Chapter 12Kane
Chapter 12
KANE
I can’t believe I’ve found myself on the outside.
Walking toward the Terranea athletic center, I find my train of thought a little ironic. Here I am, walking outdoors, on my way to distract myself with a workout.
I shouldn’t be here. On campus, that is. I should be home, taking a swim with Harbor, admiring her voluptuous body in a bikini. Unfortunately, yesterday happened.
I guess I’m still in shock, because I don’t know what to think about what she told me. As we drove home together, she seemed nervous, so I thought I’d help put her mind at ease. When she told me she’d slept with Talon, I was unnerved, but I already had worked it out with him that we’d both pursue her. But when she revealed that they bonded…. I know it’s out of their control, all caused by the stars. I was blindsided, though. She wouldn’t have chosen that purposefully because she knew I’d been interested in her.
I’ve tried to take things slower. Yeah, I can’t resist her body, but I only want her to touch my body if she truly wants me. I couldn’t survive if this woman made me believe she wanted to love me, but only wanted sex.
Yeah, I’m fucked up. Losing a parent at a young age made me concerned that people who loved me would leave me. I’ve held people at arm’s length for so long, and just as I finally find someone I think I could truly love, I find out she is mated to someone else.
I can’t explain the agony. I was so confused and hurt that I left her on the doorsteps as I ran. It was like her words drilled holes into my heart, and all my love bled out. I had just begun to consider my life with her in it, and then she was ripped away, tearing a piece from my heart. The agony from the wound inside me drove me crazy all day Saturday. I stayed in my room except for the family dinner. Doing my best to act normal, I didn’t speak a word unless spoken to. Immediately upon finishing my meal, I went downstairs, changed clothes, and then escaped to the beach below.
I knew the water would be cold, but I didn’t fucking care. The cold temperature would be nothing compared to what I felt inside. Pain, raw and visceral, echoed throughout my chest, and when I ran into the ocean, the ache on my skin was actually a relief.
Opening the door to the athletic center, I trudge inside, finding the nearest mat to begin my stretches to warm up for the weights. As I begin to stretch my back, my mind wanders back to that night. After I dragged my shivering body from the ocean, I quickly dressed and ran up the stairs of the cliff to warm my body.
By the time I got back, I knew it was late, but I couldn’t sleep. Something in my soul itched with unease, unable to let me settle. After I showered, I tried. I climbed into bed, tossing and turning for an hour, before I got up and walked outside onto my balcony.
Looking across the night sky, I peered up at the stars, wondering what they have in store for me, if Kaia–no, Harbor–isn’t mine. As if my eyes couldn’t help it, they swept over to her balcony several feet away in the cliff side. I considered what she did tonight, after the awkward dinner. My mind shifted to the thought of her in bed, asleep; I knew exactly what I wanted.
Spinning around, I rushed back inside and climbed into bed. I allowed my incubus free, and my powers guided me to my target. Almost instantly, I found myself walking in a dream-like version of campus, with her and Talon walking in the distance ahead of me. She must have already been imagining me, as I didn’t have to interrupt her current dream.
When she glanced back at me, I found longing shining through her bright eyes before they shifted past me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the asshole Silas about twenty paces behind me. The glower on his face was unnerving, but I couldn’t tell if it was hatred or jealousy. I knew it was the second, for me, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
After enduring what I could, I pulled myself back. Rolling over, I gazed out the door to the balcony that I left open before I fell into a fitful sleep.
Moving over to the cable machines, I can’t help but think about leaving the house this morning. I was still hurt when I woke up. It was late, almost lunch, and I didn’t know if I could endure a drive home with her in the car, in such close proximity, and everything changed. I decided to grab lunch to go, packed up, and headed back to campus.
Now, I’m here, ripping down my muscles and rebuilding them, using the pain of the exertion to distract myself. Fuck , this isn’t how I wanted to spend the day.
On my second set of oblique curls, the door pushes open, revealing my rival in the entry, backlit by the sunslight outside. I continue to focus on my exercises, training as I normally do, but the burn of his eyes sweeps over me and I smirk. I only work harder, showing off my impressive shoulders, thick arms, trim waist, and tight ass and thighs.
As I continue to twist and pull the cables, I watch out of the corner of my eye as Silas storms over to the treadmill. I can't help but chuckle as fury radiates off of him as he begins his warm-up. Is he pissed he found me here when he thought he'd have a solo workout?
After this set, I spin around, giving him my ass to watch as I work on my other side. I can almost hear his teeth clenching as my muscles tighten and release, sweat dripping down my back as I stretch and pull. This lasts about three more minutes before I hear him huff. Glancing over my shoulder, I see his eyes laser-focused on my ass and thighs just as a wave of lust nearly knocks me over.
I finish the set before I slowly release the cables and stretch my back. I bend all the way over, and fuck if the lust doesn't double. As I stand up, a chuckle bubbles up from my chest as I walk over and grab a towel to wipe my face.
“What the fuck is so funny?” The growl from across the room catches my attention, and I look back at Silas to see him straddling the treadmill.
“I can see right through you, man, without even using my eyes,” I say, a smirk stretching across my lips as I lift my water bottle for a drink. When he slams the button on the treadmill, my eyes widen as he jumps off and stalks over to me.
“What the fuck does that mean, Ambrose?” A full laugh erupts from my throat as he bows up in defense. The poor baby feels like I'm picking on him.
“It means I can feel the lust you have for me rolling off you in waves.”
The glare in his eyes burns through me, embarrassment fueling the fiery gaze. My words spark something, a decision to rush me, backing me into a private studio room and cornering me. “What do you know? How the fuck do you just assume that the lust from me is for you?”
His challenge spurs something inside of me, basically calling me out on my assumption. “What the fuck else should I think, Oramar?” I spin him around, slamming the door shut and shoving him against it.
“You walked in here with a blank expression. An even mood. Then you saw me and got pissed. Then I think you eyed my body, wondering what it would feel like inside you, and you couldn't help but want me. That makes you angry, doesn't it? You want me, but you want to deny it, too.” I move forward, slowly crowding him as my voice lowers. “You want me. Admit it to yourself, and give in. Stop fighting it.”
“I-I don't know what you're talking about,” he stammers, unable to hold his composure.
“Ah, you do want me inside of you, don't you? Or are you considering what it might be like to suck my cock?” Just the mental image has my bulge growing in my pants.
Silas stares at me, mouth agape at my crass words, as another wave of lust rolls through me. I don't care what it takes; I know what I want, and with him hanging on my every word, I know he wants me, too.
“Think you’re so big and bad, don't you? You don't know how good it can be to bottom. Fuck, I remember what it was like to get on my knees for you.” He visibly swallows as my dirty words seem to continue to throw his confidence off balance. “Are you curious? Have you ever taken anything in your ass?”
“No-no,” he says, his voice wavering. “Your, uh, finger was the only thing.” Fuck me, that admission has me fully hard.
“Ah, and you liked that, if I remember correctly.” His eyes turn away at my insinuation. Oh, yes, he did. Fuck.
I lean in, pressing my body against his in order to whisper into his ear. As I do so, though, my length brushes up against his. Fuck, he's hard, too. Do I force the situation? Temptation burns through my veins like lava, but I let it consume me, proceeding to push with the power of his lust feeding me.
“Get on your knees, Oramar. It's time you know what my dick feels like on your tongue.”
His eyes drop, hooded with desire, as his body slides down the firm surface of the door. Sliding my gym shorts down my hips, I reach in, pulling out my throbbing dick. Fuck, his lust is pulsating out of his chest, and I'm aching to feel how warm his mouth is. Pumping once, I grip my base and hold it to his lips.
“Do it.” I raise my brows in a challenge, knowing he won't back down. Watching, waiting, he licks his lips as he eyes my length. He doesn't seem afraid to do it; he only appears wary of the new experience. “Take my dick into your mouth. You know what you like to feel, and I've shown you twice what it's like to get your dick sucked by a man. It's no different. Do it before I have to make you.”
He glances up at me, hesitating once more, so I reach out with my other hand and grab a fistful of his hair that I use to bring him close. I lean down, determined to convince him, and take his lips in mine before standing and wiping the bead of pre-cum that has appeared at my tip across his lips. When he subconsciously licks the moisture and tastes my flavor on his lips, he groans before reaching up and grabbing my hip with one hand and my cock with the other. He leans in, licking up the underside of my length, and I brace myself against the door as my head falls back.
“Fuck, Silas,” I pant, “you have a sinful tongue.” He chuckles nervously before taking me fully into his hot, wet mouth. Fuck me, he's actually sucking my dick. And he seems to enjoy it, because his enthusiasm has skyrocketed. He bobs on my cock, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth, and his brows furrowed in concentration. I–I can't do this. I need to show him what a bottom feels like. What the freedom in accepting pleasure from a dick feels like.
I grip his hair, pulling him off my dick with a pop from his suction. “Well done, but I'm not letting you finish me with your mouth. Not today. Today, we are pushing your boundaries, so get the fuck up.” I take a step back, allowing him a slight amount of space to move. Once on his feet, I spin him around, shoving his body against the door once more.
“I'm going to fuck your ass. I'll make sure you're ready, and by the time I'm done, you will be begging for more.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. I chuckle as I shove his shorts over his cheeks and grip one of his hips as I lean back to admire. Gods damned, he's got a juicy ass. I run my hand up his back, and when I reach his neck, I grip the back of it.
“Show me,” I murmur, and something within him complies. He's not normally this agreeable, so I wonder if it was that taste of me he received. It would make sense, and I'm not arguing against it. As he takes a half step back, showing me his ass, I push down on his neck to bend him over. Fuck, this view of him is so fucking sexy. I contemplate just how I want to take him, and when it comes to me, I grin.
“I'm about to make you feel so good. I don't expect you to trust me, but you're going to have to.” A grunt escapes him when I smack his ass. I gather my saliva in my mouth and spit into my hand. Being an incubus, my saliva has pleasing qualities, one being lubrication. Another, as Silas soon realizes, is a stimulation effect, triggering the pleasure sensors under the skin.
Stepping forward, I grind my dick up and down between his cheeks as I reach around him and take his heavy length in my hand. “You want this, don't you?” I say each word as I languidly pump my hand around his hard cock. “You can't wait until I blow your mind.”
“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. This shouldn't be real,” he gasps. He's so into this that he grinds his ass back, and fuck, I can't wait to know what he feels like; I'm going to drag this out, though, in case the serotonins wear off, and he decides he doesn't want any more of me in the future.
The thought of the possibility of that outrages my incubus, driving that part of me to emerge. I shift, my wings and tail sprouting from my back and expanding outward into the room as my horns erupt from the top of my head. My restraint is almost at its limit now, and I decide to hurry things along. Releasing his cock from my grip, I swing my prehensile tail around, wrapping it around his dick and proceeding to pump slowly.
I spit again, this time onto his ass, and I use my fingers to drag the moisture down. The shiver that runs down his back has me smiling, but I don't stop. Instead, I gently use the tip of my middle finger to trace the ring of taut muscle. Once he acclimates to my touch, I thrust my finger inside. His clench is expected, and I allow him a moment to reconcile the sensations.
“You like this?” I murmur in his ear. “You're doing so well for me.” He clenches again, but I can't tell if that's a positive or negative response, so I just keep going. He hasn't said stop, so I decide to insert another finger. “Fuck, you are so tight.” I spit on my fingers, using more saliva to lube his hole.
As I work on stretching him, he begins to shift around. As if he's uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?” I ask, only to make sure that I'm not hurting him. If I want a second chance at this ass, as well as to claim I can truly blow his mind, then I need to take precautions.
“I'm-I'm okay,” he stutters. “It's a lot, that's all. I'm getting so close to coming from just you touching me.”
“Ah, I'll take care of you, Hot Shot. Don't you worry. Hang on, though. I'm about to take you to the next level.” Removing my fingers and grabbing hold of my dick, I tease his entrance with my tip. His breath hitches as I use my tail to pump him faster, bringing him closer to the edge. As soon as he begins to curse, I release him, his cock bouncing in the air with no relief.
“Fucking hells, Ambrose,” he grunts. “Fuck me already, would you?”
“Ah,” I say with a laugh, “only if you beg me to.” I notch my dick at his entrance and push in slightly, ready for his word.
“Please.” He mutters the word, begrudgingly, so I use my tail to trace that vein that I know runs down his length. “Please! Fuck me, Kane. Please fuck me.” Ah, goosebumps from the satisfaction I feel from him begging for my cock appear over my arms as I press forward. My thrusts are gentle, and he slowly stretches to accommodate my dick.
“You're so fucking tight and fit me so well, Oramar.” My rough words spill from my lips as I sink all the way into where my hips meet his luscious ass.
“Fuck. Move.” The grunt from Silas spurs something inside of me that is born of his desperation. A visceral response grows from him longing for me and begging me for pleasure when I'm balls-deep in his ass. I withdraw, grabbing his throat and pulling him upright.
“You can't get enough of me, can you? You love the feeling of my dick inside you, and now you're freely begging me to fuck you. I'm fucking living for this, you know? The feeling of you sucking me off and bending over so I can fuck your ass is a feeling that I can't describe. You feel so fucking good. I know you feel it, too. You can't get enough of me, can you?”
“Fuck,” he gasps as he grabs at my arm. “Fuck, no, I can't. Fuck me. Do it!”
I can't hold back anymore. I lean back slightly, spitting on my cock once more because when I let loose, he'll need the lubrication. When I pull him against my chest, the aroma of his lust overpowers me. My teeth, ones I rarely use, descend and my mouth waters. I can't help it anymore; this man is driving me mad with hunger.
I sink my teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, my venom releasing and flowing into his veins. Silas gasps and shudders against me, groaning as the effects of my venom make his cock even harder. It races through his body, priming him for feeding me with every drop of lust he can produce. As I nuzzle into his neck, drinking deeply from him and savoring the rich dark chocolate flavor of his lust, I slide my dick back inside of him. Only this time, I'm not gentle.
I thrust, rocking our bodies into the door, causing it to buck against the frame. Still drinking from him, I can feel his pulse through the blood that glides across my tongue. I savor the sweetness of his lust, but then I get a shot of excitement and anticipation. It has a tangy-sweet flavor that complements my craving, like tart raspberries. I moan, wanting nothing more than to keep drinking, but if I expect him to keep up with me, I have to stop.
As I pull away from his neck, I pull us back a little. “Put your hands up and brace for me, Hot Shot. You're going to want me to go hard and fast, and I want to get you off, too.” My words ghost across his cheek, and he bites his lip as he does what I say. The rush of power flows through me, freshly fed, as I begin to fuck his tight hole. Thrusting into a rhythm, I swing my tail around, eager to bring him back to the edge with me.
“Tell me,” I say, gripping his throatas I work his ass at a feverish pace. I wrap my tail back around. This time, I utilize it to create a twisting action, drawing out every noise I can from his pretty-boy mouth. “Tell me you want me to come inside you. To paint your insides, so you know you belong to me. That I'll always own your first time like this.” Silas flounders for words, barely able to hold us up as I piston my hips into his. He gasps, his mouth moving, but no words come out.
“You feel so fucking good. You want to take my ass, too. Don’t you? You want to pay me back? Want to make me your bitch and assert your power over me?” I release his throat and grip his shoulder instead, needing to steady myself. “Well, guess what? I want that too. I want to feel you pounding into my ass, taking your pleasure from me. I want you to fuck me, too, Silas.”
It seems my dirty words trigger his orgasm, because as I feel him stiffen beneath me, I speed up my tail and help him explode. Feeling his muscles tighten throws me into my free fall over the edge, and I groan as I empty myself inside his ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kane! What is going on?!” Silas clenches once more, reacting to my release as it sends him into another orgasm and prolonging my own. As we both come down from our highs, I lean over, my forehead resting against him.
“I’ve never experienced anything like this, and I’m not sure if I like it,” he whispers.
I carefully withdraw from his tight ass, laughing as I bend down to grab both of our shorts and tossing Silas his to redress.
“You keep coming back for more of me, though, don’t you? You can't get enough, now that you've had a taste. And don't forget,” I say, slipping on my shorts and leaning in close, “next time, you get to take my ass.” Smirking, I pat his cheek before opening the door and walking out.