“Watch him,” I tell Joel. “If he takes too long to die, you can shoot him.”
“Sounds good. Not like I have anything better to do,” the bodyguard replies.
Giving him a short nod, I leave the room, Hollis following in my wake. We don’t get very far before I grab his arm and slam him against the wall. He moans and reaches for my hair, dragging my mouth to his.
The scent of blood between us, the biting pain of teeth nipping at my lips and tongue, the way Hollis arches up into me…it sets a fire in me in a different way than the pain that’s been running through me since our Boys were stolen.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here, Tesoro?” I mutter against his mouth. “Do you want everyone to see how you fall to pieces for me and only me?”
Hollis groans and kisses me harder, his rapidly filling cock pressing against mine. Taking that as his consent, I pull away enough to flip him over, shoving him chest-first into the wall.
Hollis spreads his legs, arching his back and presenting his ass to me in a way I can’t refuse—not that I’ll ever refuse him.
It’s a quick scramble to undo our pants, and the sight of Hollis’s ass bared for me has my dick aching with need. It’s been a while since he’s let me fuck him, and it’s a privilege I will never take for granted.
Thankfully, my non-dominant hand is clean, so there’s no risk of blood mixing with my saliva as I spit into my palm; the last thing I want to do is contaminate my lover with someone else’s blood…
Hollis gasps when I enter him with two fingers, twisting and opening his ass with a brutality I haven’t been able to use in a while. “Don’t be fucking gentle with me,” he snarls. “I need you tofuckme, Ten.”
Letting out a dark chuckle, I pull my fingers out and spit again, this time coating my cock. “Don’t worry, Tesoro, I got you.”
Hollis cries out, his voice echoing in the hall as I shove my dick into him, showing him no mercy.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last, Hol…”
“Then fuck me, Love. Please…” He gasps with heaving breaths as I hold myself still in him for a moment.
Gripping his hips bruisingly tight, I fuck him without an ounce of consideration, but from the way he bucks into me, and the sounds of his moans, it’s just what he needs.
Hollis keeps one hand planted on the wall, holding himself up, while reaching for his own cock with the other. The sounds he makes drown everything else out, and the raging fire inside me ceases to exist as I’m safe with him. My Tesoro, the first person to ever look at the monster and deem him someone worth keeping… The man who was so brutally used and abused, but somehow still manages to enjoy the baser, bloodier side of me… The very heart and soul of who and what I am.
Hollis’s ass clenches around me as I find his prostate, tagging that spot with my dick over and over until he lets out a shout that can probably be heard throughout the whole house, but who fucking cares. He tightens around me as he comes, and my own hold on my impending orgasm is lost.
Pleasure rushes through me as I lean forward and bite at the back of Hollis’s neck, sinking my teeth in until I taste his sweet blood. My cock jerks as I come inside him. I don’t stop thrusting into his tight heat until the rough burn of no lube is too much for my softening cock.
Pulling out, I drape myself over him further, one arm around his waist, the other on the wall, holding us both up as we try to catch our breaths.
The need still courses through me, though the fire of my anger—my fear—is dissipating with each gasping breath.
“I love you,” Hollis says, his voice soft but loud at the same time. The sweet tenderness in his tone is at odds with the harsh fuck.
But then…that’s us in a nutshell, isn’t it? Hollis has always pulled at the dark parts of me, while still giving me the love he and our other lovers think I deserve.
Pressing a kiss to the fresh bite on his neck, I hold him a little tighter. I may be unable to say the words, but Hollis relaxes into me anyway, never expecting more than what I can give.
“Fuck, Hol…”
“I know, Love. I know. But Emilio is strong. So is Roman. We’ll get through this, we always do.”
A shudder runs through me and he gives me more of his weight, offering comfort in the only way he can right now; showing me he still trusts me above all else—the greatest gift someone like him can give to a monster like me.
I don’t deserve him, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep him anyway. Hollis is the heart of everything. The very airI breathe, while Roman, Jude, Lio, and even fucking Benjamin, are the blood that keeps my heart beating.
For them, I’ll do anything and everything. Starting with letting Hollis see the very broken pieces of me, the thread I’m barely holding onto, while trusting he’s strong enough to hold the other end and keep it from snapping...
My mind spins out of control as I press my hand against my heart. Fuck. I can’t understand how my mouth gets away from me. It’s not that I mean the shit I say half the time. And all I’ve done is succeed in pushing everyone away…
Not even Tennant stays.
