Page 49 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

His head tips back, throat exposed to me, face shining, flushed and wet.

He gasps my name, and I’m done for. I lean in and bite into his neck with a possessive groan.

He’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. The helpless moan from his mouth makes me thrust faster into his tight, throbbing hole.

He wants me so much he couldn’t wait to come.

So I fuck him harder. I’m frantic as I suck on his bruised neck.

No one but me can leave a mark on him. Even his pulse is now mine.

I’m overcome by the primal instinct to hold him by the neck.

My climax is like a punch and I cling to Angel, overwhelmed by the intensity of this surrender. I worship him with every last thrust, loving his little cries as I make sure to spill my cum deep inside him. He milks me for every last drop.

Our gasp-filled embrace in this hot shower is like a world of its own where we are completely free. He accepts all I have to give him, and I make him mine. He doesn’t need to know that even though I hold his sensitive throat in my teeth, I’m the one chained to him by an unbreakable bond.

Time is no longer an objective measure, and minutes stretch like elasticated cord as I rest in the shallow water, wrapped around Angel, who clings to me as if letting go means drowning.

I’m half-asleep when he whispers, “How was that?”

What do I even say to that? That he’s not an angel because he’s my god, and I will now address him as such?

“I love you,” I whisper against his shoulder.

He makes the strangest sound. It’s strangled, yet somehow sweet as syrup. I don’t know what I expected, but once the truth of my affection is out, I know there is no way back. He can now squash me like a bug or—

“Creed... my sweet Creed,” Angel whispers, cupping my face and nuzzling it with a soft smile. “I know we’ve only had such a short time together, but… I love you too. You make me feel so whole. Like I’m finally home.”

I hold him tighter. I was broken, and he put me back together.

I can’t find the right , but I still try to answer.

Instead, a sob comes out of my throat and I hide my face against his neck.

I have never known such unconditional love.

The brotherhood with the Vultures is everything to me, Brigid is like a step-mother, but the closeness with Angel is different altogether.

He sees every jagged edge and isn’t afraid to embrace me anyway.

He might not understand what I’ve gone through and why I do things the way I do, but he accepts me the way I am nevertheless.

It’s… a revelation. I still can’t believe he wants to offer all this love to someone like me, but if a person as pure and kind as Angel tells me I’m worthy of him, who am I to deny it?

“Come here,” he says, closing his arms around me while the hot water still rains over us, soothing aching muscles. “Can I be your home too?”

I can’t speak, too choked up by the tears that just won’t stop coming, but I nod vigorously as he strokes my hair.

If he’s my home, I don’t need the cave anymore.

I will make sure he’s always safe, and fed, and feels loved and cared for.

Just weeks ago, I wasn’t even sure I was capable of that, but now I know I am.

He’s made me believe in myself. I don’t even have to be embarrassed about the crying, because Angel understands. He wouldn’t mock me or tell anyone.

He’s perfect.

I don’t know how much time we spend just holding one another in the humid stall, but eventually I’m ready to face him again and help him back to his feet.

“Mmm, all I want now is bed,” Angel tells me, grinning as he takes careful steps out of the shower.

I’m so… cleansed. It’s been years since I’ve cried like that, and he gave me the space I needed. I don’t let him leave and rub the wetness off him with a towel even as he jokingly whines about how sleepy he is.

For the first time in my life I can see a future beyond the upcoming few months. A future with Angel. He holds my hand as we head to the bedroom, and this is what my life could be. Tomorrow, I’ll ask him if he wants pets, because I’m too tired for it now.

We don’t even bother to switch on the light, and I see his shadowy form settle on the bed before lifting his legs and stretching out on the mattress with a sigh of relief.

I give him a kiss before sinking to my knees on the floor to crawl into my space. I was expecting him to come with me, but I understand it’s been a long day and he wants comfort.

But the moment I kneel, his hand is on my shoulder, and he rolls to his side, seeking my gaze in the darkness. “I know tonight was… different enough already, but would you like to join me in bed?”

I freeze as my mind catches up to what he’s saying, and for the first time, I truly consider it. His fresh bedding, and his warm embrace. He makes me feel worthy of it. Maybe Creep wasn’t, but what if Creed is? What if Creed can sleep in a bed with his boyfriend and give him affection all night?

I glance down at the shadows beckoning me from below. Their only comfort is their familiarity. “Are you sure?” I ask, but I’m already sliding my hand over the bedding, and he lifts it, inviting me in.

I am welcome. Next to him. In his bed. In his life. And he wants to listen to my breath as we fall asleep.

“Come to our bed, silly,” Angel says sleepily, and I don’t wait any longer, crawling straight into his arms.

We slot in together like a beer cap and the bottle, and when my head hits the pillow, my whole body relaxes. I’m almost asleep when a whole new anxiety hits me.

“Angel?”

“Mmm?” he mutters with his eyes shut.

“But… we can still do the sleep play sex, right?”

He snorts and presses his face against my neck. “Of course we can. It’s fucking hot.”

I breathe out in relief and sleep takes me in no time.