Isaac’s softened cock gave a valiant twitch. He was too tired to get it up again, surely. He’d been held captive andstarved. But if Shadrach kept going, it might not take as long as he expected.
Shadrach alternated between his tongue and his fingers, using one to massage and the others to thrust in deep, grazing his prostate with maddening accuracy, until Isaac was canting back into it, his body begging for more even though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it right now.
When Shadrach stood, gathering Isaac into his arms, he turned Isaac’s head and kissed him long and deep, a drugging sort of thing that had his eyes rolling back in his head. He pressed his hips back, and Shadrach’s cock lined up against his crease.
“Mm,” Shadrach moaned, reaching between them.
A moment later, the fat head of his cock pressed against Isaac’s hole. It didn’t push inside, but it teased with pressure and heat, giving Isaac just a taste of what he could have.
“You feel so good, killer,” Shadrach said, his hands roaming the slick plane of Isaac’s body. “I want to be inside you so bad.”
Isaac wanted it, too. He wanted to push back against Shadrach until the hard rod of his cock tunneled inside. He wanted to feel the burn, like fireworks behind his eyes. His spine arched—Shadrach’s fingers fluttered down it as though he couldn’t resist touching—and their hips rocked together, mimicking the motions of sex. It wasn’t enough for Shadrach to ease inside, but the pressure against his hole was almost perfect.
Fingers curled around his throat, reeling him back against Shadrach’s chest. Isaac clung to his hips as they kissed, off-center and sloppy.
“I’m going to go get something,” Shadrach breathedagainst his mouth. “And you’re going to stay right here until I get back.”
Sharp awareness cut through Isaac, and he hid it by leaning in for another lingering kiss to Shadrach’s inviting mouth. Shadrach’s other hand trailed up into Isaac’s long hair, tangling in the strands and wringing the water from it.
“Be right back,” Shadrach murmured, lips brushing Isaac’s, and then he disappeared.
Without Shadrach at his back, a rush of cold hit Isaac.
What the fuck was he doing?
He turned around, his gaze landing on the fresh clothing in the dressing area. He was alone. Shadrach had said there was no one else in the building, and now Shadrach was gone. Maybe he was just in the next room, but could Isaac really let the chance to escape pass him by? He might not get another.
Fuck. He’d almost let that demoninsidehim. What was he thinking? What was wrong with him? He had to get the hell out of here before they completely turned his head around. He’d lost his way, and he needed to find his way back to the right path.
Heart pounding, he lunged from the shower, wrenching the clothes on without drying off first, and shoved his bare feet into his sneakers. His hair soaked the collar of his shirt as he shoved open the bathroom door, looking around wildly.
The building was completely empty. He couldn’t believe it.
Racing to the front door, he slammed into it—and it didn’t budge.
“Fuck!” His shoulder smarted. Turning the lock, he yanked it open and rushed out into the warm night air.
Chapter 10
Shadrach
Shadrach was alive with need,and tearing himself away from Isaac’s warm, solid body was the hardest thing he’d ever done. But he wouldn’t risk damaging his human in any way, so if they wanted to fuck, he would do so with lube. He didn’t know if any of the couples who worked at the Rink kept lube on-hand in the building—honestly, he hoped theyweren’tfucking often enough in the Rink to need a stash of lube there, but if they did, he was at least unaware of it—so he teleported to his apartment, where he knew for certain he had some. It was farther than he’d like to go from Isaac now that he was finally beginning to accept him, but needs must.
It took him a moment to find his lube. He thought it was in the bedside table at first, but instead he had to get some from the darkened playroom connected to his bedroom.
When he reappeared in the steamy shower, the water was still running, but Isaac was gone.
“Oh shit,” he said to the air.
Shutting the water off hastily, he teleported into the middle of the Rink. There was no sign of Isaac in the building.It was silent as a grave. He’d taken too long, and Isaac ran.
“Fuck.”
He teleported into the parking lot, listening intently. The gentle breeze cooled Shadrach’s soaking clothes. The craggy lot was deserted, and he could hear the whoosh of cars on the highway nearby. But no sign of Isaac. Whichever direction he’d run, he was far enough away now that Shadrach couldn’t hear him. He could pick a direction and hope he heard running footsteps, but there was a fifty-fifty chance he’d go the wrong direction.
A noise of despair filled the air, and it took him a moment to realize it was coming fromhim. Isaac had run. He’d thought maybe Isaac felt inexplicably drawn to him, just as Shadrach did. He hadn’t actuallytoldIsaac that he belonged to Shadrach, that itmeantsomething. Did he even feel it at all? Was he fighting their connection, or did he not feel anything?
He turned on his heel and walked back inside, staring around the quiet Rink. Talon was going to kill him. The pain in his chest, like something vital had cracked open, was so sharp that he thought he might let him.
