Page 25 of Wicked (Dark Delights #5)

“Yes. I had a meeting with him tonight. He told me Sloan was sending two teams after you, and when he tried to stop me from going after them, I bashed his head against one of the pews.”

“Are you sure he was dead?”

Isaac gave him an affronted look. “You think I don’t know death when I see it?”

Shadrach chortled. “Fine, fine, I trust you.” He reached for Isaac.

“You probably shouldn’t,” Isaac replied, letting himself be reeled in. “I killed nine people tonight. I’m a spree killer.”

“Let’s not start comparing kill counts. And for the record, you’re my hero,” Shadrach corrected. “I don’t know what those rock things were, but they would’ve killed us. I could feel it.”

“Enochian stones,” Isaac said, but the rest of the explanation fell away as Shadrach leaned toward him, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t matter now.” Shadrach captured Isaac’s mouth in a biting kiss, teeth smarting against his bottom lip.

He gasped as Shadrach’s hands fell to his jeans, loosening them and pushing them down with his boxers, hands palming the swell of his ass.

“If you don’t tell me to slow down I’ll fuck you in this shower like I wanted to at the Rink. ”

Isaac’s fingers sank into Shadrach’s hair, pulling hard. “ Promise?”

An inhuman growl tripped out of him, and Shadrach’s arm wrapped around his back, lifting him off his feet and spinning them around. “Get in the shower.”

Isaac kicked off his sneakers and fumbled out of his jeans.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Shadrach, who peeled his expensive clothes off piece by piece, leaving it all where it fell.

His dark eyes roamed Isaac’s body intently, and it felt like being back in the Rink’s shower all over again, knowing Shadrach was watching every minute flex of muscle.

He was in the gaze of a predator, and it was exhilarating.

He pulled the shower door open without looking away and stepped inside, waiting for Shadrach to join him.

The water was just this side of too hot, steam billowing up through the air and dampening his skin even before he stepped under the spray.

He tugged his forgotten hair-tie out of his hair and tossed it over the top of the shower wall, to a quiet snort from the demon on the other side.

When Shadrach stepped inside the shower with him, gloriously naked, the walls seemed to curl around them, drawing them together.

Shadrach was a beautiful man, long and lean and alabaster white.

He was athletic, but less bulky than Isaac.

His raven black hair was faded on the sides and longer on top, the swoop in front falling just shy of his eyebrow.

Isaac barely had time to take a breath before Shadrach was on him, kissing him with both hands gripping his head.

It was dominating and possessive and everything he’d ever wanted.

Isaac opened like a flower for him, letting Shadrach’s tongue explore his mouth as the hot water washed the violence of the night from their skin.

Shadrach kissed him like he wanted to crawl inside him.

“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love it,” Shadrach said. “When we get out of the shower, I’ll spread you out and take my time with you. But right now I just have to have you.”

Isaac burned from within, his cock hard and heavy with need between his legs. “Yes, yes, please.”

“Turn around.”

His body was on fire as he turned, pressing his forehead to the cool shower wall. He waited in anticipation of Shadrach’s touch and the burst of pleasure that would soon follow, but… it didn’t come. Instead, gentle fingers trailed down his spine.

“You have blood here, too,” Shadrach said, his tone unreadable.

Isaac remembered the bite of the metal buckle against his skin. He pushed away from the wall, backing into the spray, and Shadrach’s hands helped wash away the red.

“He hurt you.” His voice was laced with a growl, polyphonic and unnatural.

“And then I killed him,” Isaac said. “He planned to do worse, I think. But he didn’t get the chance.”

“Worse how?”

Isaac shook his head. “Don’t make me tell it right now. I don’t want to think about him. I want to stay here with you.”

Shadrach plastered himself against Isaac’s back, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other curling around his throat, guiding his head back against Shadrach’s shoulder. “Good. Stay with me. Stay with me forever.”

A human couldn’t have forever, but Isaac wanted to promise whatever he could. If he was doomed to Hell anyway, he was damn sure going to enjoy the ride down. “As long as I’m able,” he rasped.

Shadrach’s hands disappeared for a moment, but he didn’t go far, mouthing kisses down Isaac’s neck and biting the meat of his shoulder.

Pain sparkled behind his eyes, and he moaned loudly.

When Shadrach’s hands returned, one flattened against his chest while the other dropped between their bodies, pressing slick and warm against his hole.

Isaac’s breath left him in a rush, and a shiver of excitement rippled down his spine.

“Have you ever done this before?” Shadrach asked. “Let someone inside you?”

“No.” But he wanted to. He wanted to feel taken, consumed, wanted to give himself over wholly, at least for a little while, and let someone else call the shots for him.

He couldn’t undo the sins he’d committed tonight, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

If that made him a monster, so be it. He was in good company, and for the first time in his life, he felt free.

It was hard to cling to the hard-learned piety when Shadrach’s hands felt so good.

If he was truly meant for Hell, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Shadrach by his side.

Shadrach slapped his face. From this angle, it wasn’t hard enough to jerk his head to one side, but it was still enough to sting.

All his spiraling thoughts screeched to a halt at the sharp prickles of pain on his cheek.

His body unlocked—when had he gone still?

—and he raised a hand to his face, feeling the heat on his cheek and an answering pool of it in his gut.

He turned his head to look at Shadrach over his shoulder, who was studying him intently.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but stop it,” Shadrach said darkly. “Focus on me.”

“You hit me,” he said blankly.

“I did. Did you like it?”

Isaac swallowed. “I did. ”

Shadrach grinned. “I thought so. You like pain, right?”

“Certain kinds of pain, yes.”

“Yes,” Shadrach purred. “I know all about the good kind of pain. The bad kind, too, but don’t worry, I won’t be using any of that with you.

” His other hand returned to Isaac’s hole, massaging for a moment and then pressing mercilessly inside.

He moved slow, as though to give Isaac’s body time to adjust, but he didn’t stop until it was up to the knuckle.

Isaac panted into the steamy air, the water drumming on his aching cock.

“You say you haven’t done this before,” Shadrach murmured low in his ear, wiggling his finger just slightly. “Have you fucked before?”

“No. Never had an interest— fuck .” Shadrach’s finger slid out and tunneled back in, slow and deep, over and over. Isaac’s back arched, his thighs tensing.

“But you like this. You like when it feels like too much. You like when it hurts.”

Isaac whined, trying to cant his hips back. He needed more, needed Shadrach to move faster or harder. Something. “Yes, yes, I do,” he said impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me. Just hurry up already!”

Shadrach chuckled. “Goddamn, you’re going to be so much fun.

” Without warning, he pushed a second finger in with the first, and the burn rolled up Isaac’s spine.

Twisting his wrist to and fro, he fucked Isaac in earnest with his fingers, and Isaac couldn’t stop the crazed noises from leaving him, rocking back to meet each thrust and chasing the hot, building pleasure in his gut.

But he didn’t want to come on Shadrach’s fingers.

He wanted to come with Shadrach inside him.

“Enough, enough, I’m ready,” he said in a rush, trying to pull away, but Shadrach’s other arm kept him pinned against his body.

“I’ll know when you’re ready,” Shadrach promised. “You’ve never done this before, and there’s a difference between hurting you for fun and damaging you because I was too impatient.”

“I have your blood in me,” Isaac said, and his face flushed at the words, like that was somehow more intimate than what his fingers were currently doing. “I’ll heal, won’t I?”

Shadrach paused, studying him. He looked… tempted.

“Just fuck me,” Isaac whispered, leaning in and kissing him.

“Please just fuck me. Let me feel you. I need to feel something.” He’d felt unmoored since the moment he killed Hawley.

His whole world had shifted like loose sand under his feet.

Within moments, everything had changed. He could never go back, and now he had nothing. Nothing but Shadrach.

Strong hands pushed him face-first against the wall. “I’ll make you feel something, killer, don’t you worry.”

His uncut cock notched against Isaac’s hole.

Aided only by the lube left behind by his fingers, Shadrach squeezed inside his body an inch at a time.

The burn was incredible, bright and searing behind his eyes, and his forehead pressed against the wall, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on the tile.

Shadrach gave him no quarter, just as he asked, pushing against the tight resistance of his body until he was rooted in deep.

They both panted, and Isaac trembled. He was a leaf, and the wind threatened to carry him away to the unknown—until Shadrach’s hands settled on his overheated skin, stroking and soothing and drawing him back into a warm embrace.

“I’ve got you, killer,” he said, low and melodic. His hips hitched, grinding his cock in deeper, and Isaac’s breath stalled.

“Please, please,” he whispered.

A strong hand fit around his throat, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw, as Shadrach began to move, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in.

The motion rocked Isaac’s body against the wall, and his mind went beautifully, blessedly blank.

There was no fear of consequence or punishment here, no worry about his uncertain future.

Just the slick slide of Shadrach’s body guiding his toward the distant light of pleasure.

Something in him recognized Shadrach. He was a kindred spirit, a protector, one worthy of trust. He would’ve sounded crazy if he said any of it aloud to someone, but on a primal level, he knew.

There was no fighting this connection. He was always meant to wind up here, anchored in the safe harbor of Shadrach’s arms.

“That’s it, killer, just let go,” Shadrach said raggedly, like he could feel Isaac’s acceptance of this strange, dark connection.

“Let go and let me take it. Let me take all of it. You’re mine no matter what.

No matter who you kill, no matter what you do.

” His hands fell to Isaac’s hips, gripping hard as he slammed into his body, the wet slap of skin filling the air with broken moans and sharp gasps.

“Nothing will ever take you from me. You’re mine forever. ”

“Oh God,” Isaac gasped. His orgasm was approaching, drawing his body tight, tingling in his sac. “Oh God oh God oh God?—”

“If you come before I do, I’m not stopping,” Shadrach snarled.

“Oh fuck, Shad, please, please, I need to.” He fell forward, curling an arm against the wall and resting his head on his forearm. Shadrach’s grip was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Do it,” Shadrach said. “Just be ready to hang on until I fill you up.”

“ Please ,” he sobbed. He couldn’t hold it off. Heat exploded under his skin, his vision whited out, and he screamed , clawing at the tile as his cock jerked, untouched. Streaks of cum coated the tile, and he whined, squirming in Shadrach’s punishing grip.

As promised, Shadrach didn’t stop, but he did slow down, chuckling in Isaac’s ear as he drew him back into his arms once more. “That good, killer?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He craned his head to look at Shadrach. “You haven’t come yet.”

A dark chuckle rolled down his spine. “Nope.”

Isaac closed his eyes, exhausted and shivery. If every time was like this, he was going to need some practice. And sleep. And maybe a power bar. But this was exactly what he’d wanted. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.