18. Rurik
EIGHTEEN
RURIK
He had to know the entire time, right? He doesn’t really think someone magically beat him to the book in the last few hours?
Betrayal shines in his eyes, and if I experienced empathy, I might feel bad.
I pull it out of my back pocket and hold it up.
He reaches for it, but I don’t hand it over. “Give me the fucking book.”
“Are you going to forgive me for missing our little rowing session this morning?”
“No.”
“It wasn’t on purpose!”
“No.”
I overly emphasize putting it back in my pocket.
He stalks towards me. “Hand. It. Over.”
“Ask nicely.”
Am I pushing my luck?
Maybe.
Okay, yes.
But I’m not letting one mistake ruin the beautiful thing we have blooming between us.
“You are preventing me from the puzzle.”
“There’s no rule that says I can’t.” I mean, would Locke be happy? Probably not, but I’m pretty sure I’m not breaking any bylaws.
“Do you know how infuriating you are?”
“Yes, I have been told, but I’m also great at sucking dick, so you win some, you lose some.”
“I don’t want you to suck my dick.”
“Are you sure about that?” I shouldn’t enjoy fighting with him as much as I do.
“I just want the fucking book.”
“I can’t just give it to you.”
“Why the fuck not?” He growls, frustration bleeding off of him.
“Because there has to be some exchange.”
“You stalk me, take the book I need, and play games with me. What else would you like me to give you?!” Ash crosses his arms like he needs something between us.
“Are you seriously asking, because I have some ideas...”
“You are fucking infuriating.”
“Is that a yes or a no…?” I can’t help the smile starting to form on my mouth.
“It’s a no.”
“So where are we with the forgiveness?” I think I’m wearing him down.
“Are you going to apologize for stalking me?”
“No, I can’t do that.”
“Why in the hell not?” A vein throbs in his forehead, and unfortunately it’s really cute.
“Because I’m not sorry, and I’m not going to stop.”
“I could get the police involved.” He’s so precious when he threatens me. Too bad he doesn’t understand I’d have to feel fear for that to work. I definitely won’t be telling him that.
“How do you think that would go over with Legacy?”
Ash groans in frustration, balling his hands into fists. “What is with this game with you? Do you really just get off on messing with people?”
“Actually no. You’re a unique case, and I’m as perplexed as you are. But at least we get to explore it and learn together.”
He does look a little like his head is going to explode, and maybe I’ve taken it a skosh too far.
“Help me help you,” I say in a soft, coaxing voice, like I’m dealing with a wild animal.
“You can only help me by giving me the damn book.” He holds out his hand again.
“And I will, baby…but maybe we should take this to your room, and I can help you relax while you look at the clues.”
“Are you seriously trying to get in my pants right now?”
“Is it working?” I take a step back, holding the book as a lure.
“Fine.” He gestures for me to lead the way, and while I know this is a trap, I’m turned on, so I’m going with it.
“This is a trap, isn’t it?”
Ash hesitates.
“I’m down if it is. Surprises are like little treats.”
“Is everything a game to you?” Ash glances around, acting overly paranoid.
“I like to see the bright side of everything.”
“Not everything has a bright side.” Ash is careful when he words things.
“Even shit that is bad in the moment brought me right here, and I like myself and where I’m at, so what do I have to be mad about?” I shoot finger guns at him. “Counterpoint.”
“I don’t think that works for everything,” Ash says quietly, but it might be the most honest he’s ever been with me. And now I have a direction to dig to see who needs a come-to-Jesus introduction with my Glock.
My chest warms. “Who do I have to kill?”
His gaze flickers over to me, but he turns away quickly. Bingo. I’m right, but he doesn’t want to tell me. “No one. I’m speaking in theory.”
He stops where he did the last time we were in the library, glancing over his shoulder at his building. “I don’t know who’s there. It’s the middle of the day, and I have bodyguards.”
The trap. He always planned on making me leave.
“Okay.”
He holds out his hand for the book.
I shake my head and then nod at his room. “Open the window.”
He sets his jaw, studying me for a long moment. “Fine. But this is not an open invitation.”
“I’m not a vampire. I don’t need one.” I make my way to his room my normal way, and am waiting on the sill when he enters.
He doesn’t open the window right away, instead going through his usual routine of hanging up his bag and taking off his shoes.
But I’m patient.
Finally, he comes over, unlatching the lock before sliding the window open. “That is far too easy for you.”
“Practice.” I shrug and climb down into his room for the first time with permission. It’s kinda wild since I’ve been here A LOT.
“Now hand it over.” He stands in front of me.
I push a finger into his chest. “Yes, I’d love to have a seat. Thank you.”
His jaw flexes, and he lets me walk him back to the little sitting area with two chairs. He sits, and I get the book out of my pocket and hand it over. “I’m not going to be good company.”
“Sure you are, baby boy.” I want to pat his head and take a bite out of him. He’s too sweet. I can’t stand it.
“I’m not a baby boy.”
“To me you are.” I don’t sit, walking around his room in the light to drink in the differences.
“What is with you and these pet names?”
“It’s the only way to express how I feel about you. Obviously.” I glance over my shoulder, wanting to know how bothered he is about me poking through his stuff.
His gaze flicks over me. “I shouldn’t make you feel these things.”
“In your opinion. I have lots of feelings, and you can’t stop them.” I wink, knowing how it drives him nuts.
“What are you feeling right now?” He can’t say he’s not interested.
“You’re three apples tall to me right now, and I want a bite.” I snap my teeth.
“What does that even mean?”
I wave it off, grinning and devouring him with my gaze.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me.” He shifts, trying to focus on the book, but he can’t.
“But I do want to eat you.”
“That is not normal.”
“I think it is, and I think you’ll like it.” I drop my gaze to his cock, believing I see him getting a little bit hard.
“No one wants to be consumed.”
“Fine, deny your love for my drive-by vore. You might not like the idea of fully being eaten, but I’m sure you’ll like your dick in the back of my throat.”
“I don’t know if I’ll like it.” Ash shifts, avoiding eye contact again.
I grin. I’m in his brain. “Are you turned on, sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” I stalk towards him, hunting my “straight” boy.
“Because this is not a relat—anything and when you use those—terms of endearment, I believe you think it is.”
I ignore it because we don’t need labels yet, and I want his cock in my mouth, so I’m not about to give into those arguments and get away from my goal. I push between his knees, standing over him. “You didn’t answer my question?”
He swallows. “What question?”
“Are you getting hard?” I put my hands on the arms of the chair and lean over him. “Because I think you’re getting hard and you can’t blame it on stimulation.”
Fear widens his eyes, but there is lust there too. He drags his teeth over his lip, then parts them to speak, but no words come out.
“Tell me.” I brush my nose over his, going slow so I don’t spook him.
He shakes his head.
I grab his hair, jerking his head back so I can devour his mouth. He gives over to the kiss, and I push my knee into his groin, shifting my weight there as I straddle one of his thighs. “Are you going to tell me no?”
I kiss down his neck, biting and sucking and feeling his dick hardening against my knee.
He gasps and hesitates, head dropping back, giving me free access to his neck. “—I have to figure out the cipher.”
“Then do it.” I work open the buttons on his shirt, hungry and needing to get at his chest. I have not seen enough of him naked, and it’s a crime.
“You will have to move if I am to accomplish it.” His delicate fingers slide around the back of my neck, and I moan into his skin.
He makes my blood ignite with the simplest of touches. I need to fucking study what he does to me because it’s not normal. I’ve never been so in the moment and in my body and out of my head as when his hands are on me.
He’s endless peace and pleasure, and I just want more.
“Why? I’m not getting out of the way. Let me play while you work.” No way I’m stopping. Not while he’s being so—docile—yes, that’s the best word to describe him right now, and I won’t waste it.
I bite his pec as soon as it’s exposed, earning one of his tiny groans.
“I can’t focus with you doing that…”
“Why not?” I peek up at him as I flick my tongue over his nipple.
He sucks in a breath, pushing his chest towards my mouth. “Rurik…”
“Because it feels good?”
He whimpers but gives a little nod. “Against my will.”
“I’ll take it.” I lick his abs and follow the cut of his hip, working his belt open. “I’ve been imagining your cock down my throat since you let me touch you.”
“Liar.” His grip on my hair tightens.
“I’m not lying. Every single time I jack off.” It’s not entirely the truth. More often I’m thinking of burying my cock inside him, but I’m sure he’s not ready to hear that.
“I’m sure there are plenty of other people to occupy your mind.” His hips buck as I get his pants open and wrap my fingers around his erection, straining against his briefs. He’s almost busting out the top of the fabric, and my mouth waters.
I stop, cocking my head as I look at him. “There isn’t room for anyone else where you exist.” And the words are truer than I realized before I said them. I haven’t thought about anyone else since meeting him.
I’ve been solely focused on my conquest, and a taste wasn’t enough. I’m not sure how much of him it would take to sate my need, but I don’t think it will be one blow job either.
Thankfully, he doesn’t openly reject my words and send me into a diatribe about my obsession with him.
So I give over all my focus to his cock as I expose it. I didn’t get the best look at it in the library, and it’s so fucking gorgeous up close and personal. It has a slight curve up, and is already leaking for me. I swirl my tongue around his head, needing another taste.
He bucks again, knees falling further open. It’s the most unguarded I’ve ever seen him, and all for me. I understand the implication, and fuck, it makes me even harder.
“Desperate to get into my mouth, huh?” I push my lips over his head, not giving him a chance to reply.
“Rurik!” Tension bleeds out of him, every clenched muscle that was on the defense melting back into the chair as he gives in to me.
It’s a fucking beautiful sight to witness Ash finally opening up. I take more of him into my mouth while grabbing his pants to fully pull them off. Surprisingly, he lets me, and I toss them aside, pushing my hands up the inside of his thighs, spreading him even more.
He picks up his head, watching. I never want to hear him say he’s not into me again. I stroke the ball of my piercing over his shaft, meeting his gaze so he knows I know he’s looking.
Ash doesn’t break the eye contact. His lips part in another moan as I take him deeper.
He tastes so fucking good I could worship him for hours.
His fingers play through my hair, and it’s softer than I ever expected him to be.
If he didn’t want to make me more obsessed, he’s failing because he’s about to shove me off a cliff and send me into A Beautiful Mind level of obsession with photos on my wall and everything.
Not that I have many yet, but I’ve considered it while stalking him, and maybe the only thing stopping me is that my brothers would notice, but that’s beyond the point.
I smile around him and come up to get a full inhale before I take him all the way to his base. The noises he makes are my religion. I welcome him into my throat and then swallow around him.
He tastes so goddamn good. I’m not even joking about drinking him like a fucking juice box. I cannot wait for him to come in my mouth. I’ve always liked dick, don’t get me wrong, but Ash’s is like a fucking drug.
The euphoria of his pleasure and getting him to admit he wants this as bad as I do goes straight to my brain, better than any buzz. And then his groans and touches. Fuck me, I am done. If I even touch my own cock I’ll come in my pants.
This is my drug path origin story right here. Straight to addict.
I tease and roll my hand over his shaft as I come up. I playfully push the back of my piercing into his hole, making him hiss and pull my hair again. Does he know how bad he makes me want to cover him in bites and bruises?
Fuck.
I roll his balls in my palm and take him into my throat again. He lifts his hips with urgency, and I slow down, delighting in the power I have over his pleasure.
“Fuck…Ru…” He moans the nickname, and I don’t even fucking care if it’s on purpose. My entire life’s goal is now to get him to say it again.