Chapter 14
Boaz
The next day, Boaz couldn’t stop thinking about it. And he couldn’t stop feeling the lingering burn in his asshole. A reminder of what he’d done.
It was embarrassing. Especially with Hansel throwing him glances every few seconds, like he was trying to piece something together.
Boaz kept his head down and focused on the task in front of him. Folding boxes. The drying room was small, the air thick with the scent of tea leaves. Boaz inhaled deeply, and released a slow breath, the earthy scent calming him.
“Are you okay?” Hansel asked after what felt like the hundredth glance. “You’ve been strangely quiet today.”
“I’m always quiet.”
“Yes,” Hansel said unconvinced. “But today you’re extra quiet.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied him. “Is it because of Lyla… and the vampire?”
“No. “I’m just…” Boaz trailed off. He wasn’t ready to say it. This was new to him. He’d uncovered something about himself he hadn’t even known existed. “Thinking, I guess,” he finished finally.
“About what?”
“Things, Hansel,” Boaz said. He moved away, stepping toward the packing table.
He measured out tea leaves and poured them into bags. Behind him, he could feel Hansel’s gaze lingering. Boaz ignored it.
“Okay,” Hansel said after a moment. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I was just worried about you, that’s all.”
“Don’t be.”
Before Hansel could say anything, his phone rang. He stepped away to answer it, moving toward the folding table as he spoke in low tones.
A few minutes later, Hansel returned, already putting together another order.
“We’ve got another delivery,” he said. “Can you take it into town?”
“Yeah, sure,” Boaz said, already stepping in to help.
They worked side by side, folding boxes, weighing out tea leaves, sealing each order. When they were done, Boaz tucked the order under his arm and headed out to his truck without another word.
The drive into town passed in a blur. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, but his mind drifted. He barely noticed the familiar streets, the small shops with their quaint, hand-painted signs that always made him smile.
He dropped off the order at the delivery service, exchanged a few brief words, and left just as quickly.
He should have gone straight back home. Instead, he wandered aimlessly around town.
And that was when he saw it.
A small store tucked at the edge of town. The Haven Adult Toy Store.
The name was painted neatly across the glass, and in the window sat a collection of sex toys. Rows of them in different shapes and colors.
Boaz slowed as a cock-shaped toy caught his eye.
He found himself stepping closer without thinking, as if drawn in by something he couldn’t quite explain. And before he could question it, he was already reaching for the door. The bell above it jingled softly as he pushed it open and stepped inside.
The store was larger than it had seemed from the outside. Shelves lined every wall, filled with an assortment of toys. At the back, a heavy black curtain hung from ceiling to floor, concealing whatever lay beyond.
A throat clearing broke the silence. Boaz turned toward it, startled.
He hadn’t even realized someone else was in the store.
Behind the counter stood a young man, smiling faintly before stepping around it to approach him. He was smaller than Boaz, his head barely reaching his shoulder, but there was something relaxing about his presence.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t see you there,” Boaz said sheepishly.
“It’s fine,” the man replied easily. “I’m London. May I help you make a selection?”
“Uh…”
Boaz turned away, suddenly overwhelmed, his gaze flicking over the shelves without really seeing anything. He didn’t even know why he’d come in here.
But deep down, he did.
It was that damn finger in his ass. He was intrigued.
“It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” London said with an easy smile.
“I…”
“I know,” London continued as if Boaz hadn’t spoken. He stepped to the nearest shelf, looking up at the toys. “There are so many.”
“Yes,” Boaz said, relaxing a little as he looked around him.
“Is the toy for yourself?” he asked.
Boaz froze.
“Not to worry. I’ve got you,” London said, moving to another shelf. “We have fleshlights, cock rings, and dolls.” He pointed at each toy as he walked down the line. Boaz’s gaze skipped to the very end where they had the cock-shaped toys.
“I’ll take that one,” he said, lifting his hand and pointing to a soft purple one. It was slim, almost delicate in shape. Something he could handle.
London paused for a second, his eyes widening just slightly, the flicker of surprise hard to miss, but he recovered quickly. The expression smoothed from his face, replaced by a professional smile.
“Good choice,” he said, as he carefully picked up the box. Then he turned toward the opposite wall. “You’re going to need lube, enema bulb…” London added, already reaching for more items and stacking them neatly on his arm.
Boaz blinked, watching him. He had no idea what any of it was for, or if he actually needed any of it. But he was too embarrassed to say anything.
London moved behind the counter and began ringing everything up.
Boaz paid without a word and was out the door in seconds, the bell jingling loudly behind him.
His grip tightened around the plain paper bag London had handed him as he lengthened his strides, instinctively putting distance between himself and the store.
“Boaz!”
He looked up and a few paces away was Manlius, waving to him in greeting.
Shit.
Boaz adjusted his hold on the bag as he approached, grateful that London had packed everything into a plain bag. Being curious about his sexuality was one thing, having everyone know about it was another.
“I was about to call you,” Manlius said as they met.
“Oh yeah? Everything alright?” Boaz asked.
“I don’t know.” Manlius frowned, concern etching into his features. “Brett asked for more blood.”
Boaz stilled slightly. “More?”
“Yeah,” Manlius said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you let Alexander know when you see him? I thought he’d come by to ask about his test results, but he hasn’t shown up.”
“Okay. I will.”
Manlius nodded, already turning to leave.
“Did he say why he needs more?”
Manlius paused, glancing back at him, the worry still there. “No. But I’m sure he’s running multiple tests. That kind of thing usually requires more samples.”
That made sense.
Boaz nodded slowly. “I’ll let him know if he shows up.”
Manlius nodded and continued down the walkway, disappearing into the flow of people.
Boaz watched him go, a faint knot of guilt tightening in his chest.
He knew very well that the vampire was coming tonight. And yet, he said nothing.
Maybe he wasn’t ready for anyone to know what was happening between them. Though, there was nothing to be ashamed of. He was only feeding the vampire. Nothing more.
Once Alexander’s body adjusted to being awake again, this would all come to an end. It would fade away like a bad dream.
At least… that’s what he told himself.
Boaz turned and headed back to his truck, the paper bag crinkling softly in his grip.
By the time he stepped inside into his cabin night had settled over the land. Boaz shut the door behind him and slid the lock into place with a soft click. Though Hansel rarely came by unannounced. Still… tonight needed privacy.
Boaz walked to the bed and dumped the contents of the bag onto it. The boxes bounced lightly against the mattress, knocking into each other. A bottle of lube tumbled over the edge, hitting the floor with a loud bang that echoed in the small space.
He cursed under his breath and bent down to pick it up.
The moment he straightened, Alexander was there.
Standing in the middle of the cabin. Watching him.
“Fuck!” Boaz sucked in a breath, his heart slamming hard against his ribs as he clutched the bottle to his chest. “Don’t you know how to knock like a normal person?”
“No,” Alexander replied simply, his eyes narrowing as he studied him.
Fuck.
Without thinking, he lunged for the bed, grabbing the paper bag and shoving everything back inside. He dropped to his knees and pushed it under the bed, hiding it out of sight before turning back around.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said forcefully.
A faint smile tugged at the vampire’s lips. “Hello to you too.”
“Do you want to eat or not?” Boaz asked curtly.
He unbuttoned his shirt with stiff fingers and pulled the fabric aside, hissing softly as the cool air inside the cabin washed over his bare skin. The chill only made him more aware of himself—of his hammering heart, of the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Alexander didn’t answer. He just stared.
The silence stretched between them, turning the small cabin suffocating.
Then he stepped closer. The tension coiled tighter.
“Yes,” Alexander said at last. “I want to eat. I’m starving.”
His fangs grazed the side of Boaz’s neck, not piercing—just tracing the skin there. Boaz jerked.
Don’t fucking get hard.
He squeezed his eyes shut, teeth grinding together, willing it to be over. But Alexander took his time. Breathing him in, hovering too close.
When Alexander’s lips brushed his skin and his fangs finally pressed in, a jolt shot through Boaz, and he grew hard in second.
He shut his mind off. Well, he tried to and failed. He could feel everything and hear everything.
Alexander let out a low moan against his skin, as though he hadn’t tasted blood in weeks. Each pull of his mouth sent a rush through Boaz’s veins. His pulse thundered in his ears. His entire body throbbed.
“Are you done yet?” Boaz forced out and grabbed Alexander’s shoulders. He paused as if he wasn’t sure what to do next. Push him way or pull him close. Before he could decide, Alexander had already pulled back. And he didn’t look happy.
“You were fine with this before,” Alexander said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “So, what’s changed?”
Boaz didn’t answer.
Alexander tilted his head slightly, studying him. “We can go back, you know. To how it was before. When I compelled you. I don’t want to do this either. And it feels a hell of a lot worse when you act like I’m carrying some kind of plague.”
“No,” he said quickly. “We’re not going back.”
“Are you sure?”
Boaz nodded. Going back wasn’t an option.
It was worse. He didn’t have control of himself when he was under Alexander’s compulsion.
All he felt was need. And Alexander knew exactly how to pull it out of him.
It was a miracle he’d lasted this long without completely losing control and jumping the vampire.
“I’m sure,” he said.
“Okay,” Alexander replied after a beat, his expression unreadable. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Boaz gave a small nod.
“Oh, wait,” he added suddenly as he remembered his conversation with Manlius. “Manlius was looking for you. He said Brett needs more blood. You should go see him.”
“Okay,” Alexander said, then disappeared.
The room felt strangely quiet without him.
Boaz stood where he was, his gaze fixed on the empty space Alexander had been, as if he expected him to reappear at any moment.
When he was sure Alexander wasn’t coming back, he pulled off his clothes. He let them fall carelessly to the floor as he walked to the bed and reached under it for the paper bag.
Desire burned a path through his body, his cock thickening to half-mast at the thought of using the items in the bag. He bounced on his heels as he hurriedly dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed once more.
He set the cock shaped toy aside since it needed to be charged and focused on the lube and butt plugs. The butt plugs ranged from the smallest to the biggest.
He set them aside where he could easily reach them, then lay down on the bed, breathing slowly as he ran his right hand down his body. His nipples hardened instantly. He ran his fingers over the left one, then right before his hands went lower to his throbbing cock.
Why did this feel so good?
He let go of his cock and reached for the lube. He popped the lid and he squirted a tiny amount on his fingers and set the bottle aside. Taking a deep breath, Boaz reached between his cheeks, rubbing his lube coated fingers on his hole.
“Cold,” he hissed, but he didn’t move his hand away. He kept going, smoothing his fingers over his hole gently, barely touching it. “Ahh,” he moaned, biting into his bottom lip.
It felt so good.
Slowly, gently, he pushed his finger inside, and with the lube it sank in easily.
“Oh fuck.” He arched off the bed.
He pushed his finger deeper, and before long he was fucking himself. He rolled his hips steadily to meet every thrust. His finger sinking deeper and deeper. His cock jerked on his stomach, precum dripping from the slit. He was almost there; he could feel it.
He moved his hand faster and faster, chasing the pleasure he could feel winding inside off. His finger touched something deep inside and he jerked, his eyes going wide as he froze.
For a second nothing happened. And then... something exploded inside him. He gasped for air, his lungs burning like they were on fire. His body shook as cum shot out of his cock in an arc to hit his chest.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he pulled his finger out of his hole and turned to his side. His eyes immediately fell on the butt plugs, eagerly.