Page 17 of Wicked (Dark Delights #5)

With his back to Shadrach, it was a small blessing the demon couldn’t see what his gaze was doing to him.

Isaac washed his length and his sac in a manner he hoped looked perfunctory, biting back a moan at the teasing brush of his own fingers.

The demon would probably never let him live it down if he stepped out of the shower with a hard-on, and he was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

He needed to stop marinating in the sensation, no matter how good it felt.

“Isaac.” The hungry rasp of Shadrach’s voice sent sparks down his spine.

He looked over his shoulder, shocked to find Shadrach within reach, just shy of the falling water.

His hands were braced on the wall between the dressing area and the shower itself.

His eyes were galaxies of dark potential, raking down the wet curve of Isaac’s spine to his rear and then taking another meandering path back up.

His lips were parted, and his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

Isaac was burning all over. He put the soap down with a clatter, needing to keep Shadrach’s gaze on him.

All hope of hiding his erection was gone now that he knew Shadrach was just as affected by this moment as he was.

One hand cupped his length, and the other circled around behind him, slipping soapy fingers across his lower back and down into his crack.

Teasing, drawing Shadrach’s gaze to the movement.

An inhuman sound, deep and guttural, rattled from Shadrach’s chest. Would he stand there and watch?

He was still fully clothed. He couldn’t step any closer without getting wet.

The question was answered for him when Isaac’s soapy fingers brushed over his hole.

An involuntary little noise left him, and in his periphery, he saw Shadrach move, pushing under the spray with him.

Isaac turned with a gasp. Shadrach’s warm hands cupped his head and dragged him in for a deep, burning kiss.

The press of lips against his shocked his brain quiet, and all he knew was sensation.

Shadrach worked his mouth open and slipped his tongue inside, kissing like he wanted to consume Isaac.

His clothes were quickly getting soaked, his white shirt turning sheer and clinging to his pale, leanly muscled body.

Shadrach didn’t seem to notice. He turned them, guiding Isaac against the wall. The shock of cool tile against his heated back drew him out of the daze he’d fallen under, and he ripped his kiss-swollen mouth from Shadrach’s.

“Wh-What are we doing?” he asked.

“Kissing,” Shadrach answered, trailing his mouth down Isaac’s jaw and neck.

Hands snagged his wrists and pinned them to the wall above his head.

Heat soared through Isaac as his muscles bunched against Shadrach’s hand.

One hand pinned both of Isaac’s wrists to the wall, and he shook with useless effort.

It should have been sobering to realize he was totally at a demon’s mercy.

Instead, it was a relief.

Whatever happened next, he wasn’t responsible.

He couldn’t be punished for something that wasn’t his fault, could he?

Whether he wanted it or not was immaterial—and he did want it, maybe more than he’d ever wanted anything.

It didn’t make any sense, but Shadrach had been a maddening temptation since the moment Isaac saw him.

Whatever this was, he wanted more. At least for now.

It was better to experience this once than not at all.

Shadrach’s teeth scraped across his pectoral, and then his mouth sealed around a nipple, sucking and flicking with his tongue until Isaac was panting, arching in a desperate bid for friction against his aching cock.

“Shadrach,” Isaac pleaded, flexing his arms again.

The demon’s velvet chuckle filled his ears. He trailed biting kisses up his chest and over to his armpit, burying his nose in it and inhaling deeply.

“Goddamn, you smell so good,” he murmured. When he raised his head, his black eyes were heavy-lidded. He kissed Isaac again, open-mouthed and deep, burying his tongue in his mouth like he wanted to plant roots and never leave.

Isaac moaned—and gasped when a strong hand cupped his hardness, curling around his length and pumping slowly.

“You like that, killer?” Shadrach crooned. “Do you like when I touch you?”

Isaac’s head fell back against the tile. “Yes.” He closed his eyes, canting his hips to thrust into the textured circle of Shadrach’s fingers. But Shadrach stopped abruptly, circling his base in a painfully tight grip that made his thighs quiver with need. “What?—”

“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me. I want you to face who you’re doing this with.”

Isaac whimpered, but Shadrach was mercilessly unmoving until his eyes fluttered open. His chest rose and fell with breathless pants, and when his eyes met Shadrach’s, everything else fell away.

“I could never forget who I’m doing this with,” he said baldly. It was far more honest than he was comfortable being, but Shadrach pulled it out of him somehow. Like simply being in his presence drew a thread around his heart—a thread that tugged on all the deepest, most hidden parts of himself.

Shadrach’s eyes glittered. “Good.” And then he released Isaac’s wrists and sank to his knees, stripping Isaac’s cock with his hand a few times before sucking the tip into his mouth.

Isaac groaned, carding his fingers into Shadrach’s dripping hair.

The shower spray was hitting him across the shoulder and back, and his expensive clothes were ruined.

But he only had eyes for Isaac, gazing up at him as he began to bob his head, taking Isaac deeper inch by inch into his mouth and down his throat.

He swallowed around Isaac’s length, internal muscles squeezing around him, and Isaac hissed, digging his fingers into Shadrach’s shoulder.

He’d never had much interest in sex before.

The fight, the blood, was always what he craved.

The few times he’d bothered trying to find release with another person, he’d found it more off-putting than pleasurable.

Letting himself be vulnerable with someone he barely knew? That wasn’t his idea of a good time.

But this . Something about Shadrach made him shed those carefully constructed walls. Maybe it was the fact that he was a demon, or that he’d already seen Isaac at his absolute worst, both in reality and in his own mind. It didn’t feel like being vulnerable. It felt like being free .

He was so distracted by the hot, slick tunnel of his mouth and throat that he barely noticed when Shadrach slipped a hand further back, massaging his sac, his taint, and then stopping at his hole.

Isaac’s breath stalled as he waited. Shadrach’s dark eyes studied his face intently, and whatever he saw there must have been encouraging, because he slowly worked one finger inside.

The hot burn sizzled and sparkled through him, and his knees shook with the effort of holding him upright.

“Oh, God,” he murmured, and Shadrach moaned in approval.

It was too much. He was burning from within, filled and swallowed.

Shadrach was pulling him completely apart piece by piece, finding all the parts he’d never shown the light of day before.

Some kind of animal noise was coming from his mouth, and Shadrach’s free hand clung so hard to his thigh he was certain he would have a band of bruises later.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe Shadrach’s blood would heal that, too.

A second finger squeezed in with the first, and Isaac couldn’t hold back anymore. Rutting into Shadrach’s mouth and back on his thick fingers, Isaac wailed as he came, his vision whiting out and his body trembling as he painted Shadrach’s throat with his seed.

Shadrach drank every drop, milking him dry and sucking him clean, and then he took Isaac’s hips, guiding him to turn around. With a confused grunt, Isaac went, bracing his hands on the tile. When Shadrach used his thumbs to pry Isaac’s cheeks apart, his face flushed with heat.

Shadrach licked him, from his sac to the top of his crack, and then speared his tongue straight into Isaac’s hole. A shocked moan spilled from his lips.

“Had to taste you,” Shadrach said, his voice barely audible over the pounding water. “Wanted to taste you for so long.”

Isaac’s softened cock gave a valiant twitch. He was too tired to get it up again, surely. He’d been held captive and starved. But if Shadrach kept going, it might not take as long as he expected.

Shadrach alternated between his tongue and his fingers, using one to massage and the others to thrust in deep, grazing his prostate with maddening accuracy, until Isaac was canting back into it, his body begging for more even though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it right now.

When Shadrach stood, gathering Isaac into his arms, he turned Isaac’s head and kissed him long and deep, a drugging sort of thing that had his eyes rolling back in his head. He pressed his hips back, and Shadrach’s cock lined up against his crease.

“Mm,” Shadrach moaned, reaching between them.

A moment later, the fat head of his cock pressed against Isaac’s hole. It didn’t push inside, but it teased with pressure and heat, giving Isaac just a taste of what he could have.

“You feel so good, killer,” Shadrach said, his hands roaming the slick plane of Isaac’s body. “I want to be inside you so bad.”

Isaac wanted it, too. He wanted to push back against Shadrach until the hard rod of his cock tunneled inside.

He wanted to feel the burn, like fireworks behind his eyes.

His spine arched—Shadrach’s fingers fluttered down it as though he couldn’t resist touching—and their hips rocked together, mimicking the motions of sex.

It wasn’t enough for Shadrach to ease inside, but the pressure against his hole was almost perfect.

Fingers curled around his throat, reeling him back against Shadrach’s chest. Isaac clung to his hips as they kissed, off-center and sloppy.

“I’m going to go get something,” Shadrach breathed against his mouth. “And you’re going to stay right here until I get back.”

Sharp awareness cut through Isaac, and he hid it by leaning in for another lingering kiss to Shadrach’s inviting mouth. Shadrach’s other hand trailed up into Isaac’s long hair, tangling in the strands and wringing the water from it.

“Be right back,” Shadrach murmured, lips brushing Isaac’s, and then he disappeared.

Without Shadrach at his back, a rush of cold hit Isaac.

What the fuck was he doing?

He turned around, his gaze landing on the fresh clothing in the dressing area. He was alone. Shadrach had said there was no one else in the building, and now Shadrach was gone. Maybe he was just in the next room, but could Isaac really let the chance to escape pass him by? He might not get another.

Fuck. He’d almost let that demon inside him. What was he thinking? What was wrong with him? He had to get the hell out of here before they completely turned his head around. He’d lost his way, and he needed to find his way back to the right path.

Heart pounding, he lunged from the shower, wrenching the clothes on without drying off first, and shoved his bare feet into his sneakers. His hair soaked the collar of his shirt as he shoved open the bathroom door, looking around wildly.

The building was completely empty. He couldn’t believe it.

Racing to the front door, he slammed into it—and it didn’t budge.

“Fuck!” His shoulder smarted. Turning the lock, he yanked it open and rushed out into the warm night air.