Chapter 24
Scotty
He dove down, pushing my legs back and eating at my ass like it was his favorite snack. I’d never noticed before, but his tongue had to be longer with his vampiric nature coming through because it felt like he was licking straight to my heart as he lapped at my prostate.
“I’m going to get you so nice and wet for me,” he promised.
Clutching at his hair, I gave in to the sensations.
It was hot as fuck, definitely the hottest experience of my life, and we’d just gotten started, but it was special, too.
The way he gently, carefully trailed the pads of his fingers across my skin.
It would be so easy for him to get lost, but he was still mindful of me, treating me like I was precious.
Becoming his anchor and being forced to spend time with him—no, I’d been gifted the ability to continue spending time with him, I admitted to myself.
I hadn’t been coming here just out of a fascination with vampires, but because, in his loss, his grief, I’d finally gotten over myself enough to see his humanity.
And Ego’s humanity was sweet and selfless. He touched people with his music, even now that it was darker, grittier. As Ego The Popstar, he’d used words like a shield to protect himself. I saw it now; how it was his armor.
But as Dead Air, his lyrics were his truth. They reflected the pain he carried inside. Not just from his attack, but the trauma he’d kept hidden in his heart before. Now he shared it liberally, honestly, and it was impacting not only me, but people all over the world.
After one long lick, he peered up at me. “Is this okay?”
Panting, I said, “You better not stop.”
He gave me that sexy smirk that I used to find so irritating, but now found endearing. I liked him like this. I maybe even loved him like this, as long as it was all for me.
“I haven’t even gotten started,” he growled before swallowing me whole, letting my dick bump into the back of his throat.
He swallowed over and over, convulsing his muscles around my dick, and my back came off the mattress.
I’d come at this rate if he didn’t knock it off.
But good god, I hoped he didn’t stop. I never wanted him to stop.
Tugging on his soft hair, I squeaked out, “I might come.”
He pulled off immediately. “Can’t have that.”
His gaze moved to my inner thigh, and I saw his thoughts swirling in his head. I saw the confusion, the worry, but most importantly, I saw hunger.
Trailing a finger in tiny circles over the area he was focusing on, I teased, “You know you want it.”
He flicked a quick glance up to meet my eyes. “What if I hurt you?”
I shook my head on the pillow, smiling at him softly. “You won’t. You’d never purposely hurt me. You only want me to feel good, so I know it will.”
He licked his lips, then slowly lowered his mouth toward my leg. As he drew closer, his mouth opened, and his fangs twinkled at me, like they were saying, Here I am, and I’m coming for you.
Then the beast consumed him, and he dove, sinking those long, sharp teeth into my flesh. I felt a momentary second of pain before he swallowed, and pleasure consumed me. With each pull of my blood, sparks of joy convulsed through me, like a never-ending flow of ecstasy.
He took one last deep swallow, and my body practically levitated as my cock shot ribbons of cum. “Ego,” I called out, as he sealed the bite mark.
Clutching my knees, he licked the dark red liquid—my actual blood—off his lips as he watched my release consume me.
As soon as my body stilled, he leaned forward, licking me clean, getting every last drop, before swallowing my softening cock into his mouth, gently at first as I twitched from overstimulation, then again and again, harder and faster, until I was so hard for him, I thought I might cry.
Moving up my body, he captured my mouth, letting me taste my cum and the coppery essence of my blood on his tongue. “Are you ready?” he whispered against my lips.
Then he plunged his cock into my hole, making me buck.
It hurt so good after his prep work, and I gasped into his mouth as he devoured me.
His hips pistoned faster than anything I’d ever experienced with that vampiric strength, so I clutched my arms around his neck, holding on for the ride until he erupted, filling me with his overflow, and my body responded in kind with another release.
I slumped into the mattress, letting it envelope me as my body cooled. Ego sat back on his bent legs, running his fingertips down my thighs as my breathing returned to normal. Once I could breathe again, I whispered, “Hi.”
He smiled down at me so sweetly. “Let me clean you up.” Then he very carefully licked up my release from my stomach and groin, then moved down, and using his tongue, lapped up all that he’d left behind.
By the time he was done, my spent dick gave a half-hearted twitch, but he’d wrung me dry. “Come here.” I held out my arms to him.
He snuggled in, becoming pliant in my arms. “Was that okay?”
His hesitant tone broke my heart. How long had he lived in his state of uncertainty, seeking reassurance that I was starting to think he wasn’t used to receiving?
“There aren’t words. If you work me over like that again, I might drop dead.”
He huffed, tightening the arm he’d draped over my waist. “That’s the last thing I want.” We both lay quietly for a while, soaking up the aftermath of extreme bliss when he said, “I won’t let that beast hurt you.”
At first, I thought he was talking about himself, but then I realized he meant his attacker. “I know. I trust you to protect me.” And I’d do my damndest to protect him, too. And what I couldn’t do, I knew that Sky and the rest of our found family would pick up the slack.
“You know something else he said that really bothered me, besides saying he’d come here and take care of you?”
I kissed the top of his head, so pissed that the monster that had already irrevocably changed his life was hurting him once again. “What?”
“He told me his other children wanted to meet me.”
“What?” I pulled back to look at his face. “He’s made more of you?”
Ego huffed. “Apparently.”
“Wow, why didn’t you tell me and Lysandro that earlier?”
He shrugged against me. “Because I was hurt, I guess. Like he turned others and had them there with him, but he just abandoned me on my own. I’m so sick of being abandoned by parental figures, Scotty.”
My heart skipped a beat at that. Stevie and I hadn’t had the best parents, but we’d felt their love in the best way they knew how to give.
It had been a gut-punch when they died, and even worse when Stevie was murdered, but I saw now that I didn’t really know what true abandonment felt like.
The people who were supposed to love me had, and they’d left me by no fault of their own.
Ego nuzzled into me. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not, but I keep thinking, what if I hadn’t already known the paranormal was real?
It was pure chance that I knew about Lysandro’s existence.
We’d run into him on the boardwalk during my last visit, or I would’ve never known.
I probably wouldn’t have even come back to Willowhope.
” He blew out his lips, making a pfft sound.
“Hell, none of that would’ve even mattered if Delaney wasn’t a fae. ”
“Delaney’s a what?!” I yelled, sitting up and dumping him on the mattress.
He stared up at me, startled, then he chuckled.
Short little bursts at first, until he was full-belly laughing and rolling around.
As curious as I was about his parents, Delaney, and every other little thing from his past, I knew we needed the reprieve.
A moment of cleansing laughter to help us prepare to face the night ahead, so I gave in to it, and we rolled on the bed like a couple of little kids, and played the night away.
“I know you’re scared to do this,” I told Ego as we stepped outside of the castle, “but I know you can.”
He took a deep breath, soaking up all the scents surrounding his property and the small town beyond. “Wow.”
“Smell good?” I asked.
He grabbed my hand and smiled down at me. “It smells like you. It smells like home.”
I blinked back the stupid emotion his words brought.
Now was not the time to deep dive into what was going on between us.
There’d be plenty of time for that after this nuisance was eliminated.
Turning to the driveway, I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Oh crap, I thought Lysandro would’ve had someone from the manor bring me a car. ”
Ego’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “What in the world do we need a car for?”
“Listen, I know you don’t want to go, but we have to. I’ll just call Chance and ask him to pick us up.”
My phone was halfway out of my pocket when Ego picked me up bridal-style. “How would you like to go for a run?”
We were almost to the manor before I even realized we were moving. I buried my face in Ego’s shirt as the wind and bugs whipped into my face. Before I could ask him to slow down, he skidded to a stop in the driveway of the manor. “Here we are.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “That was awesome, but a little warning next time, please.”
He gave me a saucy wink. Then headed for the stairs. Tapping his shoulder, I glared at him. “Put me down. I want to walk in on my own two feet.”
He wrinkled his nose, but set me down just as the large doors opened, revealing a small woman I’d never seen before. “Delaney,” Ego yelled, striding past me and sweeping her up into his arms. “What are you doing here?”
She squeezed him tightly, then stepped back. “I came to sign my newest client.”
I felt Ego’s disappointment in my chest, and I rubbed at it. That was new, but I didn’t have time to fixate on it now. I knew that he’d told her to go ahead and replace him as her star client, but I also knew now how much that request had cost him.
I slipped my hand in his in a comforting grip. He looked down at me, then cleared his throat. “Good. I’m happy for you.”
She looked completely exasperated as she shoved him playfully. “It’s you, you idiot. If you thought I’d let you sign Dead Air with someone else, you’ve got another think coming.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, but I smiled. After Ego, and my brother of course, Delaney had just become my next favorite person. “Hi, I’m Scotty. His anchor,” I said, stepping past Ego and holding out my hand.
Her gaze ran up and down my body before a slow smile brightened her lovely face. “More than his anchor. You’re the guy who worked here that he couldn’t stop going and on about before the mishap.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Ego waving his hands around for her to stop talking, but she ignored him, and I blew him a kiss and turned back to her. “That would be me.” Then I linked my arm with hers and pulled her back inside. “So you’re telling me the mishap put me in second place?”
She patted my hand. “I’m pretty sure you stole it right back.”
Behind me, I heard Ego whisper, “I’m in so much trouble.”
Since Lysandro had insinuated everyone would be here, I went into the family room.
It shouldn’t have been a shock to find the blowup mattress in the center of the floor—again—like it had been for Sky and King the one time, sheets on the couch, or to see candles burning brightly around the room, with everyone from the previous night assembled.
For some reason, it was, though. Like the lengths that our chosen family was willing to go to on Ego’s behalf hadn’t hit me until now. “We don’t have any guests?” I blurted, like that was the most important thing happening right now.
“Actually, there are,” Chance said, coming over and hugging me. “But Delaney hooked us up with a little fae magic.”
I turned to her. “What’s that mean?”
“I put all the guests in a deep slumber. They won’t hear any of us moving around down here.”
“And we’re going to seal this room off for today,” Jetty said. “That way, Ego can sleep without fear.”
“The windows,” I said, gasping and looking over to the big bay windows, expecting to find the white shimmery curtains, but they’d been replaced with heavy drapes.
“Black-out curtains,” Jetty said. “I put them up myself, so they’ll stay in place until we take them down.”
“Oh, good.”
Stevie appeared at my side. “Don’t worry, little brother. They’ve gone to great lengths to make sure you’ll both be okay.” He leaned in and kissed the side of my head, materializing enough that I felt it. That meant more to me than I could express.
Ego swallowed audibly behind me, so I moved back next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist. “So, is anyone going to tell us what’s going on now?”