Page 45 of Wicked (Dark Delights #5)

Neither of them moved for a little while, half-naked and kneeling in a cemetery. Isaac slipped the dirt-caked stake out of the wrist strap and let it fall. The plug still vibrated quietly in the grass beside them, forgotten.

Studying the side of his face, Shadrach hitched his hips forward as he pulled Isaac’s back, and Isaac gave a quiet little moan. He did it again, and again, working back up to a steady rhythm.

“Are you hard again already?” Isaac whined, writhing back against him.

“Mm-hm. I’m always hard for you, killer. Do you think you have one more in you?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Shadrach’s hands roamed his body, guiding his hips back to meet his slow, grinding thrusts.

One hand curled around his throat, and he arched into it, embracing the heat that burned through him and the incredible soreness of his weary body.

Shadrach’s teeth kneaded his shoulder, and his stomach swooped, his cock filling for the third time.

God, it felt so good it hurt , his body pushed to the very edge and dragged into oblivion by Shadrach’s expert touch.

“Please, please,” he moaned, his body so tense he thought he might shatter. He didn’t even know what he was asking for. More, less, it didn’t matter. He trusted Shadrach would know and give it to him.

“I’ve got you, killer,” Shadrach purred, curling strong fingers around his cock.

It didn’t take long for Isaac to come for the third time, sweating and twitching. Barely any cum dripped from his cock, and he clawed at Shadrach’s thigh, a strangled noise leaving him as fresh ropes of Shadrach’s cum coated his insides.

Panting, Isaac said, “No more.”

Shadrach chuckled, stroking his bared throat. “You’d let me if I wanted to.”

He would. He couldn’t deny Shadrach anything, but fortunately for him, the feeling was mutual. Shadrach wouldn’t push if Isaac asked him not to. It didn’t feel necessary to respond with as much, though. Instead, he turned his head and captured Shadrach’s smiling mouth.

“You can have more after I clean up and have a nap,” he promised. “Take me home?”

Shadrach’s dark eyes glittered with satisfaction at the words. They’d only been living together for a few weeks, and it still felt like a novelty.

“Of course. Stand for me.”

Shadrach helped him stand on wobbly legs and, still on his knees, he pulled Isaac’s jeans and boxer briefs up, pressing a kiss to Isaac’s dirt-streaked hip.

When Shadrach was on his feet, Isaac swayed into him.

Shadrach removed the strap between his wrists, wrapped his arms around Isaac, and kissed his hair as the world dissolved around them.

They appeared in the bathroom. Their apartment was dark and quiet, and Isaac began to peel his dirty clothes off as the water in the bathtub turned on.

He couldn’t see anything in the absolute darkness of the apartment, but a moment later a soft yellow light clicked on, revealing Shadrach standing by the sink.

One of the first things Isaac had done was buy some basic nightlights and plug them into the outlets in each room.

Without ambient light coming in through a window when the lights were out, the basement penthouse was pitch black.

Shadrach could see in the dark, but Isaac didn’t have the luxury.

The nightlights in the kitchen and living room kept him from stubbing his toes in various locations.

Shadrach had plans for motion sensor light strips around the baseboard—whatever the hell that was—but for now, the cheap lights worked well enough.

He’d stuck one in the bathroom, too, but it wasn’t always on.

In moments like this, though, when they wanted a light but not the brightness of the overhead, it was handy.

“Sore?” Shadrach asked as he strolled over, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Less now than I was.” The wonder of Shadrach’s blood never ceased. It did nothing for the dirt, dried sweat, and congealing cum, though. Hence, the bath.

Shadrach stepped into the bath and helped Isaac in after him. He sat between Shadrach’s legs and leaned back, letting the water’s heat seep into his cold limbs with a soft groan.

After a while, Shadrach asked, “So, Canada, better or worse than that time in New York City? ”

New York had been fun. With the added element of crowds of people and the general maze-like nature of the city, Isaac had been able to avoid Shadrach for much longer.

He’d gotten away once by slipping into a subway train right before the doors shut.

Shadrach had eventually caught up to him in a nightclub, where Isaac had hoped the darkness and chaos would camouflage him. The whole chase had taken hours.

“Depends,” Isaac finally said. “Canada was fun because you caught me faster, and we were more alone. New York was fun because the chase lasted so much longer.”

“I’m pretty sure those people thought you owed me money or something,” Shadrach said, hiding his snorting laugh in the curve of Isaac’s neck.

“It was nice of them to ask me if I was okay,” Isaac said, grinning. “It’s your own damn fault for grabbing me at the bar the way you did.”

“You took a subway from Queens to Brooklyn. It took me forever to find you. I didn’t want to risk you slipping away again.”

“Does that mean I won New York?”

“Oh no,” Shadrach drawled. “I definitely won New York. The way I had you whimpering in that private room, begging for my cock.” He groaned.

“Maybe that was all part of my plan,” Isaac said loftily.

And it certainly had been. His goal was always to keep away from Shadrach until he was feral with need.

Isaac loved it when he was frustrated and aggressive, ending their chase with a kind of hungry retribution that punished Isaac for daring to run for so long.

Shadrach chuckled. “I believe that, yes. I think you got exactly what you wanted that night and every other. ”

“Mm-hm.” He wouldn’t agree to keep doing it if he didn’t love every second of it.

Shadrach soaped up a washcloth and ran it over Isaac’s skin, carefully washing every inch and lingering teasingly between his legs.

Isaac smiled, his eyes drifting closed and letting Shadrach touch him however he wanted.

His cock was as tired as the rest of him.

Eventually he moved on, abandoning the washcloth and using his hands to roam, his touch soothing away all the excitement from earlier and leaving Isaac a puddle against his chest.

“I’m so glad you came back that day, Isaac.” He so rarely used Isaac’s real name.

Isaac opened his eyes, tipping his head back to meet his warm, black gaze.

“Me, too.” And it was true. He couldn’t imagine his life without Shadrach.

If Talon hadn’t kidnapped him that day, they never would have met.

He would still be at the guild, living only for the next hunt, bowing to the whims of Sloan and Hawley.

He didn’t know what would happen next. The paladins would retaliate for what he did to Hawley.

Despite their attempts at teaching him, he’d never been good at having faith in what he couldn’t see, but he had to believe Ira was right, that all of this was happening for a reason.

No matter what the future held, he would have Shadrach.

He could face anything with the demon by his side.

It was funny how things worked out. A demon was his salvation, and he’d fight like hell to protect this new life they were building together.