think of a thousand ways I want to keep going with this, to say fuck it all and chase some kind of escape for the night. Except, that’s not what tonight is about, and all I can hope is that he’s found a little slice of momentary pleasure. It feels strangely good being able to give that to him and expect nothing in return.
Angel slips himself out of my mouth and then hauls me to my feet. Before I can get my legs under me, he pins my back against the wall, and his lips collide with mine. He kisses me deeply, breathlessly, bringing one hand round the front of my neck. My fists clench in the front of his soft shirt as that kiss turns hard and demanding, with his beard scratching my skin wickedly.
We don’t kiss.
I can’t really remember the last time we did, but right now, this man sinks our mouths together without a moment's need to draw breath.
I scarcely know how long it’s been; as we stay like this, our tongues slide together, and the taste and scent of him overwhelm me in the best kind of way.
When we finally break apart, panting, Angel stares at me with something in his eyes that evolves into an intense longing and need. He might have just spilled cum down my throat, but there’s something inside him that still hasn’t been satisfied.
“Is that me that you’re kissing, or her?” I run my tongue over my lips.
He scrunches his brow. Guilt colors his eyes for the briefest second before he drops our foreheads together with a heavy exhale.
You.
… and her.
“It’s ok. Don’t twist yourself up over this. I’m not gonna be put out that you’re kissing me while also caught up in her, because I get it.”
Angel grunts.
“Did you kiss her?”
A resigned shake of his head.
No.
That small motion is accompanied by him drawing back, a sweep of his dark eyes searching mine .
“You been thinking about how good it was sharing her? I don’t blame you if you have. Because I know I haven't stopped thinking about it.”
His throat bobs, before he nods.
And that’s the entirely fucked up situation we’re in.
We’ve got our instructions, received our orders, and have partially fulfilled our role in this.
Though there’s more left to come with her ongoing initiation, and while we’re not forbidden from reaching out to sample another taste, we both know that it’s not worth the risk.
Or at least, that’s what we should be thinking.