Page 40 of Wicked (Dark Delights #5)

“Where are you?” Isaac moaned.

That got him moving again. He shed his clothes quickly, and when he was completely naked, he stepped closer, curling around Isaac and delighting in the way the man arched back against him, as though seeking as much skin to skin contact as possible.

Shadrach let his hands roam Isaac’s captive body, dipping down to stroke his leaking cock and then back up, smearing precum across his stomach.

He stopped at his nipples, brushing his thumbs teasingly over them before pinching.

Isaac’s moans were loud now, and for all the visitors he’d brought here, none had ever sounded so beautiful.

He writhed against Shadrach’s body, his whimpers unrestrained.

“How long do you think I could keep you like this?” Shadrach whispered in his ear. “Hours? All night?”

It took him a moment to find his voice. “I think I’d need a power bar if you did—oh, fuck , please, it’s too much.”

Shadrach chuckled. “Hang in there, killer. You’ve got more in you.”

And he waited. He used a clean knife to tease them both with shallow cuts on Isaac’s upper back, licking the blood away. He ground his own hard cock against the cleft of Isaac’s ass, using his hands and his mouth to keep Isaac on edge, teetering at the brink but never allowed to tip over.

When Isaac was gleaming with sweat, rattling the rings that restrained him and hoarsely bellowing for mercy, Shadrach gave it. He eased the plug from Isaac’s eager body and thrust inside, aided only by the lube from the plug. Isaac screamed, arching his back to take Shadrach deeper.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he moaned, moving as much as his prone position would allow. “Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, I need it. Make it hurt, Shadrach, please .”

Gripping his hair hard and shoving his chest against the frame, Shadrach pounded into him with a primal strength he knew Isaac could handle.

Isaac hollered, his body flexing as he tried to give as good as he took.

He was beautiful, a wild animal set free in the safe confines of Shadrach’s restraints.

He clawed at Isaac’s back, slapped his ass and thighs hard enough to leave handprints, pinched his nipples, and then grabbed him by the throat, hauling him back against his chest, pulling until his arms were taut, stretched as far as the tight straps would allow.

Isaac’s ragged moans vibrated against the palm of his hand, his head resting on Shadrach’s shoulder. “Yes, yes, more,” he pleaded.

“Goddamn, I love you,” Shadrach snarled, squeezing Isaac’s throat hard enough to cut off his air.

His free hand left claw marks down Isaac’s chest that faded in a handful of seconds.

He dragged his nails down his stomach and gripped his cock tight.

It was red with need, and Isaac nodded, unable to speak.

Shadrach redoubled his efforts, snapping his hips forward and stripped his length in a hard, fast rhythm.

“Mm—” Isaac grunted, and Shadrach loosened his grip just enough to let him suck down some much needed air. “Coming,” he said quickly. “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh God, oh God. ”

He screamed again as ropes of cum shot from his cock, his body convulsing around Shadrach’s length. Shadrach groaned, ducking his head and sinking his teeth into Isaac’s shoulder. Sweet blood flooded his mouth as he filled Isaac’s hot, fluttering hole with his seed.

For a few moments neither of them moved, Isaac slumped against him and trying to catch his breath. When Shadrach detached his mouth from the fresh wound, he slid the silk off Isaac’s head, and Isaac turned his head for a weak kiss. When they parted, Shadrach noted that his eyes were red.

“You okay, baby?” he purred, stroking Isaac’s stomach.

Isaac nodded. “What’d you call it last time?”

“Sub-drop.”

“Mm-hm. Bed?”

“Of course.” He loosened the wrist straps first, guiding Isaac to grip the frame while he handled the ankle straps so he wouldn’t lose his balance.

When he was free, Shadrach scooped him into his arms and carried him to the bedroom, where he tucked him under the blankets.

He fetched a warm washcloth, a bottle of water, and a power bar, and returned to the bedroom.

“Here. Just like you said,” he said, handing the food to Isaac and nudging his hip. “Roll over for me.”

Isaac chuckled. “You brought me a power bar.” He rolled onto his stomach, glancing over his shoulder curiously and grunting when Shadrach slid the washcloth over his skin, cleaning away cum, blood, and sweat.

“You don’t have to…”

“I know, killer,” Shadrach murmured, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “I want to.”

He gave himself a cursory wash, then tossed the washcloth in the hamper over in the corner and climbed under the blankets.

While Isaac ripped open the wrapper, Shadrach pulled him against his chest. Neither of them spoke while he ate, his head tilted in a way that let Shadrach feel the pulse of his jaw against his chest. He marveled at the contentment thrumming through him, gently combing his fingers through Isaac’s shoulder-length hair.

“Thanks for this. It was exactly what I needed.”

Shadrach preened. “I’m glad.”

When Isaac finished, he set the wrapper on the bedside table and turned to look at Shadrach seriously.

“What?” Shadrach asked.

“You said you loved me.”

Shadrach stilled. He traced his mind back to those intense moments in the other room. “I… I did, yeah.”

Isaac’s mossy green eyes were murky with uncertainty. “Did you mean it?”

He didn’t like admitting to such a thing. Doing so invited weakness. If Isaac knew how much he meant to Shadrach, he could use it against him. He was old enough to know better than to give anyone that kind of power over him.

But this was Isaac . If he couldn’t trust Isaac, what was the point in any of this?

“I do,” he finally said. “Is that okay?”

Isaac stared at him for a long, inscrutable moment. “Nobody’s ever loved me before.” His voice trembled, and Shadrach wanted to raze the world to the ground.

He reeled him in, squeezing Isaac against his chest. “I do. I always will. I was made to love you, killer. You’re mine no matter what, okay?”

Isaac clung to him and nodded fervently. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m glad.” He sat up suddenly, meeting Shadrach’s eyes. “Is it okay if I can’t say it back yet?”

Shadrach fought back a laugh, if only because he didn’t think it would be well received right now. “Of course it’s okay. Take all the time your fragile human brain needs.”

That cautious uncertainty fled from Isaac’s expression at that, and he swatted Shadrach even as he laid back down against him. “Ass.”

“Your ass, though.”

Isaac was quiet for a beat, then softly said, “Yeah. Mine.”