Page 200 of Shadowman
I’ve been holding back from asking Trevel about himself and his past. Trying to keep my distance, because I felt like it would preserve the mystery, and keep this thing casual.
The less I know about him, the more I can keep telling myself it’s just about the sex.
But lately, it’s been shifting. The sex has been coming to life; growing a heartbeat. It’s real now, a living, breathing organism bred between us. I don’t know what that means, but I can’t help feeling the tiniest twinge of excitement amidst the fear.
Last night, we kissed. And I mean,kissed. A lot. Deep and hot and…God, so good.A makeout session that led not to sex, but to us falling asleep tangled in one another. And it’s freaking me out, because if the physical stuff is changing… what does that mean for the rest of it?
What are we doing? Are we really just cellmates in prison who fuck and cuddle and make out? Is that even a thing??
And if we’re becoming more, shouldn’t I know more about him?Like why he freaks out and chokes me in his sleep?
It’s later in the day, and we’ve yet to be brought anywhere, so we’re kind of just lounging in bed.Mybed. Trevel is curled around me, and despite knowing I should probably get up, I can’t make myself break this spell. It’s too warm, too comfortable, too… nice.
It worries me how good this feels.
A chuckle rumbles into my chest from his, which obviously means he’s no longer dozing.
“What?” I ask, still playing with his silky black strands.
“Nothing,” he breathes peacefully. “Just remembering your whole‘this won’t be a cuddlefest’speech.”
I pull a scowl to disguise the grin. “Fuck off.”
“Such a sweet talker,” he growls, suddenly shifting. He rolls over, pinning me to the mattress, his hand rushing up my barechest. In an instant, my heart is flying. “Tell me more about how this is just to pass the time, needy boy…”
A whimper leaves me, against my will, as he drags his crotch between my legs. And again, like a reflex, my legs are spreading for him.
It’s absolutely wild, but he brings out this yearning in me I never knew was there. Buzzing for the hurt, desperate to be overpowered and controlled, while still being able to control him…Is that a thing?
I guess we’re just versatile, in our sex and our kinks. And I like it.
I like our back and forth.The power struggle is… exhilarating.
I don’t think I stand a chance of resisting this. I wanted it outside of prison… Inside? I’m fuckingferalfor it.
Trevel’s lips fall to my throat, peppering it with kisses accompanied by the wordmine. I’m all too prepared to get slutty, when a noise up the row signals someone, most likely one of the Warden’s guards, coming in to cockblock.
Trevel whines, dropping his face into the crook of my neck, “Fuckin hell…” Chuckling, I rub his shoulders. “They may not make us stop if we’re mid-fuck.” He lifts his head to peek down at me, cocking a dark brow.
“As tempting as that sounds, I think we gave more than enough of a show in the showers the other day,” I hum.
“You liked that,” he croons. “I know you did.”
I can feel a flush creeping up my neck into my cheeks as I squirm beneath him. “Shut up. Get off me before I knee you in the balls…”
“God, baby… I love your hostility,” he sighs, pecking my jaw once, twice, thrice, before he reluctantly pulls off of me.
I roll my eyes at him, but my body is proving his point when I have to wait a few seconds to stand up because my dick is rock-solid.
We play innocent when one of the robot minions shows up, not that he cares what we were doing. He just drags us out for another silent excursion.
Making the trip I’ve made hundreds of times over the last three years, I’m up in my thoughts. Considering how much it’s all changed and wondering if this is the new normal.
Is this how it’s going to be… forever?
Anxiety is thrumming in my bloodstream as we approach a couple of the other new guards. They’re herding a small group of inmates in the direction we’re coming from, and my heart clunks aggressively when I see Luthor, shuffling along by himself.
Fuck.He looks so sad. It’s awful.
