And Kinzer cried out, too loud.
Surely he was going to wake Eilee or Quintz, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted that cock inside him. Just wanted Hayde to take him. He might as well. He already screwed him in life, so why not in sex?
Hayde’s wings spread out, catching the moonlight, glistening blue. Fucking Kinzer hard, he grabbed Kinzer’s shaft and stroked it, and as Hayde pushed against his prostate, Kinzer called out. It was too much.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, Kinzer. Give it to me.”
And Kinzer despised himself as he shot onto his abdomen, spewing his cum warm against his flesh.
Hayde leaned back, grabbed Kinzer’s ankles, and fucked him good. His face and neck tensed up, and he groaned. Kinzer could feel his cock expanding, and he reveled in knowing that Hayde had claimed him. He felt so dirty, so used, so humiliated.
He tried to convince himself he didn’t care, but the guilt was overpowering, and he searched around, awaiting that same phantom of Maggie to haunt him, remind him of what the fucker had done.
Hayde collapsed on top of Kinzer, gazing down at him.
That should have been it. It was just about fucking. About two immortals with chemistry getting off. But Kinzer couldn’t let it end there.
He grabbed Hayde’s hair and forced his lips against his, hating himself for how much he enjoyed tasting Hayde’s mouth, for how much he wasn’t willing to let go of him. Not yet.
Maggie, don’t hate me, he thought out to a woman he knew was dead, who couldn’t hear him, but whom he felt so horrible for betraying.
And even worse, he knew that was just the beginning of their fuckfest that night.
