Page 85 of Sharpen Your Claws

“Keep telling me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” He leaned over Nicholas, bringing their hips together. They released a shared moan, hips thrusting, feeling their cocks rub against their stomachs.

“Kiss me,” Nicholas demanded. William caught his moaning lips. He ran his tongue along the roof of the fae’s mouth. “Use your cock to make me cum,” he panted.

He guided Nicholas onto his stomach, where he let Nicholas catch his breath. He kissed gently along his back, letting his cock glide between Nicholas’ cheeks. The fae pressed his hips back to meet him, grinding, then William spread him. He pressed against Nicholas’ entrance, enticing a low groan. That groan became a whimper of William’s name when he buried himself to the hilt. Nicholas caught his silver hand to bring to his lips. He took a finger into his mouth, sucking and licking, making William think of how his cock felt in his mouth. He pulled out and brought his hips down hard. Nicholas moaned, and that was all he could handle.

He fucked Nicholas hard, savoring the heat suffocating his cock. Nothing compared to the feeling of Nicholas’ body beneath his, withering from their shared pleasure. He caught Nicholas’ wrist behind his back, holding tight. The fae moaned into the pillows, body mercilessly rocked by William’s ruthless penetrations.

“Harder. Please, my wicked, fuck me harder.” Nicholas whimpered when William brought his hand down on his ass.

William had the abrupt urge to devour him. He leaned down to bite Nicholas’ shoulder. When he looked up, he fell into the lust of Nicholas’ eyes. The fae’s lips parted in a low cry that grew louder with every feverish thrust of his hips and the slapping of his hand against Nicholas’ backside.

William couldn’t get enough of him, his voice, his taste, his body. He couldn’t stop biting Nicholas’ shoulders, couldn’t cease the mad thrusting of his hips, couldn’t stop himself from yanking on Nicholas’ hair until his neck craned and body shook. His voice crescendoed, beautiful and intoxicating.

“Wait,” Nicholas gasped, and he somehow had the mind to stop. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

Kissing the back of his neck, he departed from Nicholas’ glorious heat. Nicholas rolled onto his back to lean against the headboard. With Nicholas’ ankles in his hands, spreading him far, William didn’t wait to continue their fucking.

“You look incredible getting fucked,” William moaned. Nicholas’ beauty was unrivaled, unfair enough to drive one wild.

“You’re welcome to fuck me as often as you like.” Nicholas grabbed his arousal, pumping himself in time with Williams’ thrusts. He was utterly transfixed by the sight of William’s cock entering him. “Mm, I’m nearly there. Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I missed being inside you. You feel fucking amazing.”

Nicholas gasped when he pulled out and slammed back in. His body rocked against the headboard, nothing but a shivering mess for his hips to abuse. Then he clenched around William’s cock, hand not stopping as cum spilled over his fingertips.

“Don’t pull out,” he moaned. “Cum inside of me.”

If William had any resolve left, it snapped in the face of Nicholas’ pleas. The unrivaled bliss between them, Nicholas’ warmth suffocating him, his scent and the taste of his sweat. William’s orgasm rocked him, sending his hips into a short frenzy that had Nicholas crying out his name. They fell to the bed, heaving for breath, stinking of sex and clinging to each other, kissing, holding like they were starved of attention all their lives.

Nicholas’ eyes were the brightest fuchsia they had ever been. He wanted to drown in them, for them to drown together. At least there, with the world far away, there would be nothing to break them apart, nothing to worry over.

But after Nicholas fell asleep, William slipped out of bed. He had questions, and he needed answers.

He made plenty of foolish decisions in his life. Traversing the halls of Sorrows Well to visit Alvina alone may have been the worst.

The elder fae slept in her nest, awakened by the brush of his feet on the floor. She sat defensively until she realized who visited. A human wasn’t a threat, even in her ruined state. Cackling, Alvina planted her back against the earthen wall. Her eyes inspected him, an ant beneath a child’s magnifying glass. She could burn him for entertainment.

“You’ve come to visit me alone. Are you brave or foolish?” she asked.

Foolish, though he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of answering truthfully.

“Can he be saved?” he asked instead.

Nicholas shared how Alvina was always curious about shades, so much so that she unintentionally brought Fearworn back to life. If anyone had answers, if anyone had any conceivable path to take, it would be her. Unfortunately.

Alvina had no sweetness to her smile, only pure cruelty. “No shade has.”

“But that doesn’t mean none ever will.”

Alvina leaned forward like a predator prepared to strike. Her eyes caught the fading blue light, reflected like flames. “Laurent warned me about you, Nicholas’ obsession, a mortal medic. What did you do to get him caught in your web?”

He kept a fair distance from her. His gun had iron bullets, if he couldn’t run, though he doubted that would do much to her. “After studying Fearworn, what do you genuinely believe? Is Nicholas doomed to follow in his footsteps?”

Alvina clasped her hands in her lap. “I believe you both are doomed, he to obsess over you, and you to lose yourself to that obsession.”

He didn’t want to hear that, and he had been a fool to seek Alvina out. She wouldn’t comfort him, wouldn’t promise that the path they walked was the right one and, if she had answers, she wouldn’t have shared. He was too desperate to find any answer, anything that would tell him, with surety, that he and Nicholas could last forever without leading to their mutual destruction. Or the destruction of the other people he so loved.

Still, he tried because that’s what desperation did, bring us all to utter ruin. “If I were to stay with him, would it make him worse or could we live together?”

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