Page 60 of From the Shadows
And Shay meant every goddamn word.
Shay was a lifeline for Diego.Both in the literal sense with them being blood-tied and providing Diego with enough energy to not only keep him alive, but to sustain him. Then there was in the mental sense. He put his trust in Diego. Told him he was certain he would never hurt anyone in his group, even if Cristobal ordered it.
But what about other people? If Cristobal told him to slaughter a room full of humans, would he do it? Would he drain their blood and leave them lifeless husks? No. Of that he was pretty confident. Shay was the only one who could sustain him now. He wasn’t sure what another human’s blood would do to him, but he did know he no longer had any desire to partake.
He snuggled closer to Shay, whose arms tightened, even in sleep. How amazing was it that he didn’t always have to be strong? That he could lean on his friends and know they had him? Had he ever had that in his life? His family, at least what he could remember, was a big, raucous group where it was easy to feel left out. As one of thirteen kids, Diego often felt adrift. It was part of the reason he joined the military. Well, that and he was kind of forced into it because they needed bodies to throw at yet another war.
Diego realized it then. They were at war once more. This time with Cristobal and his army. Sadly, their team was far smaller, but much more tight-knit, and they weren’t mind-controlled puppets. He had to be strong. Stronger than Cristobal. He needed to show that he wasn’t afraid and that he’d never give in, no matter what.
“Why are you thinking so hard?” Shay murmured, trailing his fingers over Diego’s chest.
Diego ran a hand over Shay’s head. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now. Do you need me?”
He was hungry, and that vein hadn’t gone away, but Shay had to know he was more than a source of sustenance.
“No, but thank you. I’m okay. Get some rest.”
Shay grabbed his arm and twisted it, showing off the blue vein, stark against the pale skin. “This tells me you’re lying to me.”
“I’m fine. I dealt with it for hundreds of years. I can ignore it for a few hours.”
There was a sigh as Shay stood on the bed, his cock bobbing in front of Diego’s face. Shay reached out and cupped the back of his head and pulled him in. Diego resisted, at least until Shay growled out, “Open.”
That was hot. Diego opened his mouth, and Shay pressed his way inside, all the way to the back of Diego’s throat.
“Now suck it.”
Confident Shay was a turn-on. Diego had no doubt Shay would still be his usual self if Diego refused, but right now, he was too turned on—and hungry—to not follow instructions. He reached around and put his hands on Shay’s cheeks, kneading them. Soft,pillowy, and easy to grip, he pulled Shay in, laving his cock, swirling his tongue around the head, then going back down. Above him Shay whimpered, then tightened his grip and forced himself deeper.
“Take it all, Diego.” Then he whispered, “Please.”
He opened his throat, then took Shay all the way down, causing Shay to gasp and hold Diego’s head to his crotch. Diego didn’t mind at all. If this was what Shay needed, then Diego was happy to provide it.
When Shay withdrew slightly, Diego wondered what he was doing, until he thrust back in, his forehead smacking against Shay’s stomach. Each stroke, Shay pulled out a bit more, then slammed in forcefully, grunting as he did so. Diego knew how to get him off, but he had no lube, so instead he put a finger against the ring of Shay’s ass and tickled the hole, which had Shay keening as he shot down Diego’s throat. At the same time, Diego came hard, splattering the bed. His energy levels were once again stable, and Diego felt like he could go all night long.
But he needed to take care of Shay, who’d given everything and asked for nothing in return.
“Feel better?” he asked, licking the stray drops of come from his lips.
“Oh, fuck. So much. Let me take care of you.”
Diego held up a hand, showing off the strands of his own come strung out like a spiderweb between his fingers.
“Oh, that’s hot,” Shay growled, right before he reached down and pulled Diego’s hand to his mouth, then one by one sucked the digits clean. Diego widened his eyes, seeing Shay’s wanton expression. Why was it so damned sexy? When he was finished, Shay smiled at Diego. “Waste not, want not, as my mom always said.”
Tugging him back down on the bed, Diego wrapped Shay in his arms, loving the way their bodies fit together.
“We’re going to get through this, Diego. Together. As a family.”
And Diego wanted to believe Shay.
“How’s Jakar?”
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s not at all angry with you. He understands the compulsion, and to tell the truth, he was stunned when he foundout Cristobal was your sire. He said from everything he’d heard or read, it should have been impossible for you to deny him.”
Diego needed to strengthen his resolve, because he had no doubt Cristobal would try again. He would speak to Jakar, ask his opinion.
