From the Shadows (Hunters #1)

Chapter 11

“Diego!” Shay roared as Diego lifted his hips, bending him backward, while he slammed in and pegged Shay’s gland yet again. It was as if there was a homing beacon in his ass and Diego found his prostate with each energetic thrust. He no longer cared if this feeling that rushed through his body as Diego manhandled him was due to being blood-tied or just the fact that he was so fucking horny, he could pop.

Thinking back, maybe it was Diego’s expression when Shay kissed him. All wide-eyed wonder, disbelief, and so much need, it nearly undid Shay.

“You okay?” he’d asked.

“Why did you do that?” Diego questioned, a tremor of fear in his voice.

“Wanted to,” Shay answered, then did it again. “Wanna do it more too,” he said.

“Shay, I?—”

“Talk too much,” Shay replied, pulling Diego down and kissing him deeply.

“Stop, please….”

The breathy plea stopped Shay, not wanting to hurt Diego. “What’s wrong? Are you too weak? I didn’t think….”

“No, it’s not that. At all. You need to remember, I haven’t been with a man for over three hundred years. I…. I’m not sure if I can make it right for you.”

Interesting that the so-called “top of the food chain” worried about silly things like that. Diego was far more human than he believed.

“Diego, I would be perfectly content with you holding me while we slept.” He slid a hand down Diego’s chest and wrapped it around a rather impressive erection. “I would like this. A lot. But I can be patient.” He let go and stepped back.

“Noooo,” Diego moaned, reaching out for Shay.

“What’s wrong?”

A shake of his head. “I don’t want you to stop. Your hand felt so good. Too good.”

“Okay, how about you tell me what you’d like? Do you want me to touch you? I need to have permission before I do anything else.”

He smirked. “I don’t know that anyone has ever said they needed permission from a vampire. Usually it’s the other way around.” He stroked his fingers over Shay’s shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Sunshine, my last sexual encounter was with the man who beat me near to death. As long as you don’t hurt me, I’m pretty sure we’ll be good.”

Diego’s eyes darkened and he flashed a bit of fang. “I could find him,” he ground out. “Show him why it’s never a good idea to hurt someone a vampire cares for.”

No. Shay regretted saying anything. He wanted this, with Diego. He didn’t need someone else intruding. Therapy had been good for Shay. Had helped him find that strength he was sure he lacked. And he—wait.

“You care for me?”

“I do. You’ve been so good and kind and patient, and you helped pull me into this century. Yes, I was kicking and screaming, but I’m here, not back in my old life. Empatia is proud of my progress, which she says has its roots in allowing you to be in my life.” He leaned in and kissed Shay, who couldn’t help but whimper.

“Can I touch you?” Shay all but begged, wanting desperately to get his hands on Diego. To see if reality was as good as the dreams had been.

“I would love that,” Diego said with a smile.

Shay dropped to his knees, Diego’s hard-on bouncing in front of his face. It smelled heavenly and looked even better. He reached out and gripped it. It was warm, girthy, and a bit of precome beaded at the tip. Unable to stop, Shay leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the thick head, drawing a moan from Diego and earning a hand clamping on Shay’s shoulders, tugging him closer.

“Shay, did those files you read say anything about sex with a vampire?”

Had it? Not that he’d noticed, but then again, Shay might have skipped the parts about sexual relations because initially he’d had no interest in doing anything with anyone.

Then came Diego.

“Not that I know of.”

Diego pushed Shay’s head back, just out of reach of his cock, even if he stuck out his tongue. “A vampire’s sex drive is off the charts. We can go for hours, quite literally.”

“Is that encouragement or a deterrent?” Shay asked, grinning.

Diego shook his head. “What I was like in life? My vampire self is even more so.”

Shay sat back on his haunches. “I don’t understand.”

“I wasn’t a cruel lover, but I was a demanding one. The couple of times when I had sex, my partner complained about me being rough, almost animalistic. I left marks on their body, even though I hadn’t meant to. I didn’t want to draw any attention to what we’d done.”

Marks? “Like bruises?”

Diego nodded. “Hickeys too. Lots and lots of hickeys.” He grinned. “I liked the way it looked, especially against darker skin. It was as if I was marking my property, even knowing it was a death sentence if we were caught. ”

A shiver ran through Shay at Diego’s words. This wasn’t being blood-tied—this was being turned the fuck on. He reached out, grabbed Diego’s hips, and pulled him forward, opening his mouth wide to accept the cock that had been haunting him and his dreams. He took as much as he could, and if Diego was shocked, he didn’t show it. He put the hand back on Shay’s head and guided him up and down several times, then pulled him deep.

“This is how I like it,” Diego growled. “Suck me.”

Happily! Yes, fine. Shay had a kink. He liked his sex to have a little bit of an edge to it. Nothing painful, but the feel of being dominated was definitely a huge turn on. When Diego locked both hands around Shay’s head and shoved hard, Shay relaxed his throat as much as possible, allowing the shaft to slip inside.

“Oh, fuck,” Diego groaned. “No one ever… fuck.”

And still, it didn’t satisfy Diego. He pushed harder, driving his cock deeper into Shay’s throat. Yes, Shay gagged more than once, but no way did he want Diego to stop. He wanted this. To taste that bit of life essence. What would a vampire’s cum taste like? Shay was desperate to know. He pulled back and wrapped a hand around the shaft, milking it as he sucked hard on the head, sticking his tongue into the slit and under the foreskin. He’d never been with anyone who was intact before, and he was already a fan of the way Diego whimpered. He had read that uncircumcised dicks weren’t much different when they were hard, but they were more sensitive, and Diego was proving that fact. He no longer thrust into Shay’s mouth, instead hunching and using short strokes to keep himself buried, as if he was afraid to break contact.

“Swallow me,” he demanded, his voice deep and husky. Then he was coming. Hard.

Shay did as he was told, taking Diego’s seed down his throat and to his stomach where it would be part of him for all their lives. He liked that. And the taste? It was sweet, but spicy. Unlike anything Shay had eaten before, but now he wanted to find something similar. Okay, Shay didn’t have much experience, but he was willing to bet no one tasted like Diego .

Shay needed a few moments to catch his breath, but Diego smiled down at him.

“Remember when I warned you about a vampire’s staying power?”

Shay’s eyes widened and Diego lifted him up, then flipped him over and climbed on top, pressing him down onto the mattress.

“Now it’s time to start round two.”

Already he could see the marks on Shay’s pale neck where he’d locked his fingers and pulled him down on his cock. Shay didn’t choke much, but what he did? Sublime! Still, as much as he’d been enamored with the darker skin of his former sex partners, Shay’s fair flesh was so much more delicious, as his marks stood out clearly, allowing Diego to see his handiwork. And now, here he was, spread out for Diego, like a buffet that he wasn’t sure where to start.

Before he became a vampire, Diego’s sex was limited to fast and furious. Not something where he could take his time to enjoy it. Here? Now? He wanted Shay more than he thought possible, and he wanted to take his time. To savor what Shay had offered him.

He leaned in and inhaled. Shay was freshly showered and smelled faintly of a citrus soap, which made Diego’s mouth water. Strange how it had initially been Shay’s blood that Diego craved, but now it was Shay himself. If this was being blood-tied, Diego had no problems with it at all.

He put a hand on each globe, dusted with a light coating of very fine blond hair, and spread them apart. Shay inhaled sharply, probably figuring what was about to happen. Far be it from Diego to disappoint him. He pressed his face into Shay’s crack, his senses going wild at the combination of zesty lemon and slight manly musk.

The moment Diego’s tongue slipped into the pucker, Shay let loose with something that was the cross between a squeal and a whimper. To have Shay coming apart made Diego feel ten feet tall. He continued to lave the area, pushing his tongue into the hole, feeling it loosen incrementally under his ministrations .

“Diego…. Oh, fuck, please don’t stop.”

He’d never think about it. He wanted Shay, wanted to see what made him come apart at the seams. Wanted… more than he ever expected he could. He’d long ago sworn off humans because of their short lifespan, but now? He ignored the voice in his head that told him it was wrong to get involved. He couldn’t understand how it had happened, but that no longer mattered. He wanted to keep Shay. To be with him. To touch him whenever he wanted. At least until death claimed him and left Diego alone once more.

That thought alone hurt more than any loss Diego had felt in the past. What was it about Shay? Beside how good his ass tasted. He wondered if he’d taste as good when he shot down Diego’s throat. He grabbed him and flipped him over in one fluid motion. There was Shay’s beautiful cock, all thin and hard. Before Shay could react, Diego engulfed it, taking him as deep as he could.

“ Diego! ” Shay cried, gripping his head.

With Shay thrusting deeper, it was probably a good thing Diego didn’t need to breathe. Still, each time Shay buried himself in Diego’s throat, he released more precome. Diego had never tasted anything so sublime as Shay. He knew, from that tiny bit of blood he’d ingested, that Shay was something special, but nothing like this had ever entered his mind. It was as if Shay’s tastes were each a nuclear explosion bursting in his mouth. Even the tiniest drop of precome was amazingly delicious and ruined most other tastes for Diego.

He was about to go down again, when Shay gripped his head and pulled him off. Diego stared at him, uncertain why he’d stopped.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned he might be pushing too far.

“I want—need—you to fuck me. Please.”

Before Diego could reply, Shay pulled his legs up and gripped his thighs, exposing that gorgeous hole for Diego.

“Are you sure?” Diego asked, nervous that Shay might regret this later .

“What? Of course I am. I need you now, goddamn it. Get busy!”

The determination on Shay’s face sealed the deal. “We don’t have lube, and I won’t hurt you.”

“Bedside drawer,” Shay panted. “I use it to jack off.”

That was Shay. Always prepared for any eventuality. Shay stretched across and pulled the drawer open, barely keeping the contents from spilling. He grabbed the tube of lubricant and popped it open.

“Not much left,” he murmured.

“Yes, well. I jack off a lot.”

How fucking hot was that? “And what do you fantasize about when you do?” Diego asked, stroking a thin layer of slick over his aching shaft.

Shay’s features softened. “This. You buried inside of me. Me writhing at the end of your cock, begging for more.” He frowned slightly, and Diego’s heart ached. “I haven’t been with anyone since… just haven’t. Need you, Diego. You have to remind me I’m not broken.”

He should say no. It would be the right thing to do. Shay should sit with Empatia and tell her. But right now, he was putting his heart in Diego’s hands. Something no one had ever done.

“You’re not, I swear. You’re strong and beautiful and you fit here with us. We might be dysfunctional, but we are as loyal as any people you’ll ever meet.” He smiled at Shay. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Never more sure about anything.”

“Okay.”

Diego lined up his slick cock with Shay’s hole. A deep breath and he pressed against the puckered flesh, which slowly spread wide as he pushed in one steady, slow stroke. He kept an eye on Shay’s face for discomfort, but all he saw was pure trust in those eyes.

“Diego,” Shay whispered, his voice soft, but with such strength behind it.

“Almost there. You doing okay?”

“Oh, hell yes. Forgot how good this feels with someone I trust. ”

And those words, coupled with the dreamy expression, undid Diego. He pressed until his cock was buried to the hilt, the heat surrounding him intense. He’d forgotten this feeling, the surrender of a partner who put themselves in Diego’s hands. But this was different. It wasn’t a nameless stranger, it was Shay.

“Shay, I?—”

“Move, Diego. For the love of all good things, move!”

He started out slow, but it quickly became a pounding, with the sound of flesh slapping reverberating through the room. This. This was what Diego had always wanted, but could never allow himself. Raw, animalistic sex, with both he and Shay grunting, groaning, and doing more than their fair share of moaning. When Diego bent to take a kiss, Shay wrapped his arm around Diego’s neck and clung to him, pulling him closer. Whispering nonsense words about how good Diego felt inside of him, how much he’d wanted this, how he needed more.

Diego grabbed his hips and lifted him up, bending him backward, as he slammed inside. He never wanted it to end, but knew it was inevitable.

“Shay, I’m….” The orgasm struck hard, jetting into Shay as Diego rutted mindlessly. If this was going to be their only time together, then he had to make it good for both of them. It took several long, sweet moments for the shuddering to stop, and Diego fell atop Shay, panting heavily.

“That…. Thank you, Diego.”

Why was Shay thanking him? For this gift he’d just given, Diego would kiss Shay’s feet and sing his praises for all to hear.

He leaned back and stared into Shay’s eyes. “You’re amazing,” Diego murmured. “Anyone who wouldn’t keep you in their lives is a fool.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like to keep you in mine for as long as you’re willing to be here.”

He knew it would tear his heart out when he outlived Shay, but right here? Right now? It would be worth it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Shay promised .

But Diego knew better. They could be together now, but the years would add up and Shay would wind down, eventually stopping completely. Leaving Diego alone.

Again.

He lay down and pulled Shay to him, stroking his hair. “Stay with me?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” Shay said.

Diego wished he could say forever, but he knew that was going to be far too long. Better to take the few years they’d be allowed and revel in those. Allow those memories to keep him warm once Shay passed on and Diego had to continue without him.

Yeah, eternal life sucks.