Chapter 17
Seventeen
Hunter
“What are you talking about?”
For the first time since Hunter was injured, anger flared in Nathan’s glare. Hunter had missed it. It stoked the fires of his beast, bringing out his inner predator.
“I won’t let you go, priest.” As he said the words, Hunter’s chest vibrated with the certainty of them. “There is nowhere you can run. Both Heaven and Hell have decreed that you are mine. You think a few old men in Rome get to stand in the way of that? Bullshit.”
Nathan jumped up from the bed with a sound of frustration. “Haven’t you been listening to anything I've said? I’m a priest. I can’t—”
“So you’re a priest. Who cares?” Hunter couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.
“Priests have done whatever the fuck they wanted for time immemorial. I knew a priest in the 1800s who ran a legal brothel that was a front for the Underground Railroad. Look at your Father McDonagh. He hasn’t thought twice before gathering magical power built on the literal obliteration of souls. ”
“M-maybe he doesn’t understand what he’s gotten involved with.” Nathan’s voice shook with his crumbling certainty.
“Mmm. Maybe. Not that it matters.”
Nathan paced, his feet brushing against the Victorian carpet underneath. “Just because other people’s vows don’t matter, doesn’t mean I’ll break mine. You’re a demon, for fuck’s sake. And a man. That can’t be okay.”
Spinning around on the bed, Hunter stood and stepped toward Nathan, who froze as he approached. Hunter could smell the fear and indecision on the man. It was delicious. He didn’t touch the priest, not yet, but he got close, close enough to feel Nathan’s breath on his skin.
“Do you think gay people are evil?”
Nathan stared at him as if answering the question was some kind of trap. Hell, maybe it was.
“No.”
“Do you think the First really cares if you break your vow?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Self-doubt was written across Nathan’s countenance. Hunter stepped in even closer, their lips less than an inch apart.
“You don’t need to stop being a priest,” Hunter whispered. “You don’t have to flagellate yourself. You can just declare, right now, what we both already know. You belong to me.”
“I…” Nathan turned his head away as he trailed off. Hunter reveled in the arousal and need pouring off the man. Honestly, it was impressive that Nathan had held out as long as he had.
Hunter reached up, gripping the man’s chin in his hand and wrenching it back to him, holding his gaze like a vise.
“Say it.”
“I belong to you.” The words were barely audible, but they held the promise of millennia in them. This man would be his. His gift, his reward. His to treasure and to use. His prey, caught and ready to be devoured.
It was Nathan who pressed their lips together, surprising Hunter with his sudden eagerness. Gone was the conflicted priest. In his place was the willing sacrifice, and it was time to consecrate the man’s body to his worship.
At the kiss, any lingering weakness in Hunter’s body was gone. In one swift motion, he gathered Nathan’s ass in his two hands and lifted. Instinctively, Nathan wrapped his legs around Hunter’s waist.
Good. His priest knew his place.
Hunter plunged his tongue into Nathan’s mouth, tasting once again the sweetness of pomegranates. The priest hummed at his intrusion, spurring him on. There was no gentleness here. Hunter was claiming his property, and nothing would stand in his way.
Nathan whimpered when Hunter broke the kiss and tossed him onto the bed.
“Are you a virgin, my little priest?”
A blush flowered on Nathan’s cheeks, and he nodded, saying nothing.
“Good.”
Grasping his legs with a solid grip, Hunter flipped the priest onto his stomach, then pulled his pants and underpants off in one swift motion, exposing Nathan’s beautiful ass to the air. It was firm, with a layer of fine brown hair covering it.
It was a feast ready to be consumed.
“What are you doing?”
The emotions packed into that question were delectable: desire and fear and wonder all at once.
“I’m about to destroy you, my priest.”
With that, Hunter’s hands found that perfect ass, kneading the firm bounciness as Nathan groaned. Lowering his head, he spread those untouched cheeks, exposing the beautiful pink pucker. It called out to him, demanding to be consumed.
Hunter blew lightly across it, and the muscles in Nathan’s ass seized up, accompanied by a strangled cry.
“Wha…how?” Nathan’s hands reached back, searching for Hunter, trying to push him away, but he would have none of it. Grabbing Nathan’s wrists, Hunter pushed his arms into the mattress, locking them in place as he sent another stream of air across Nathan’s opening.
“I-I don’t know if I can…it’s so much.”
God, this man was perfect. He counted himself lucky to be the first—and only—to induct Nathan into the world of pleasure that awaited him. Letting out a deep laugh, Hunter bent closer and flicked the tip of his tongue against Nathan’s waiting entrance.
“Holy fuck!” No longer trying to escape, Nathan pushed his ass back toward Hunter’s tongue, and Hunter dug in.
His priest was a delicious banquet, his ass tasting of sweat and musk. Hunter never wanted this to end.
Evidently, neither did Nathan, who was moaning and shaking, letting out a string of desperate epithets.
“Fuck, Hunter, how are you doing that? Your tongue is fucking amazing. Oh, shit shit shit…”
Hunter was fucking him with his tongue, taking his time and delving deeper with each thrust. As he did, he slid his hand up beneath Nathan’s pelvis and wrapped his hand around the man’s dripping cock.
“Oh, God, I don’t know how much more I can take.” Nathan was squirming now, and Hunter was reveling in the whimpers and moans escaping his mate’s mouth.
But he could push him further.
With a quick twist of his magic, he shifted only his tongue into his hellhound form. One of its great advantages was just how much control he had. The appendage lengthened and thickened, spreading Nathan’s hole open even further as the tip went even deeper.
Nathan let out a yelp, followed by a desperate sob, at the change in sensation. Not giving his lover an inch, Hunter stroked Nathan’s cock as he fucked him with his supernatural tongue.
“Fuck, Hunter, I’m going to come. Right now. Right now!”
The delectable sweet and salty scent of Nathan’s release hit Hunter’s nose as the man wailed, his body wracked with tremors. Hunter removed his tongue just in time to see Nathan’s back arch as the cum poured out of him.
“You are so beautiful, my human.” Hunter ran his fingers down the smooth back of the still trembling priest. “You are the picture of temptation, and I’ll never deny myself.”
Reaching over to the nearby end table, Hunter opened a drawer and brought out a small bottle of clear lube. Uncapping it, he drizzled it on Nathan’s hole like maple syrup on a pancake. The man gasped as the cold liquid hit his skin.
“Hunter? What…”
“Oh, we’re just getting started, sweet thing.” Reaching down, he pressed a finger into Nathan’s entrance. Although he’d done a good job of opening the man up with his shifted tongue, Hunter wanted the priest’s first time to be as mind-blowing as possible. He wouldn’t hurt his human.
“Fuuuuck…Oh, shit, that feels—”
Nathan lost control of his words, turning unintelligible as Hunter ran his finger across the man’s prostate. Having the priest at his mercy was better than any other pleasure, better than torturing any evil human. His cock ached in his pants as he took Nathan apart.
“Good, human. We found the spot for you, huh?”
“I’ve never, I don’t—”
“I know, my priest.” Hunter slowly slid his finger in and out of Nathan’s opening. “You never have. And you never will. Not with anyone but me.”
Nathan groaned and backed up against Hunter’s finger, which he took as a good sign, adding a second.
“Why does this feel so fucking good?” Nathan yelled the words into the mattress as he ground his face into the sheets.
“Because you were made for me, human.” As he fucked the man with his fingers, he bent down and bit into Nathan’s perfect ass cheek, eliciting a gasp. The sounds this human made were absolute perfection.
“I need…please…”
“I know,” Hunter said, pressing a third finger against Nathan’s hole as he squirmed. “We’re almost there. This one should be enough.”
Shocking him, Nathan growled and pushed back, easily enveloping the digit.
“Get the fuck inside of me, demon.”
Hunter couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Nathan was his now. Body, mind, and soul. “For a priest, you do enjoy the carnal delights.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Reaching down, Hunter encircled the cock he’d been ignoring. It was slick with precum, and it throbbed as he lined up the head with Nathan’s entrance.
At the slightest push, Nathan’s ass sucked him in like quicksand, and before Hunter knew it, he was buried to the hilt. The sensations were amazing, like being enveloped in warm silk, and Nathan clenched around him, locking his cock in a tight embrace.
“Hold on,” Nathan whispered, taking several low breaths. Hunter looked down at him, waiting as his mate acclimated to the stretch.
“Tell me when you’re ready, my human.”
It was only a few seconds later that the grip increased around his dick, and Nathan pushed his ass back once more, as if he was trying to take him in further, despite already being flush with Hunter’s pubic bone.
“Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck me hard. Make me feel it. If I’m going to break my vows, you better make it worth it.”
The words were like the firing of a starter pistol. Hunter drove into the priest with powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back down.
“Yes. Yes, fuck, don’t you stop.”
Nathan unbound was a true pleasure, and he needn’t have worried.
Hunter wouldn’t stop, not before he’d wrung every ounce of ecstasy from his priest. As his pace quickened, soon Nathan was no longer speaking recognizable words.
Instead, a litany of grunts and moans poured forth from him, ever louder and more desperate.
Which was when Hunter stopped.
“What are you doing?!” Nathan cried out, instinctively fucking himself on Hunter’s cock to keep moving.
“I want to see your face, my human. I want to see you as you come apart.”
Hunter crawled further up on the bed and flipped over onto his back, grabbing his cock and angling it up.
The fire that sprang up in Nathan’s eyes was a beacon in the dark. The human scrambled, not a trace of self-consciousness showing as he straddled Hunter and lowered himself on the hellhound’s huge member.
Nathan hissed as he once again took Hunter inside himself, then immediately got to work. The sight was incredible to behold. The priest was naked, his toned body covered in sun-kissed skin and fine brown hair, his own cock standing at attention and bouncing along with him.
“You put on a good show, pretty human.”
Hunter didn’t get a response other than a broken moan as Nathan brought himself down, quickening his pace as if chasing an unfathomable prize. A rhythm section of slaps played out as Nathan’s ass came down against Hunter’s muscular thighs.
“Please please please please,” Nathan muttered as he fucked himself on Hunter’s cock. The sound of it was too much for Hunter. His balls tingled and tightened as he approached his climax.
Luckily, Nathan was right there with him. The priest let out a wail louder than an ambulance’s siren and came once more, covering Hunter’s chest with ropes of cum, before collapsing down on top of him.
With that, Hunter was a goner, roaring as he came, flooding his insides of his human with cum. He wrapped his arms around Nathan as his orgasm continued, imprisoning the priest in his arms as Hunter’s nose pressed into Nathan’s neck.
Which was right there.
The perfect place for his mating mark. It sang to him, the bond, not yet solidified but filled with possibility.
Would Nathan be mad? Maybe. But this was their inevitable future. And once the bond was there, once his human could sense how thoroughly he belonged to him, there would be little use resisting it.
But it was more than that. Once he’d claimed Nathan, the priest would be so much harder to kill. He’d take on some of Hunter’s abilities. And Hunter could always find him. Nathan could call out to him if he were in trouble.
No user of forbidden magic could injure his mate, not if he’d been claimed. Hunter would be there in an instant, ready to tear the asshole to pieces.
Hell, never mind a Forbidden One, once they were mated Nathan could survive a car crash. He wouldn’t get heart disease. He would be Hunter’s, staying forever by his side.
And Hunter wanted it. More than he wanted anything in his whole life. He wanted this human to belong to him.
So he reared back, allowing his teeth to shift into the fangs of his hellhound, and bit down.