Chapter 28
Gabriel
Nicholas rolled his tongue over the blood trickling down Gabriel’s chest, claws digging into his sides. The sting of pain and pleasure saw Gabriel growling deep in his throat.
They hadn’t been this intimately close in weeks. Nicholas hadn’t had his mouth on him since he’d last satisfied himself on his blood and cock. He’d taken both as though entitled to them, as if he owned all that Gabriel was. Gabriel hadn’t minded one bit.
He’d promised himself he wouldn’t initiate things with Nicholas, but he was a monster, not a saint. If Nicholas demanded his vein, his cock, and his seed, he would gladly hand all three over to him. He’d hand him his life if it were required.
“Nicholas,” he breathed into the wintry room.
Nicholas peered up beneath frost-bitten lashes and blood-wet lips, hunger and desire blotting out all signs of the humanity he so coveted. Something close to a purr rumbled through him as he slid to his knees with the grace of a cat.
Gabriel stood still, hard cock shoving against his zipper, so close to Nicholas’s pointy teeth. He shivered, wanting those fangs inside him, wanting them to extract blood and seed.
Nicholas raked a clawed hand down Gabriel’s chest, welts forming over the ridges of his abdomen before smoothing away.
He vibrated with the loss of his control, fighting to hold on when what he really wanted was to let go.
Gabriel could feel it. Could feel how much Nicholas wanted to rip him apart, to have all of him.
He grabbed hold of Gabriel’s waistband, right above the front placket, tearing it away completely.
Gabriel’s cock stood erect and slick, tip flared, balls dark and heavy.
Nicholas wrapped a cool hand around his veiny shaft, causing Gabriel’s thighs to flex in anticipation. Nicholas inched forward, eyes closed, pricking the taut flesh at Gabriel’s cockhead before licking away the bead of blood.
He released an untamed sound, a desperate, famished whimper, before circling his tongue around the flared edge. Gabriel’s skin shot sunlight into the space, turning winter to summer as Nicholas attacked his erogenous zone once more.
For the second time, Gabriel found himself careening backward, slamming into the rear wall. His spine cracked, his body embedded into the plaster, and the ground seemed so far away.
Nicholas panted on the other side of the room, his gathered hair breaking free as the coils turned into shards of ice. He fisted his T-shirt, tearing it away with a snarl before doing the same to his sweats.
He looked monstrous, markings slithering like snakes along his limbs, piercing sapphire eyes blinding. Puddles of melted ice froze with every confident step he took toward Gabriel, his demeanor exuding arrogance. He’d never been more appealing.
Gabriel waited with trapped, open arms to accept whatever Nicholas had planned.
He could’ve broken free, but there was something about being stuck, about being Nicholas’s target, his victim, that enticed him.
Precum leaked from Nicholas’s cockhead, lubrication dripping down his inner thighs.
Gabriel’s body readied itself as well, the proof of it running down his slightly curved shaft.
Nicholas was all predator, uncivilized, no hint of man. And for the first time ever, Gabriel was the one being hunted, he was the prey.
He’d always been a dominant force of nature, but he’d gone against his inclinations since the transition, allowing Nicholas to set the pace, to lead. Beneath Nicholas’s rough handling of him, he became the submissive he never knew he could be—or enjoy.
“For the right person, you too will be a lamb.”
Nicholas gazed up at Gabriel with a starved expression, a ravenous beast staring down his meal. He ran his tongue over his teeth and stroked his cock, then proceeded to climb the wall.
He punched holes into the plaster, using them as hand and footholds as he went. Gabriel salivated as his little spider drew closer and closer.
Nicholas hovered in front of him, so close their cocks touched, so close that Gabriel could count his lashes.
Fire and ice warred as the ceiling rained, drops of water turning to icicles mid-air.
“What do you want?” Gabriel whispered, fangs making it a challenge to speak.
Nicholas angled his head, licking his lips, something reptilian about the movement.
“Your blood.”
He bit down on Gabriel’s neck before he could properly bare it, taking long, hard drags of blood. Gabriel felt the pull all the way to his balls, and he moaned in rhapsody after the initial gnash of teeth.
Nicholas thrust against Gabriel’s hard length as he fed, both of them leaking self-lube. He pulled back, grunting, straining to do so, the veins in his neck bulging as he rolled his hips.
“Your cock.” His voice was drenched in blood.
“Take it. Take everything,” Gabriel panted.
“I wasn’t asking for permission.”
He tore them away from the wall, twisting so that Gabriel landed on his back, and he landed astride him.
“Don’t. Move.” He pinned Gabriel to the ground by his throat, reaching back to line his cock up with his hole. Nicholas shuddered as he took Gabriel inside him without patience, roaring toward the ceiling.
He moved with wild abandon, using Gabriel for his pleasure, fucking him like he was good for nothing else.
There were no hard feelings on Gabriel’s part. Nicholas’s actions were instinctual. Being a young vampire made him impulsive, but this was what it meant to be massas dimae—to hand power over to their primal selves.
He rained down on Gabriel with the force of a hurricane, gazed at him with the coldness of a winter storm. He was reckless, unstoppable. He was magnificent.
Gabriel dug his talons into the mat, resisting the urge to participate as Nicholas fucked himself on his cock.
It was a tight fit; it felt as if his hole was strangling Gabriel, sucking the life out of him.
But Nicholas repeatedly rose to his knees until only the very tip remained before slamming back down.
Nicholas’s creamy brown dick slapped against his rigid stomach, soaking his abs with precum as he rode Gabriel’s cock without mercy.
Sweat trailed down Gabriel’s brows as he watched the beautiful God above him steal his pleasure, his own pleasure no less present. His spine tingled as a storm gathered there, making its way to his balls, drawing them up tightly. When Gabriel finally came, it would be a great flood.
Drawing his lips away from his teeth, Nicholas clawed a deep gash into Gabriel’s chest.
“Fuck!” Gabriel cried out as Nicholas suckled from the healing wound.
“Mine,” he snarled above Gabriel’s face, the blue of his eyes bleeding into the whites.
“Yes,” Gabriel breathed, pretending Nicholas meant it, reveling in being claimed by him.
His body jerked while Nicholas fucked him harder, faster, slicing and licking up his spoils.
He was self-assurance and violence, love and hatred all rolled into one. He was uncaring, unyielding, unapologetic, and all animal.
Nicholas clenched around Gabriel’s length, his snug hole tempting his orgasm, begging it to breach the surface.
Gabriel bared his teeth, claws scraping against the ground as Nicholas held his cock and body hostage. He felt shackled, overtaken, and caged, and he never wanted to be set free.
Needing to touch him, dying with the need to, Gabriel disobeyed a direct order. He trailed a talon along the underside of Nicholas’s cock, feeling the resulting tremor vibrate down his dick.
An ear-splitting hiss was Gabriel’s only warning before Nicholas reared back and struck his jugular.
Gabriel bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, his climax barreling from somewhere deep within his wretched soul.
Hot cum erupted inside Nicholas, an igniting heat that would leave every corner it reached marked, branded.
He thrusted into him feverishly, trying to reach his heart, his soul…
Trying to reach every pain-filled part of him.
Nicholas was a ravenous beast. Teeth still embedded in Gabriel’s throat as he met him thrust for powerful thrust, feasting on his cum and blood, draining the well dry without a care for what that would mean.
His head snapped back, drops of crimson spilling past his chin as he came untouched, his cum shooting between them like fireworks, the thick ropes of slush sizzling as it made contact with Gabriel’s skin.
Eyes wild and ass greedy, he bounced up and down long after they’d finished, nailing himself onto Gabriel’s cock repeatedly. Gabriel’s cum leaked from his hole, his own cum running down his neck and chest.
“More!” Nicholas shouted like a demon. “Blood!”
Gabriel’s cock had already hardened again, more than capable of meeting Nicholas’s demands.
“Is this what you want?” he asked in a low tone. “Is this all you want?”
The shallow pool of water beneath Gabriel’s back hardened, causing them to slide with each violent thrust. His skin pulsed gold, a wave of heat rippling outward, turning the room damp and muggy.
Gabriel wanted to kiss Nicholas’s blood-stained lips, wanted their tongues to touch and melt against one another, wanted to taste the feelings Nicholas tried his damndest to fight. He couldn’t, though. Yet another line he wouldn’t cross, another boundary Nicholas would have to be the one to break.
But Gabriel had to do something to fight off the temptation, so he pulled Nicholas off him, situating him on his hands and knees.
He’d been about to shove into him, but paused at the sight of the cum covering his tailbone and ass cheeks.
The sticky mess of it dripped from his hole and clung to his inner thighs. There was so much of it.
“Get inside me!” Nicholas barked over his shoulder, reaching down with a clawed hand to jerk his own dick. “Now.”
“I need to taste you first.”
It may be the only chance that I get.
Whatever foul thing Nicholas was about to say died on his lips the moment Gabriel’s tongue slipped inside of him.
Gabriel squeezed his ass cheeks, peeling them apart as he alternated between tongue fucking him and soaking up the salty wetness riding his cleft.