Authors: Jordan L. Hawk
Tags: #Gay & Lesbian, #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Gay, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Genre Fiction, #Gay Romance, #Demons & Devils, #Psychics, #Vampires
It was thick, flushed dark red against the paler skin of his thighs, with a very slight upturn at the tip. Caleb rubbed his hand over the slit, slicking precome over the wide head and making John moan.
He went to his knees, licking his lips in anticipation. John’s hand caught Caleb’s long hair, fingers bunching in the strands, firm but not hard enough to hurt. Caleb gripped the base of John’s dick with one hand, the other sliding between his thighs to cup his balls. John gasped and shifted his stance to give Caleb better access.
Leaning in, Caleb ran his tongue down the length of John’s cock, ending at the slit. The salty tang of precome and musky skin filled his mouth, and with a low moan, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard.
“Oh, damn, babe, that feels good,” John said; he sounded utterly breathless.
Caleb responded by taking more of him in. The sensation of a hard cock in his mouth made his own erection stiffen even further. God, John tasted fucking good. This was so much better than he could remember sex ever feeling, like every sensation was multiplied.
There was a sort of warmth in his teeth. They weren’t getting sharper, were they?
No, of course not. Oh, God, please no. Not happening.
Don’t you dare fuck this up for me.
Uncertainty, mingled with nervous fear.
“This is not like…the memories were not like…this.”
I don’t care about your damned memories!
He wanted to keep sucking, but it was too dangerous, Gray hovering right there, half-afraid and half-fascinated. Instead, he let John’s cock slip from his mouth and stood up, diving in for a kiss as if he’d planned on doing it all along, and please don’t let John notice anything wrong.
John pulled him close, their cocks rubbing together. “So good,” he whispered hoarsely in Caleb’s ear. His fingers tweaked Caleb’s nipples, sending another ripple of ecstasy straight to his balls. “Tell me what you want.”
I want to be human again.
“I will, but—”
“Later.” God, what was he saying, even implying there would be a later? Everything was out of control, his life tumbling over a cliff, and John the only thing he had left to cling to. “Right now, just fuck me, hard and fast.”
John kissed him. “If it’s what you need.”
They fell into the bed together, Caleb on the bottom. The feel of John’s weight on top of him made him writhe, hips thrusting up to rub his cock against any bit of skin he could reach. A moan escaped him, half his passion and half Gray’s surprise at the intensity of sensation washing over them.
John kissed him again, tongue pushing in deep, before he pulled away to rummage in the nightstand. A moment later, he came up with a condom and lube. Caleb eagerly pulled his knees up to his chest while John rolled on the condom.
“God, that looks hot,” John whispered. Once he had the condom on, he pressed a finger gently against Caleb’s hole, before sliding it in deep.
Gray flinched back with a flicker of fear, but Caleb arched against the intrusion. “Need more.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”
Caleb bit back a moan as the thick head of John’s dick pushed inside. John grunted, rocking his hips, working his way in. “Is this good?”
it was good, pain and pleasure mixed together as it opened them/him wide. Desire resonated, reflecting back and forth, and thank God John hadn’t noticed anything wrong.
“Yes,” Caleb panted. “More, please, don’t stop!”
Then John was in him all the way, big and hard and wonderful. He dropped onto his elbows, Caleb’s cock trapped between them as John kissed him deep.
Every nerve sang; he was intensely aware of John’s hard length moving in him. Proof John wanted him despite everything, despite the monster inside watching, feeling. Shock and wonder and pleasure spilled onto Caleb’s nerves from Gray, making every sensation sharper and more intense, until it wasn’t possible to sort out who felt what.
Caleb closed his eyes and clung to John. He didn’t have claws, or fangs; he wasn’t turning into something else; he was still human and could have this. He was, he was, he was—
John let out a deep groan, thrusts stilling as he came. The feel of him pushed in deep, whole body clenching, sent a wave of fire through Caleb’s balls. He didn’t care about Gray, about the future, about anything but that he couldn’t hold back another second.
Caleb shouted, body arching against John’s, come spilling between them as everything in his head dissolved into white static.
He drifted down slowly, languorously. He still felt Gray, but the drakul was very small and quiet: stunned and confused and mercifully silent.
“Wow,” John mumbled, nuzzling them. Him.
Caleb opened his eyes. John smiled down at him, hair sticky with sweat and blue eyes warm. John eased out gently, then rolled off the bed to toss the condom in the trash, along with the remains of Caleb’s clothes. Returning to bed, he stretched out beside Caleb and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you,” Caleb whispered, and pretended everything was normal. They were just two ordinary men who’d had great sex, and maybe cared about each other.
John’s arms were warm and strong around him. “I feel like I should be the one thanking you,” he said, nuzzling Caleb’s hair. “Either way, you’re welcome.”
John might have drunk the SPECTR Kool-Aid…but he was an okay guy. More than okay, maybe. So Caleb snuggled in closer and drifted off to the deep, even sound of John’s breathing.
* * *
The insistent ring of his cell phone brought John up out of sleep.
Caleb was a warm weight beside him; just skin and smooth muscle right now, without the shivery, staticky play of energy signaling Gray’s presence, as if the NHE had also curled up and gone to sleep. Assuming John had actually sensed the drakul while Caleb was gasping and moaning around his cock, and not just imagined it because his orgasm had scrambled his brains.
Hoping not to wake either of them, John rolled over, located his pants by feel, and pulled out the phone. “Starkweather here,” he mumbled.
“Special Agent Starkweather.” Kaniyar’s voice brought him to full wakefulness in an instant. “McNamara just gave me a very interesting report.”
What had Sean said? John’s heart went into overdrive: had he mentioned Gray almost attacked Melanie Jansen? Had he stressed Caleb was still in control?
John glanced over his shoulder at Caleb, who hadn’t stirred. Moving quietly as he could, he let himself out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
“I’d like to make my own report, ma’am” he said as he went down the stairs to the living room. The sun had set hours ago, but enough light came in from the street to make out the familiar shapes of the furniture. “At the time, given the classified nature of the drakul, I didn’t think we should stay at the scene.”
“You’ll have your chance,” Kaniyar said. “In the meantime, I have some news. We have Melanie Jansen in custody; she hasn’t said much yet, but she did give us the name and home address of the lycanthrope. Leland Smith. From what we’ve taken out of his apartment thus far, he was the leader of the Fist cell. According to his journal, he seems to have been concerned recently about losing control of the cell. He believed the Jansens were introducing dangerously moderate elements, especially when it came to the paranormally-abled.”
“Ah.” Maybe it would make Caleb feel better about his dead brother. “So Leland turned to the etheric to get the power to regain control.” Hypocritical, but more common than most civilians would believe. People like Leland always thought they could handle possession, believed they’d be protected by their goodness and purity of heart. Of course, it always ended in blood and screaming.
“Presumably. As the bloodlust began to take over, he decided the easiest way would be to kill Ben Jansen. When Gray took Ben’s body for a stroll, the lycanthrope recognized a threat and tracked Gray’s psychic scent to the abandoned house, then sent his human minions in.”
“And killed Dave the driver when he couldn’t entirely control the NHE inside of him anymore.”
“Mrs. Jansen would have been next, once she’d served her purpose. After she was dead, we would have had a full-blown lycanthrope loose on the streets. You did good work.”
“It was mostly Caleb.”
“So I hear. I’ll let you get back to sleep, Starkweather. No need to come in until Monday morning.”
“Thanks, chief.” John sagged against the back of the couch. It didn’t sound like Kaniyar wanted Caleb in lockup.
“Oh, one more thing,” she added, before he could hang up. “When you report in on Monday, bring Mr. Jansen with you. Tell him I have an offer he can’t refuse.”
The adventures of John, Caleb, and Gray continue in SPECTR #2:
Master of Ghouls
, coming April 2, 2013.
Books by Jordan L. Hawk:
Whyborne & Griffin series:
(coming June 2013)
Hunter of Demons
Master of Ghouls
(coming April 2013)
Reaper of Souls
(coming July 2013)
About the Author
Jordan L. Hawk grew up in the wilds of North Carolina, where her bootlegging granny raised her on stories of haints and mountain magic. After using a silver knife in the light of a full moon to summon her true love, she turned her talents to spinning tales. She weaves together couples who need to fall in love, then throws in some evil sorcerers and undead just to make sure they want it bad enough. In Jordan’s world, love might conquer all, but it just as easily could end up in the grave.
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