“I’ll know when you’re ready,” Shadrach promised. “You’ve never done this before, and there’s a difference between hurting you for fun and damaging you because I was too impatient.”
“I have your blood in me,” Isaac said, and his face flushed at the words, like that was somehow more intimate than what his fingers were currently doing. “I’ll heal, won’t I?”
Shadrach paused, studying him. He looked… tempted.
“Just fuck me,” Isaac whispered, leaning in and kissing him. “Please just fuck me. Let me feel you. I need to feel something.” He’d felt unmoored since the moment he killed Hawley. His whole world had shifted like loose sand under his feet. Within moments, everything had changed. He could never go back, and now he had nothing. Nothing but Shadrach.
Strong hands pushed him face-first against the wall. “I’ll make you feel something, killer, don’t you worry.”
His uncut cock notched against Isaac’s hole. Aided only by the lube left behind by his fingers, Shadrach squeezed inside his body an inch at a time. The burn was incredible, bright and searing behind his eyes, and his forehead pressed against the wall, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on the tile. Shadrach gave him no quarter, just as he asked, pushing against the tight resistance of his body until he was rooted in deep. They both panted, and Isaac trembled. He was a leaf, and the wind threatened to carry him away to the unknown—until Shadrach’s hands settled on his overheated skin, stroking and soothing and drawing him back into a warm embrace.
“I’ve got you, killer,” he said, low and melodic. His hipshitched, grinding his cock in deeper, and Isaac’s breath stalled.
“Please, please,” he whispered.
A strong hand fit around his throat, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw, as Shadrach began to move, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. The motion rocked Isaac’s body against the wall, and his mind went beautifully, blessedly blank. There was no fear of consequence or punishment here, no worry about his uncertain future. Just the slick slide of Shadrach’s body guiding his toward the distant light of pleasure. Something in him recognized Shadrach. He was a kindred spirit, a protector, one worthy of trust. He would’ve sounded crazy if he said any of it aloud to someone, but on a primal level, he knew. There was no fighting this connection. He was always meant to wind up here, anchored in the safe harbor of Shadrach’s arms.
“That’s it, killer, just let go,” Shadrach said raggedly, like he could feel Isaac’s acceptance of this strange, dark connection. “Let go and let me take it. Let me take all of it. You’re mine no matter what. No matter who you kill, no matter what you do.” His hands fell to Isaac’s hips, gripping hard as he slammed into his body, the wet slap of skin filling the air with broken moans and sharp gasps. “Nothing will ever take you from me. You’re mine forever.”
“Oh God,” Isaac gasped. His orgasm was approaching, drawing his body tight, tingling in his sac. “Oh God oh God oh God?—”
“If you come before I do, I’m not stopping,” Shadrach snarled.
“Oh fuck, Shad, please, please, I need to.” He fell forward, curling an arm against the wall and resting his head on hisforearm. Shadrach’s grip was the only thing keeping him upright.
“Do it,” Shadrach said. “Just be ready to hang on until I fill you up.”
“Please,” he sobbed. He couldn’t hold it off. Heat exploded under his skin, his vision whited out, and hescreamed, clawing at the tile as his cock jerked, untouched. Streaks of cum coated the tile, and he whined, squirming in Shadrach’s punishing grip.
As promised, Shadrach didn’t stop, but hedidslow down, chuckling in Isaac’s ear as he drew him back into his arms once more. “That good, killer?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He craned his head to look at Shadrach. “You haven’t come yet.”
A dark chuckle rolled down his spine. “Nope.”
Isaac closed his eyes, exhausted and shivery. If every time was like this, he was going to need some practice. And sleep. And maybe a power bar. But this was exactly what he’d wanted. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Chapter 15
Shadrach
Beinginside Isaac felt better than Shadrach could’ve imagined. His human was hot and tight and so, so responsive. Having Isaac in his arms settled the frustrated beast that had been gnawing at him since he’d run away. He didn’t want to put a name to the tremulous feeling inside him, didn’t want to admit that whether it strengthened or broke him hinged entirely on the puddle of a man in his arms.
“You’re still new to this. Should I have mercy on you this time, work you up to the big leagues?” he teased. His hands roamed the muscled plane of Isaac’s stomach and chest, feeling his ribs expand and contract with each breath. “Youhavehad a long night. I could be persuaded to go easy on you.”
Isaac shot him a pissy look over his shoulder. “I’m not some delicate little flower. You said you weren’t going to stop. Don’t back down now or I’ll know your word is worthless.” He arched one brow, and Shadrach stared blankly at the audacity.
A slow, dangerous grin overtook his face. “Okay, killer.You want to play, we can play.” He ground in deep, and a punched-out noise left Isaac.
Reeling Isaac back a step, he pushed until the man was bent over, bracing his hands on the wall. Hooking his fingers over Isaac’s shoulders, he pulled out and fucked back in hard, driving Isaac forward with a slap of his hips. Over and over, he pounded in hard, taking what he wanted exactlyhowhe wanted. Strangled cries filled the air, but none of them were pleas to stop. Isaac’s back was arching, his feet flexing. He fuckinglovedit. Shadrach couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked someone this hard. He usually couldn’t risk it, because humans were so goddamn fragile. But this human,hishuman, was anything but that—especially with Shadrach’s blood in his system.
He watched the mesmerizing flex of Isaac’s back muscles. He was like a perfect sculpture, dappled with freckles. Michelangelo himself would weep at the sight of this human’s beauty.
“Oh God, ohfuck,” Isaac groaned suddenly, and one hand disappeared between his legs.
Dragging his fingers through Isaac’s long, dripping hair, he tugged his head back and crooned, “Are you gonna come again, killer? Think you’ve got another one in you?”
“Yes yes yes, please,hnf.”
