Chapter Four
"Shaw!" I screamed, already chasing the ball of fire as it hit the adjacent wall, Shaw with it.
I almost didn't register the pain to my scalp as I was jerked from my pursuit by the hair of my head. Without thought, I latched on to the arm connected to the hand in my hair and twisted, hard, bending and spinning. My hair was released as I came up and the arm was jerked from my hand before I could hit the elbow and break it.
"You selfish prick!" The dirty, crazed looking fairy from the warehouse screamed, blue sparks of power building in his hands.
Just barely managing to get my bearings and pop out before he hit me with a blast of energy, I popped up behind him, dragging my claws across the man's chest over his shoulder, as I see Shaw emerge from the ball of fire, his muta form in place.
If I wasn't in the middle of dealing with that fucking fairy, I would have gawked. He looked like every action star I'd ever seen emerging from a burning wall of whatever he'd destroyed in the background. He was magnificent, and maybe I did get a little distracted, because the hygiene deficient fairy spun, hand coming up as he stepped back, blue dancing along his palm and forearm.
I kicked out, nailing him right in the sternum, satisfied to hear the definite pop, pop, pop of it separating from his ribs. He flew backward, but his blast hit me in the shoulder, driving me sideways and over the wall of the roof. I popped out of thin air and back onto the roof, falling hard against the surface as Shaw let out a terrifying growl and lunged for the downed fairy, grabbing one of his hands as it shot out, already powered up, and crumpling the thing like a piece of paper.
The fairy screamed, other hand shooting out and hitting Shaw at point blank range, the charge enough to send the man flying backward. The crazed creature jumped to his feet, sprinting to the edge of the roof and jumping, taking his tiny fairy form in mid air and flying out of sight.
"Are you okay?" I asked Shaw, popping directly in front of him and running my hands over every inch of skin I could find.
"Yeah," he said, taking me into his arms and burying his face in my neck. "But you can touch me all you want. I won't complain."
"Shift. I need to make sure your human skin isn't singed," I demanded, not sure if I liked the ridiculous side of me that was acting like a complete lunatic.
"I'm fine, Young." He grabbed my face again, smiling down at me as he tilted my head back. "I shifted within seconds of it hitting me. I was mostly protected. And what singed had healed already. What about you? Are you okay?"
"Fine. Thank goodness I can dematerialize, huh?" It wasn't actually a power all vampires had. But it was a genetic thing and almost everyone in my mother's family had the ability.
"Definitely." Shaw pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Exactly how bad is this bloodletting addiction?"
"I've only ever known one other person with it, and I didn't really have much contact with him." And the one from my childhood had been killed with brutal force. Or so I heard. I wasn't actually allowed to see it since my parents thought they were too good to watch a good old-fashioned killing. "But apparently it's bad. I've never heard of one getting over it. There are no recovering bloodletting addicts that I know of."
"Shit. So, he's not going to stop."
Shaking my head, I gave him a sad smile. "I doubt it. I should have gone to Kinsey as soon as I go back and let him know. But someone is fucking distracting."
"We'll go to Kinsey together." Shaw said, pulling his head back to smile into my face. "I need to talk to his brother anyway. If we're going to be getting attacked by a rabid fairy, we should probably have some kind of protection."
***
We went back to Shaw's room to grab some more clothes for him, since the fairy had burnt most of his off, and then we went and talked to Kinsey and Miller, Kinsey's slightly younger brother, informing the former and getting information from the latter.
I saw my friends lazing in the early morning sun in our usual spot on the dock and decided to go see what everyone was up to. Shaw whined about not wanting to hang out with his son like they were besties, but when I shrugged and acted like I was just going to go without him, he huffed and followed along.
Grabbing my arm just before we rounded the tree to the dock, he jerked me against his chest, barely touching his lips to mine. "Don't think you're always going to get what you want just because you're a defiant little brat," he growled, making my lips tingle and my body shudder.
I pressed my groin to his. "There is nothing little about me, Shawberry."
"Bad choice of words." He pressed forward, fusing our mouths together. His fingers found there way into my hair as my arms went around his waist, pulling our hips together, enjoying the heated tingle engulfing my lower body.
Why had I wanted to see those idiots? I've changed my mind! I want this man inside me, right now.
"Come on, you two," Briec yelled, making me groan and pull my mouth from Shaw's. "We can hear you guys poking each other in the poker from here."
"Gross!" Larrin yelled, sounding truly disgusted. "Don't ever talk about their pokers again. My dad isn't even supposed to have a dick."
Shaw's eyebrows shot up before he made a face of complete and utter disappointment. "That boy is a fucking idiot."
Laughing, I grabbed his hand, dragging him around the tree and down the dock.
"That's fucking weird," Larrin grumbled, glaring at our hands as he lay back against Kross while the man braced himself against one of the poles of the dock.
"You're fucking weird," I said, nudging him pretty hard in the thigh…with my foot. Kicked. I kicked him.
Briec stepped in front of Shaw, hands on her curvy hips. "You stealing my boy, old man?"
Shaw sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sometimes, I regret even having an acquaintance with you."
"Can I call you Pops," Larrin asked, smirking. "Or would you prefer Papa?"
I nodded, glancing at Shaw's confused face. "Papa. Now show Papa them balls, boy."
Larrin rolled his eyes while Shaw and Kross let out identical growls that made me chuckle.
Suddenly, I was jerked back against Shaw's chest, the move surprising me. I melted into him. "Don't make me kill my own son, Young."
"Why are you threatening me?" Larrin demanded. "I'm your only child!"
"I've been thinking about starting over from scratch." Shaw said dryly. "I know everything I did wrong now. We could call this the practice round."
I spun in his arms, putting my face close to his. "You're hot when you're mean," I growled, pressing our bodies together.
"Nope! We need ground rules." Larrin jumped to his feet, shaking his hand in the air. "You can't make fuck-me eyes at my dad when I'm around! Nope. I refuse to spend all my time on Terra Mortis sick to my stomach."
"What if I want him to fuck me?" Shaw asked, face straight. And that might have been the moment I fell in love with him. The moment he made his own son's eyes bulge out of his head like they were on the verge of jumping out and running for cover.
"That's it!" Larrin yelled to the sky, both fists in the air. "You're going to ditch me just because you got a new wife, and you're being all gross and pervy right in front of my innocent little eyes. I'm filing for emancipation. I'm disowning you!" Larrin grabbed Kross's hand, jerking the wide-eyed man to his feet with little effort and dragging him up the dock.
"I want it in writing!" Shaw yelled after him, laughing when he got a finger in return.
I eyed the gorgeous man from head to toe, ready to toss him over my shoulder and carry him to my room, his room…the nearest flattish surface. I didn't care. I just wanted him. "I don't think it should turn me on to watch you yell at your son. I might have issues."
"Then we both have the same issues." Briec purred, batting her lashes at my mate. "These panties are about to catch on fire." And then she reached down and fanned her crotch and I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up.
I freaking loved my friends.
"Please." Martigan said dryly, scrolling casually through his phone. "You don't wear panties." He lifted his eyes to Briec and sent her a look that I usually associated with cold-hearted killers. "And if you ever do that again in my presence, I'm going to shave your head while you're sleeping."
Briec rolled her eyes, sighing. "Marti's cranky because his richer, hotter, cousin is coming to Terra Mortis."
"It's not just that he's coming, Briec." He said her name with the type of distance only he could get away with because we all loved how cold and hateful he could be. "And he's so not hotter than me." Martigan lifted his nose in the air, making it clear he thought she was an uneducated idiot. "It's that I lied and told him I have a hot boyfriend so he'd shut up about his werewolf. Who, let me just say, is not near as hot as Bernard said he was."
"So," Shaw shrugged. "Get a boyfriend. You're a cute guy. It should be easy for you to find a hot man."
My head snapped back and I glared, but he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at Martigan. Reaching up, I pinched the inside of his bicep. Hard.
"Ow!" He yelled, jerking his arm away. "What the fuck was that for?"
I narrowed my eyes, frowning. "I don't like you calling Marti cute."
"Well, I don't like you trying to look at my son's balls." Shaw pressed his mouth to mine, leaving a lingering peck on my lips.
"I'm sure yours are better." I said softly, wishing I could pull them out right then and cup them. "Even if they are over four hundred years older." I giggled when he nipped at my lip, making it sting beautifully.
Turning so that I could face my friends, but still be next to my mate, I said, "But he's right, Marti. You're gorgeous."
Shaw growled, making me side-eye him, licking my lips. It was so fucking sexy when he made that sound. I cleared my throat focusing back on my friend. "Why don't you go after your hottie you're always stealing glances at when we all go to Bentley's on Saturday mornings?"
Martigan's face never changed as he glanced up, meeting my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
If I hadn't witnessed the shit with my own eyes, I'd totally believe him.
"Remind me never to play poker with him," I said out of the side of my mouth to my mate.
"Oh yeah!" Briec yelled. "You mean Kinsey Walt's brother, Miller."
Rolling his eyes, Martigan ran his tongue over his teeth. "Please. I do not steal glances at anyone. I give the room a discerning once over. A few times. Maybe seven." Clearing his throat he looked back down at his phone, blindly scrolling through the thing like he did when he was feeling self-conscious. "Besides, I'm cute, but I'm not that fucking cute. Miller Walt is a gorgeous specimen of perfection. I'm content to just sit back on Saturday mornings watching him be perfect, while I shove muffins in my face like a gentleman."
I looked at Briec and we both rolled our eyes. Martigan Phillips might have a poker face like no other, but he really sucked at lying.
"When's Berny coming anyway?" I asked, absently running my fingers over the material stretching quite snuggly over Shaw's chest and shoulders.
"Please call him that every time you talk to him." Martigan said, his eyes wide and a bit happy. "He'll be here the week after Halloween. He doesn't want to come during because his pretentious friends are having a Halloween party that isn't going to be held in the squalor of the abandoned warehouse like a bunch of rednecks."
"Well. We have two weeks to find you a boyfriend!" I said, clapping my hands. "Preferably one that can hold you in his big strong arms to hold you and keep you from strangling your cousin."
"You forget we were raised in the same small dragon village. I have excellent restraint. I don't need arms. Strong or not." Marti said, dryly.
"I want to help!" Briec yelled…less than a foot from my ear.
"Me too." Cast agreed, leaning back and putting his head in Karney's lap.
The kid's eyes widened and his body went stiff. I'd seen him do that before when someone touched him. He seemed at a loss as to what he should do with his hands for a moment, but Cast absently reached up and pulled his hands onto his chest, trapping them there.
I watched as Karney swallowed, eyes wide. Cast rubbed the skin of his forearm absently, and Karney seemed to melt. He needed it. Whatever Karney's life had been like before coming to Terra Mortis, he hadn't been touched much. At least not with kindness. He needed our crazy group to show him what a kind hand could be like.
Sighing, Karney smiled softly. "You know, Martigan. You could just tell him you guys broke up."
"Karney, you know you are like my favorite person in the whole world, right?" Cast asked, leaning his head back in Karney's lap and making him squirm a bit.
"Uh." Karney frowned, looking around. Probably wondering if anyone was going to get mad that Cast had just claimed him as basically his best friend. "I guess."
Nodding, Cast said, "Then know that I mean this in the nicest way possible. Shut up."
Karney's mouth twitched into a smile as he rolled his eyes. "It would just be easier," he grumbled.
Cast reached up, clamping Karney's lips between his index finger and thumb, making Karney squeak and bat at his hand. "You're still talking."
"Damn." Marti said, frowning down at his phone. "There's a meeting tonight."
Cast made a disgruntled face. "What about?"
"Don't know." Martigan shrugged, going back to scrolling through his phone leisurely. "But it's mandatory."
"I bet Miller will be there," Briec said, looking over at me with that look on her face. The one that told me we were about to start some shit. I loved that face.
"I know so many secrets about you," Martigan said, his face probably looking bored to anyone who didn't know him as well as this group did. There was worry in those eyes as they narrowed. Maybe nervousness. I just didn't know if it was from the idea of what Briec might do, or something to do with Miller. "I really don't think you want people to know about your thing with the spiders."
What thing with the spiders? Ideas started forming in my head. Looked like my revenge for the mayonnaise in a doughnut shit she'd pulled a couple weeks ago.
"What thing with the spiders," Cast asked, smirking.
Briec's eyes narrowed. "You're playing with fire, Martigan Phillips." "I will crush you."
***
By the time we made it back to Shaw's room, we still had a few hours until the meeting, and I was starving. For actual food. So, we requested something from the kitchen and ate it while watching a scary movie "Because it's almost fucking Halloween, Shaw."
I knew the movie was about a haunted house that some serial killer died in. Or maybe it was about a doll a serial killer had died in. I wasn't sure which, because Shaw had arranged himself between my legs with his upper-back to my chest and his lower back against my cock. My aroused cock.
The pressure on my dick was constant and each time he breathed in, there would be a brief moment of more pressure before it eased off. I was about ninety-nine percent sure I was going to blow in my pants because of his breathing, and that seemed about as stupid as the knife wielding blow up doll that was probably about to jump out of the bushes and plunge it's sharpened fake phallus deep into the main character.
Wait! What kind of movie are we fucking watching?
Shaw's thumb was lazily massaging my calf, working his way up ever so slowly, almost at the sensitive skin at the back of my knee, and I couldn't care less if Patty Porn Star completely pulverized Peter the pediatrician's pecker with a purple penis pump and turned it into a pussy.
Seriously! What kind of movie are we watching?
"You're not watching the movie," Shaw said, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Yes I am," I lied glancing up at the television and then back down Shaw's delicious naked torso to where the head of his dick was poking out of the top of his shorts.
Fuck, that was sexy. I swallowed hard, my hands clenching on his forearms where I suddenly realized I'd been kneading the flesh.
"You haven't even realized we're watching a really terrible horror porn."
"I didn't even realize there was even such a thing. Who finds this shit hot? She literally just bashed his junk with a penis pump."
"No clue, but don't be getting any ideas," he said, leveraging himself up and turning over to face me, pressing his abs against my painfully hard cock and rocking forward.
"Oh fuck." I let my head fall back against the headboard, whining when Shaw pushed my shirt up and licked the dip just under my pec. "I have plenty of ideas, Shawberry. But not one of them involves a penis pump."
Smiling, he tongued my nipple before rubbing his lips against the sensitive peak, and I grunted, my dick pulsing against his stomach. When he bit the skin close to my armpit, I shuddered, pushing my head back into my pillow, closing my eyes.
And then his weight was gone. "Where are you going?" I whined reaching down to squeeze my dick through my shorts.
"Get naked, Young," he growled from where he had climbed off and was watching from the foot of the bed, his eyes focused on my exposed abs. "I want to see that amazing body of yours."
Swallowing, I licked my lips and nodded, sitting up and reaching for the hem of my shirt. I pulled the thing off, loving the way his eyes roamed over my form slowly. Almost like he was cataloguing ever inch of exposed skin.
I eased my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, going slightly slower than I normally would, because his eyes looked almost on fire with anticipation.
When I got them all the way down and then off, I leaned back, throwing one arm behind my head and reaching down to grab my dick with the other. I stroked it slowly, not wanting to get myself any closer to coming, but needing to touch myself.
Shaw licked his lips as he took me in, his hands in white-knuckled, tight fists at his sides. "I have never seen anyone so beautiful, so sexy, so fucking delicious in my entire life," he whispered, his gray eyes wide and hungry.
"Your turn, Shaw. Let me see all of you." I said, squeezing the base of my cock as it leaked a stream of pre-cum down the shaft.
He shoved his shorts down, exposing his entire body to me. I'd seen him naked only hours before, but damn!
"I'm going to claim you, Young. I'm going to fuck you and mark you and let everyone know who you belong to. Do you understand me?" His voice was deep and demanding, and even the rebel in me who usually hated being told what to do, wanted to follow every single command he gave.
"Yes," I whispered, my body tight with anticipation. "There's nothing I want more."
He climbed back up onto the bed, his hand sneaking out and latching on to my ankle before using his thumb to massage the bone, moving up. He bent my leg, before leaning forward to lick the skin on the back of my knee.
He trailed kisses up my inner thigh, massaging the muscles and skin with his strong hands as he went. He pushed his nose next to my balls, taking a deep breath and humming in appreciation.
I latched on to his hair, spreading my legs to allow him more room as he licked my sack and sucked one of my balls into his mouth.
"Fuck, Shaw. Come on. I need you," I groaned.
Lifting off of me, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled the lube out of the top drawer, before sitting back on his knees. "How long has it been since you've bottomed, Young?"
My eyes widened and I blushed. Was I that easy to read? Regardless of how I acted and the constant flirting. I'd really only fucked two times. Once when I was fifteen and stupid, and once when I seventeen, and no less stupid. I'd thought both times I was ready to be a man and be rid of my parents and their stupid ideas on how a vampire should live and behave.
I guess I showed them considering I'd thrown up both times. I'd also topped both times.
Shaw must have seen the panicked look in my eyes, because he froze, narrowing his gaze down on me. "Young, have you ever bottomed?"
Swallowing, I shook my head, hating that I felt extremely vulnerable just them. I never felt vulnerable. At least I was with Shaw. I didn't think I could have handled feeling like this with anyone else. Not even my five closest friends.
"Have you ever had sex before?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah, but it's been almost three years," I whispered.
"I hate myself for actually liking that it was before we met," he mumbled, closing his eyes.
I smiled, feeling the discomfort ease out of my muscles. "What about you, Shaw? I didn't know you were even into men before. How long has it been since you've been with a man?"
He gave a self-deprecating smile, rolling his eyes. "I haven't been with anyone in a little over two years."
I tried not to make the connections my brain wanted to make. But that had been around the time he'd met me. Did I have anything to do with his lack of sex in the last two years?
"You are no Martigan when it comes to hiding you're emotions," he said with a smile, before leaning over me to press his mouth to mine. "If you're wondering if I stopped having sex with strangers in clubs because I met a gorgeous, legal but just barely, blonde with a cocky sort of charm who then proceeded to invade my house almost every night for two years, then the answer is yes." He brushed his lips lightly against mine. "I know it sounds absolutely crazy, because I had no idea you were my mate, but I just couldn't even think about going out after that first meeting."
He shrugged, making his chest rub sensually against mine. "It's not like a did it a ton before that anyway. Larrin was far too nosey for me to be gone for very long."
"I felt the same way," I whispered, chasing his mouth slightly with mine when he pulled back a bit. "I didn't know you were my mate, but I knew there was something special about you for me. And I knew I wanted you more than anything, and I just couldn't settle for anyone else."
"If you're nervous about bottoming, or don't think you can ever do it, it's okay. I'd love to bottom for you."
I groaned, leaning up to take his mouth, more than willing to one day sink my dick into his gorgeous ass. "I want this," I said when I finally pulled back, breath ragged against his mouth. "I want to feel you inside me and be marked by you, Shaw. I need it."
Growling, he nipped my lips, once again sitting on his knees. "Pull your legs up, Young. Let me see all of you."
I did as he said, putting the balls of my feet against his shoulders, nearly coming when I saw the heat engulf his eyes at the sight of my hole.
He opened the lube and poured some onto his fingers, growling when I let my legs fall further open so I could see him better. His dick was standing straight up and angry enough to weep pre-cum continuously.
I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted his taste against my tongue and I wanted to sink my fangs into the thick vein pulsing on his shaft.
"You look starved, Young," he said, low and growly as he pressed his finger against my hole, grunting when I immediately pushed out, letting him slip inside.
I may not have bottomed for anyone because I didn't like feeling this vulnerable, but that didn't mean I hadn't rode countless dildos thinking about this moment.
Shaw grunted, eyes screwing shut. "Fuck, Young. You're so fucking warm and tight." He pressed his finger against the top of my canal, rubbing the pad against my prostate.
I bowed, pressing my feet into his shoulders. My dick pulsed hard, begging desperately for my hand. I reached for it again, but Shaw squeezed the back of my thigh, growling slightly.
"Do not touch your dick, Young."
I whined, but dropped my hand back to the bed, crumpling the sheets in a tight fist.
He inserted another finger, letting out a satisfied hum when it too slid in. The third finger pinched slightly as it slid home, but I easily forgot the burn when he rubbed over my prostate again. And then did it again, making me writhe on the bed, throwing my head from side to side and yelling incoherently.
"Please, Shaw. Please. I need you inside me," I begged, for once uncaring of how it made me look.
He slid his fingers from me gently, and I almost cried at the loss, but then he was there, leaning over me and pressing his dick against my entrance.
The look on his face was something I knew I was going to remember for the rest of my life. Pure concentration and anticipation. He wanted it as much as I did. I was not only good enough, I was perfect to him.
He pressed inside me in one slow glide and my eyes widened at the burning pressure. It wasn't bad. Far from it. I could actually feel my prostate pulse against his thick cock. But as big as I knew he was, I just hadn't expected to feel so completely full.
His hands were hooked around the front of my thighs, and his fingers flexed against my skin and muscles like he was barely holding on to his control. His eyes were closed and his head had fallen forward on his shoulders, as he panted.
When my body was finally used to the invasion of his big dick, I twitched, needing him to move, wanting to grab my cock.
"Shaw," I groaned, rotating my hips slightly, nearly choking on my tongue when the motion moved his girth against my prostate. "Please."
Biting his lip, he opened his eyes and met mine, his gray depths looking like storm clouds churning in the sky. He pulled his hips back, digging his fingers into my thighs to hold me still and thrusting forward. I wished he could leave bruises there. I wished they wouldn't disappear within minutes.
His hips picked up pace, powering forward and easing back. Faster and faster. I moved up the bed with each pump and I had to throw my hands over my head and grip the headboard to keep from being crammed through the thing.
"Look at you," he whispered in awe as he continued to thrust inside me. "You are everything."
No, he was. His gorgeous body was glistening with sweat, his dark brown hair made darker from the moisture and his muscles bunching beautifully beneath the surface of his skin as he continued to pump into me.
"Shaw!" I screamed when my orgasm bubbled up my shaft and I shot across both our chests. His mouth opened on a roar as his cum filled me. He threw his head back, putting his back, putting his delicious neck on display.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste him again as my orgasm continued to thrum through my body.
My feet slid from his chest and he dropped to his elbows, mouth settling on my neck. His teeth were sharp and I moaned as I felt the skin pop and give way under his bite. "Fuck!" A second orgasm pulsed through me, splashing between us again as more of his cum filled my ass.
I rode the waves of pleasure as they rippled along my entire body. I felt complete. Finished. Whole. My heart nearly too big for my chest, nearly beating out of it as the need to yawn or sigh or…something gripped me.
I whimpered as indecision gripped me.
"What's wrong, mate?" Shaw asked, his voice sounding sluggish.
"I want to feed from you, but I don't know if I can take another orgasm. It might kill me," I said dramatically, licking a stripe up his neck and humming when I tasted his sweat.
"You can take it," he said, his voice deep and strong again. Commanding. "Do it now, Young."
I obeyed, sinking my fangs into his skin, moaning as his flavor hit my tongue, and my sore balls rolled in their sack as another orgasm was ripped from me. It was too much for my body. I had been pushed to my limits with all the pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out.