Chapter 46 #4
They kissed as best they could with their fangs in the way, the tension building the longer neither of them moved.
Craving Gabriel’s cock for months when he didn’t have access to it was one thing.
But having it buried inside him, stiff and ready for fucking, yet choosing to wait was a whole other form of abuse.
Nicholas’s cock thumped against their rigid abs, a plea for one of them to do something.
“Do you know what this means?” Gabriel asked, so close their fangs brushed.
“Yes. I know exactly what I’m asking for. What I’m begging for.”
Gabriel was his maker, but feeding from each other simultaneously—with their hearts and minds open—was what forged a blood-bond. It was an intentional act, a choosing, a claiming of one another in the presence of love. It wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
“Are you sure, Habibi?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. It almost broke me when I found out we hadn’t been blood-bonded to begin with. I felt so… lost. For once, I knew what it truly meant to have nothing.”
His words felt insufficient, lacking in depth and degree. Nothing he said would convey the true heartbreak he felt at being untethered from Gabriel. He’d have to prove it to him another way. He’d have to show him.
Nicholas rolled his hips, maintaining eye contact, loving the feel of Gabriel’s claws pulling his ass cheeks apart. A trickle of blood ran down his cleft, the cuts healing as quickly as they were made. Gabriel inhaled the scent of his blood, gaze burning with a rabid intensity.
Nicholas rose onto his knees until only the tip of Gabriel’s cock remained, then took him to the base once again.
Rise.
Lower.
Rise.
Lower.
Harder.
Faster.
Harder.
Faster…
Their kiss was violent, brutal; their handling of each other harsh and bruising. Before long, moans cascaded to whimpers, then growls, and finally roars of passion as they rocked the bed.
They fucked like they were fighting for love, as if their lives depended on it, as if the only other option was dying.
Gabriel was a tight fit, as always, and Nicholas an even tighter squeeze. But it made the sex that much better.
The old, open wounds of the past began stitching themselves together until not even scars remained.
Their skin illuminated the space around them, outshining the candlelight, and Nicholas’s butterflies dove in for a closer look.
Gabriel dragged Nicholas up and down his cock with brutal force, his talons breaking the skin along his hip. Needing something to hold on to, Nicholas dug his claws into Gabriel’s shoulder blades, lines of crimson rolling down his back. Blood and lust scented the air, turning them both feral.
Nicholas shoved Gabriel down, fists punching into the mattress on either side of him as he bucked wildly atop his dick. Gabriel raised his head with a drawn-out hiss, flashing teeth. Nicholas returned his aggression, thrusting uncontrollably, precum squirting from his tip.
“Mine!” Gabriel snarled, leaping off the bed with Nicholas in his arms. He pinned him to the nearest wall, thrusting at a pace that couldn’t be measured.
“Yours,” Nicholas panted, keeping up with the savage fucking, baring his neck.
With a victorious roar that rocked the house, Gabriel reared back, striking the pulsing vein at Nicholas’s throat.
Nicholas cried out, climaxing untouched, clenching around Gabriel’s punishing length. Gabriel held his wrist to Nicholas’s mouth, a demand for him to feed, to initiate the bond.
Without hesitation, Nicholas bit down, eyelids fluttering from the feel of Gabriel’s cum filling his hole. One orgasm rolled into another, the fucking frenzy intensifying as the paintings rattled along the walls.
Something pressed against Nicholas’s mind, a soft nudge, a request for entry. The same call was made to his heart, and he opened himself up in a way he hadn’t before, letting Gabriel in.
Gabriel reciprocated, and Nicholas gasped at the thoughts and images pouring in from their open connection. He latched onto Gabriel’s wrist again, watching scenes from his mate’s life play out, listening to past thoughts, overwhelmed by the influx of Gabriel’s emotions.
This was different from his past dreams, when he saw through the gaze of the beautiful man and his monster.
Nicholas was a fly perched on a wall, watching—and feeling—moments from Gabriel’s life replay.
Nicholas saw himself asleep in this very room, being observed through a gaze of love and adoration. He could feel how torn Gabriel was about the lies he’d told, and about the pain he knew he was inflicting.
He watched himself twitch in his sleep, night after night, as his dreams haunted him. And he listened with a heavy heart as Gabriel held and sang to him. He had a beautiful voice. Soft and gentle. Nurturing.
He watched Gabriel leap roofs, running parallel from high above as he rushed through the streets on his bike or skateboard in the middle of the night. His eyes widened when he witnessed Gabriel landing in the passageway opposite his apartment building.
“It was you,” he panted through blood-stained lips. Even while apart, he’d done his best to keep Nicholas safe.
They continued to feed from one another, continued to fuck like wild beasts. Nicholas closed his eyes on the next scene, but it followed him into the dark.
Gabriel, devastated, inconsolable while waiting for Nicholas to wake from his transformation, not knowing if he would.
He listened to Gabriel talk to him, listened to his promise to join him wherever he was.
Nicholas screamed internally at the thought of him not being in this world, his claws biting into Gabriel’s flank as he jerked from his hard thrusts.