Page 49 of Indecent

“Yes.”

Daniel nodded again. “That’s when it happened. They expected us. One of them had a gun, and I didn’t duck out of the way in time. It hit me here.” He touched the place on the side of his neck, expecting to feel slippery blood, or at least a scar, but there was nothing. The skin was as smooth as it always was. There was no evidence he’d taken a bullet there.

Chaol growled, brushing his fingers over it.

“It must have severed an artery. I think it went all the way through, so maybe even more than one. All I know is I bled out fast. The last thing I saw was my brother trying to get to me.”

Chaol hummed a quiet note of understanding. “I’m sorry it happened that way.”

“Me, too.” But it all worked out in the end, hadn’t it? He was back, and this time he had Chaol. And as far as deaths went, it wasn’t a bad one. He’d died mercifully fast, on a quest to help the innocent.

Chaol’s hands were idly exploring his body, distracting him from the fading adrenaline of the memory. He rolled onto his back, and Chaol followed, sweeping a hand across his chest and rolling one nipple between his fingers. He groaned, taking that hand and pushing it under the blanket, down his abdomen and to his rapidly hardening cock.

Chaol chuckled, taking his length in hand and pumping it slowly. “You’re insatiable.”

“Aren’t you?” Daniel said breathlessly, splaying his legs wide as Chaol’s curious fingers cradled his sac and moved further, to his puckered entrance.

“For you? Always,” Chaol rumbled, pressing a dry finger inside him. It should have hurt—would have hurt, if he was human. But the pain barely registered, prickling like heat instead of ringing an alarm bell in his head.

Daniel barely had the sense of mind to reply. “Good. Because I want you to fuck me.”

A low growl spilled from Chaol as he lunged forward, kissing Daniel hard and sliding on top of him. Daniel wrapped his legs around Chaol’s narrow waist as their bodies lined up, already anticipating the burning stretch of Chaol sinking inside him.

The head of Chaol’s cock pressed against his hole, but Chaol hesitated. “I should go find some lube.”

Daniel scowled. “You better not.”

Chaol grinned. “I don’t want to hurt you, darkling, even if you can handle it now.”

“What if I want you to hurt me?”

Chaol closed his eyes with an agonized expression. “You can’t say shit like that.”

“You can either get inside me right now, or I can flip us over and make you.”

His eyes sprang open as white bloomed across his skin, like he was having trouble controlling himself.

It was Daniel’s turn to grin, tucking his hands behind his head. “I think maybe you like the sound of that.”

A cocky smile spread across Chaol’s face. He leaned in, one hand ghosting up Daniel’s chest to grip his throat. “There are very few demons out there stronger than me, you know.”

Daniel felt like he was flying. “And I just so happen to be one of them.”

“You are.”

“And you like that.”

Chaol’s eyes darkened with hunger. “I certainly don’t hate it.”

Neither of them moved, sharing mirrored smiles in that exultant moment, and then Daniel grabbed him, twisting and flipping them over. Chaol let out a yelp of laughter, clawing at Daniel’s arms to free himself, bucking his hips to throw Daniel off, but it was no use and they both knew it. Chaol laughed right up until Daniel pinned his wrists above his head with one hand. When he reached for his cock, it turned into a groan, and as Daniel sank down on him, tight and dry, it became a harsh, subvocal growl.

Chaol threw his head back against the pillow, his body tightening like a bowstring. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.”

It felt so goddamn right, pain burning through him like electricity and sending pulses of pleasure through his body as he took Chaol as deep as he could. Chaol’s skin was bone white, riding the edge of his transformation, his sharp teeth bared. Like a marble statue, he was the most beautiful thing Daniel had ever seen, and somehow he had the privilege of eternity with him.

Opened up on Chaol’s cock, they stared at each other, basking in sensation. Curious, Daniel brought his free hand up to grip Chaol’s throat the way Chaol had done to him. With another growl that sounded like a purr, Chaol tipped his chin back, letting Daniel’s hand fit over his neck.

“You love this,” Daniel whispered, and night dark eyes met his. “You love that I can take control and do whatever I want, don’t you? You like giving in and accepting what I want you to have.”