Page 33 of Missing Piece (Neon Scars #2)

Vincent pinched Adam’s nipple. “You do what I say,” he huffed against Adam’s neck, a possessive rumble underlying his words. He pulled his slick fingers from Adam’s hole, denying him any further preparation. He would burst if he waited any longer.

He reached down to prepare himself, coating his length with spit and the wetness from his fingers, his eyes never leaving Adam’s widened ones.

A spark of protest flashed across Adam’s face at the lack of proper preparation, but Vincent ignored it, grabbing his right leg and pushing it to the side to grant himself easier access.

Time seemed to stand still as Vincent positioned himself at Adam’s entrance, harsh panting and the scent of Adam’s blood and arousal filling the room.

“Mine,” Vincent groaned as he slowly pushed against his hole.

Adam’s entire body went rigid, fear flashing across his face. “Wait, wait-” he stammered .

“No going back.” With a swift motion, he pushed further into Adam, fully intending on slamming into him, but he forced himself to slow down. He didn’t just want to get off, he wanted to fuck the defiance out of Adam.

Tears glistened in Adam’s eyes, his lips moving endlessly in a silent plea as he gripped the sheets for dear life.

So beautiful . Vincent reached up briefly to stroke Adam’s hair, brushing his sweat-soaked bangs away from his forehead, allowing himself one fleeting moment of tenderness before the beast could wait no longer.

He grabbed Adam’s hips and buried himself in the quivering human. Vincent knew he wouldn’t last long. Adam’s cry faded, turning from grunts of discomfort to gasps and moans and the way he surrendered to Vincent’s possession sent waves of satisfaction through him.

Vincent pulled Adam’s leg straight, wrapping it around his back to grant him deeper access.

He pistoned in and out, his hips slamming against Adam’s in a relentless rhythm.

The human met his thrusts with eager movements of his own, defying his own pain and discomfort even as Vincent smelled fresh blood seeping from the wounds on his back, the metallic scent mixing with sweat and sex.

“God, don’t stop. Fuck, please, Vincent,” Adam chanted, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Adam’s back bowed as Vincent slammed into him again and again, a mixture of pleas and Vincent’s name spilling from his lips.

The human was incoherent, reduced to a quivering mess of desire, and Vincent reveled in it.

Vincent smirked, his abdomen tight with impending release. “No God here. Just me. You belong to me, Adam,” he grunted .

“Yes! I’m yours! Oh God, don’t stop, Vincent!” Adam cried out.

Vincent reached between them and wrapped his hand around Adam’s cock, stroking it firmly. “Come for me, Adam,” he ordered as his own climax threatened to consume him.

Adam began to shake violently, his fingers digging crescents into Vincent’s back as he cried out.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Adam’s hole tightened around him, his release triggering Vincent’s own.

With a final, powerful thrust, Vincent came, his hips jerking of their own volition as every muscle tensed and released in waves of euphoria.

“Fuck, Adam—” Vincent groaned, his fangs lengthening as he nipped at Adam’s neck, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin.

Vincent’s body continued to spasm and he pumped into Adam a few more times before his rational mind returned and he reluctantly pulled out as the reality of Adam’s injuries, which his lust had made him forget, rushed to the forefront of his mind.

Vincent knew he couldn’t indulge in the fantasy of collapsing on top of Adam and falling asleep with their forms still joined.

That would only cause Adam further pain.

Vincent pressed a kiss to Adam’s neck, savoring his skin and the way Adam’s pulse still raced beneath his lips.

Adam was still shuddering with aftershocks, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his hands covering his face.

Vincent collapsed onto the bed beside Adam, his chest heaving as reality faded back into view.

Even as the stinging from Adam’s nails vanished, he felt a different sting. No, it was more of a nagging itch, right in the center of his chest. Had he pushed it too far? Was Adam too drunk for what just happened?

Shit. Shit shit shit. Did I just break my one rule?

The beast inside him was quiet. Apparently, it didn’t care.

Vincent reached out, hesitating for a moment before he gently pulled Adam’s hands away from his face.

Adam’s face was still flushed, his eyes shut as a small smile seemed permanently etched onto his features.

“Are you okay?” Vincent asked, his voice a whisper.

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” Adam said between breaths, his eyes still shut. “You good?”

Okay, I didn’t break my rule. Which means we’ll get to do this again. Vincent’s face flushed, once again bringing an all too human blush to his cheeks. This time, he didn’t hate it. He kept his mouth shut, almost afraid to answer. He was better than good…

Adam reached out blindly, hot fingertips brushing against Vincent’s forehead as they brushed back his messy hair. The harsh thump in his chest felt wrong as one of the bars that held the cage around his heart together fell away.

Oh no.

I’m in trouble.