Page 42 of The Nephilim's Touch
He mewls and pushes back, slamming into me. I smack his ass for that, then pick up the pace. Neither of us seems to have the patience for slow and sensual tonight. My balls ram against his ass with each thrust. We’re a sweaty mess, grunting and moaning.
“Don’t fucking stop.” Van’s head drops to the mattress again and bounces his ass on my cock. I grip his hips and pump into him, using his rhythm.
My balls draw up. “Gonna come.”
Van pulls off me, making my knees tremble, when he spins around and hangs his head off the bed. “I want every last drop. Come down my throat.”
“How can I say no to that?”
Van jerks himself as he sucks my cock. His hips stutter at the same time I shout out my release. I fall forward, panting,breathing in his scent. No doubt getting some cum in my hair in the process, but I don’t care.
“Mmmm, angel, that was a good surprise. You can fuck my ass any day.” His tail wiggles as if to agree.
I press kisses to his chest and push back to my feet.
“Don’t leave.”
“I just wanna clean you up a bit.” Though his cum streaked stomach is such a turn on my cock tries to rally. He lets me go and I grab a clean washrag and run it under some warm water.
He watches me, seemingly in awe, as I wipe up his stomach, licking a bit of cum before cleaning him up. He lets me wipe the lube from his crack. Before I can do anything else, he pulls me into him.
“You’re too good to me,” Van mumbles into my hair.
“I don’t think that’s a thing.” He deserves everything.
“For me it is.” Van kisses my temple and we settle into bed. I’d forgotten all about the busy night and when it tries to keep me awake, he kisses my cheek and pulls me closer.
16
VAN
Four hundred andeighty hours left on my count down. I’ve been with Gabe for twenty days. Eleven days left to live if I don’t get my shit together.
“Stop scratching,” Pike says. The look of horror when flecks of my skin fall onto the bar top makes me laugh.
“It itches.”
“Go somewhere else to scratch it, then. I don’t need your crusties on my bar.”
“Might appeal to a certain kind of clientele, though.” I scratch again.
“Not ones I want. Shoo!” Pike literally waves his hands as if to shoo me away.
“Fine. Fine.” I shoot my shot of HellFire and watch Gabe smile at that dumbass Domhnall. I have to wonder if he always smiles at the gargoyle when I’m not around. I shouldn’t be jealous. Gabe isn’t mine. Not yet, I don’t think, but I want him to be.
I make my way to the couch Frankie plays on and take up residence there. I didn’t want to stay at the apartment. I’d dustedthe entire place two days ago, and done a few other chores, and I’m bored. There’s nothing to do.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Someone I don’t recognize saunters over and shimmies up beside me on the couch. “Haven’t seen you for a while. I’ve missed your big cock. Wanna go for a round out back? Or on the roof?” He walks his fingers up my arm and I pull away.
“Sorry, my heart’s been taken.” Even as I say the words, I know them to be true. Gabe has my heart.
The stranger pouts and his shoulders drop. He looks positively devastated. “He’s a lucky man, then.” He squeezes my arm. “Because your cock is a dream.” He sighs and pushes to his feet. “Guess I’ll just have to keep playing with others. Find someone else to fulfill my dreams.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. You’re a catch.” And I mean it, I really do. I may not remember him, because I’m an asshole, but he’s worthy of finding a partner better than I could be for him.
“You’d think it’d be easy. But no.” His hips sway gently as he walks up to the bar. I can’t hear what Gabe says, but the guy instantly grins wide and his entire attitude changes. That’s just what Gabe does. He makes people happy.
The telltale flash of energy that’s my brother shimmers in the air before he teleports. Wick watches me watch Gabe before scooting in and siting next to me. “You love him, don’t you?”
