I can do that. Where should we meet?
Dex:
I’ll be at a club. Why don’t you see if you can hunt me down?
Even typing the words had Dex’s senses on high alert. Goosebumps erupted over his skin, and his breathing shallowed. He almost couldn’t believe he had the guts to ask. Would Luc know he meant it literally?
His phone rang and he jumped, scrambling to answer Luc’s call. “Hello?”
“Dex, are you suggesting I stalk you through a nightclub, capture, and feed on you?”
He swallowed. “Yes. Feed on me…fuck me. Anything goes.” He meant to sound confident, but his voice wavered, his core tightening and cock stirring.
Luc growled, sending a shiver through Dex. “I’d love to hunt you, but there are rules if we’re playing like this.”
“Okay.” Dex would agree to just about anything if Luc would grant him this wish.Anything.
He’d only had a taste of his true desires and needed more. He was dying to give in to the urge to run from Luc. To do his best to get away and fail. To fully surrender himself to Luc at a time in his life when everything was so tumultuous. To feel the fear he hated and couldn’t escape knowing it would be okay in the end because Luc held it all in his hands.
The idea had been stuck in Dex’s head since Luc had mentioned ensnaring him.
What would that be like? A huge, winged man following him through the city, overpowering him, and forcing him to be his plaything. Taking any and all decisions away from him. He wouldn’t have to worry about a damn thing except taking what Luc gave him.
Dex had jerked off imagining it more than once already.
Whatever the rules were, Dex would agree.
Luc’s deep, commanding voice had him captivated. “Rule one: you can’t get drunk. No alcohol or other substances, or we aren’t playing.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll stay one hundred percent sober.” Dex rolled his eyes. What an easy price to pay.
“Two: you need to use your safe word if you change your mind.”
“I know. I will.”
“And…” Luc said with the air of someone who’d been interrupted. “I need to know if you still want me to ignore you when you say no or stop, or if you’d like me to listen this time.”
“Ignore it. I want to be overpowered.” The last word came out soft and breathy, and Dex felt like he was hanging on by a thread, ready to tip over into something amazing.
Luc’s tone matched Dex’s, airy and almost tender. “We can do that, but I’ll need another way of checking in as we play. Since you chose red for stop, you’ll tell me yellow to slow down, and green if you’re good to continue. How does that sound?”
Dex nodded eagerly to the empty room. “I can do that.”
“Good. Now, can we discuss condoms?”
Dex swallowed. “Sure, but I’m not on PrEP.” He didn’t hook up often enough to bother. He’d had sex once all summer, and his dry spell before that had been, well,extendedwas a kind way to put it.
“If that weren’t an issue, would you be interested in getting fucked raw?” Luc asked as calmly as if they were discussing the weather.
Dex couldn’t find words, his mind suddenly overrun by image after image of Luc breeding him.
Thankfully, Luc didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m immortal. I can’t carry human infections—my magic destroys anything I come in contact with—so there’s no safety reason for protection.”
Dex sat up. “Really?”
Luc’s tone turned unreadable. “You can check with your friends if you don’t believe me.”
“I’m not doubting you. I just didn’t realize being immortal meant you’re immune to everything, but it makes sense. I trust you, Luc. You wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. You don’t lie to me, remember?”
