Chapter Fifteen #3
Usually, he would shy from intimacy, tip his face toward the ceiling and allow his body to be used, his neck and collarbones to be bitten, his ass to be slapped or scratched.
He’d detach from the idea of after . Arrive ready and willing to be dishonest, to give the fleeting gift of right the fuck now but never again .
Usually, Aiden wasn’t with someone he cared about—someone he’d wanted, always.
“C’mere,” Aiden rasped, and clutched Shay’s face again, holding him like a lifeline. He licked Shay’s pointed teeth and raked his fingers through dark hair. Tugged at his shirt and leather belt. Stumbled with him toward the mirror and winced when the vanity knocked into his hip.
Yellow light ribboned around the locked door, casting a subtle glow on the tiles and the shower, the fluffy floormat and their discarded clothes.
Aiden made a surprised noise, soft and boyish, as Shay lifted him onto the counter next to the sink.
His heart galloped. Thoughts ran too fast, turning feral and heated.
He grasped the easy ones: fucking, being fucked, wanting to taste and take, Shay, hands— yes, there —and skin, bare.
Embarrassment kicked, just for a moment, as he perched on the vanity, naked and exposed, waiting for Shay to change his mind.
Someone tried the door and cursed in the hallway. Voices clamored together, warring with music and raucous laughter.
“Ignore it.” Shay latched one hand around Aiden’s throat. The other slid between his legs. Pushed into him, rubbing his sensitive front wall.
Aiden yielded to another hard kiss. Widened his hips, rocked onto Shay’s fingers, and blinked at the ceiling when Shay pulled away to map his torso. Teeth scraped his nipple, lips framed his hipbone, knees hit the floormat.
“Shay,” he said, because he could, because he was awake and Shay was on his knees, fitting his mouth around Aiden’s swollen clit.
He tipped backward and caught the edge of the counter with his palm, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.
He cupped Shay’s skull. Gasped and whimpered and tried to stay quiet.
Maybe the ecstasy made his heart ache and his body tremble.
Maybe it didn’t. Maybe Aiden had forgotten what it felt like to be licked open, fingered slowly, pleasured on purpose.
Or maybe Aiden had been starving and senseless, searching for Shay Bennett in every worthless fuck he’d found, and being with him, finally , felt like hysteria.
Shay gripped Aiden’s thighs and moaned against him, into him, and before he could say stop or wait Aiden spasmed, muscles hot and tight, clenching frantically. He gasped through the aftershocks, rocking against a wanting mouth until Shay pulled away, pressing his lips to Aiden’s inner thigh.
The bathroom became a panting, humid cage, but Aiden wanted to stay there.
Wanted to fuck Shay on the floor and in the shower.
Shay scraped his fangs along supple skin, like four, warm needles.
Aiden quivered, still basking in a post-orgasm haze.
The fangs on his leg came and went as Shay worked a hickey there.
At one point, he paused, resting his teeth around the damp bruise, and Aiden thought about being bitten.
Becoming optimally satisfying in a way Shay exclusively needed.
Fear lingered on his throat, pooling under the freckle-like scars where Shay had bitten him before.
Ecstasy, like a gauzy blindfold, wrapped around each thought.
Euphoria said, do it, let him, give in .
He palmed Shay’s nape and pushed, urging him closer.
Knew what he wanted, what they both refused to ask for. Take it.
“Show me,” Aiden said, breathing hard. He knotted his fingers through Shay’s hair and pushed him closer.
Shay kissed his thigh, breathed, nosed, nuzzled, then bit.
Aiden clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a harsh cry. Ignored the hot sting in his eyes and the throbbing on his thigh, between his legs, deep inside him, as Shay pulled life from him in slow, feverish gulps.
Yeah, he thought, we’re monsters, me and you.
Time fell out from under him. His chest lurched, trapping a feeble sob.
He watched the walls inhale, exhale, and tremble violently.
Closed his eyes and listened to hungry lips on his leg, and didn’t open them again until Shay stood.
Another knock sounded at the door. Shadows crossed the hallway, obscuring the miniscule light.
Aiden stared at his ripe, bloody mouth. Met his black eyes.
Gripped the sink and remembered to breathe.
Shay said nothing, just surged forward and reddened Aiden’s mouth with a fierce kiss.
They fucked twice. Once on the counter, hard and fast and brutal, with his fingernails deep in Shay’s back, muffling raspy moans against his neck, and then in the shower, slower, gentler, with Aiden’s palms on the tile and Shay’s forehead on his shoulder, and the water tinted like a sunset at their feet.