Damned

Ilya looked at Shane intently.

"I would marry you. I would grow old with you. I would have a family with you, assuming you want little Hollander-Rozanovs running around."

He lets the words sink.

He swallowed, eyes never leaving Ilya’s.

“I’ve loved you since that summer too. Since the first time you looked at me like I was something worth fighting for. And yeah… I want it. All of it. The forever. The ring. The little Hollander-Rozanovs causing chaos someday.” A small, shaky smile tugged at his mouth. “I want to build a life with you. I want to stop hiding.”

When the witch kissed his temple and pulled away to rise, his mind roused a bit. Spike's lids where still heavy, but he listened.

Run a hot bath... His body wanted that. Warmth... an ease of the soreness all over.

Though he lay almost bonelessnfor a few more moments, as Patrick offered the beckoning invitation one heaving motion allowed Spike to sit up. He winced and let out a groan as his body protested down deep. Sitting alone was an agony unto itself, then his other muscles started to scream at him in protest.

Pausing for a few moments he gathered his strength to stand and his legs threatened to give out under his own weight. Spike caught himself on the bedside table and inhaled sharply, as he focused on moving toward the curtain from one bit of furniture to the next, jaw clenched to keep himself from letting out a cry of pain, muscles still trembling every so often from overuse.

He crossed the room in a few quick strides and knelt beside Spike just as the vampire reached the edge of the large marble tub. Without a word, Patrick slid one arm under Spike’s knees and the other behind his back, lifting the exhausted vampire effortlessly into his arms.

“You stubborn, ridiculous creature,” he murmured fondly, pressing a kiss to Spike’s temple as he held him against his chest. “You could have just called for me. I would’ve carried you.”

Patrick carefully lowered both of them into the hot water, settling Spike between his legs so the vampire’s back rested against his chest. The steaming water enveloped them both as Patrick wrapped his arms securely around Spike’s waist, holding him close.

A low, soothing hum of the Siren Call filled the air, wrapping around Spike like a warm blanket while the silver sigils on Patrick’s skin glowed softly beneath the water, radiating gentle healing warmth into the vampire’s abused muscles.

“Easy, love,” Patrick whispered against his ear, one hand slowly stroking over Spike’s chest and stomach. “Just breathe. Let the water do its work.”

There you are... finally letting go... There was amusement in the voice and he couldn't even manage a proper look, let alone words.

@fangsforhire

“Careless has always suited me better than careful, and I’ve never seen the point in playing it safe when someone interesting finally walks into the room. Consider this my proper introduction then—Patrick Blanco, professional heart-thrower and notoriously bad at restraint.

I’m glad my taste impresses you. As for my judgement… well, I’ve already decided you’re worth the risk, so I’d say it’s excellent. “

‘Patrick Blanco.’

It sounded like trouble, didn’t it? The sort of name that belonged to someone who knew exactly how far a smile could get him and kept using it anyway. Lucien let the name linger a second, taking him in over the rim of his glass, because professional heart-thrower was a ridiculous thing to admit out loud and yet there Patrick was, saying it like it made him charming rather than a walking liability.( There it was then. Confidence, bad judgement, and a pretty mouth, because apparently the universe had decided to take the piss tonight. ) There was nerve there, maybe stupidity too, and the worst part was that Lucien couldn’t decide which one he liked more.

‘Careful with all that risk talk, sweetheart. Keep throwing your heart at me and I might just catch the damn thing.’

“Oh, I’m counting on you catching it,” he said, voice low and warm, laced with just enough amusement to make it dangerous. “I throw it hard, Lucien. No half-measures. Question is…” He tilted his head, letting his gaze drop pointedly to Lucien’s mouth for a beat before meeting his eyes again. “Are you any good at holding on? Or are you the type who panics and drops it the second it starts feeling real?”

Patrick let the words hang there, then shrugged one shoulder with easy, practiced charm.

“Magic is cheating?” Patrick echoed, amusement clear in his tone. He rolled his hips once in a lazy, deliberate grind, still buried deep inside Spike. “That’s rich coming from the one who came three times while calling me names.”

Surrender. He’d always fought against authority or being told her could or couldn’t I do something. He’s spent over a century doing whatever he pleased, sod anyone else.

Patrick's hips snapped forward sharply, burying his cock to the balls inside Shannon’s tight ass. The desperate plea — “Cum inside me” — hit him like gasoline on fire. He was completely lost in the feeling. Shannon’s hole clenched around him, hot and slick with lube, gripping every inch of his throbbing dick as if trying to milk him dry. Patrick’s muscles flexed, sweat dripping down his chest as he fucked into him harder. “Fuck… Shannon,” he growled low, voice wrecked with lust. His fingers dug into Shannon’s hips, pulling him back roughly onto his cock with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Patrick could feel his orgasm barreling toward him, that deep pressure building fast. He leaned over Shannon’s back, teeth grazing his shoulder as he drove in deep and stayed there. With a guttural groan that tore from his chest, Patrick came hard. Thick ropes of cum pulsed violently into Shannon’s ass, flooding him with every powerful spurt. Patrick kept thrusting through it, short and greedy, pushing his load deeper inside him. He didn’t pull out — he stayed buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he emptied every drop into Shannon’s tight heat. “Shit… take it all,” Patrick panted against the back of Shannon’s neck, voice hoarse and possessive.

❝ Harder, ❞ came Shannon's graveled, gutteral moan a few moments later as he managed to spread his knees just the slightest bit further apart and push his torso down into the mattress - offering Patrick a better, more delicious angle for those brutal thrusts. Each one sent the swollen, throbbing head of Patrick's cock bouncing off his prostate so hard all he could see was stars.

Scalding, white-hot heat pooled in his lower abdomen. That familiar, painful coiling had definitely begun in earnest in the depths of the pit of his stomach. His hands were fisted violently in the sweat-soaked sheets beneath them - his knuckles blanched a deathly shade of pale. His back hurt. He'd be laid up in their bed for a few days after this, but he didn't care. He'd been desperately needing this for so long now..

❝ Ohhhh, ❞ His own massive, impossibly thick cock was hard as steel and had wept an ocean of precum already - most of which was smeared against his stomach and abdomen - but he didn't dare touch himself. He needed to feel Patrick cum deep inside him - to breed him, first. Then, and only after he was certain he'd been filled with every single drop Patrick had to offer, he'd probably jerk himself off - hopefully with Patrick still buried to the hilt inside him.

❝ — You're so close, I can feel it, baby. ❞ He panted out, then bowed his head and closed his eyes, squeezing their lids shut painfully tight. — That was a split-second before Patrick's final, especially brutal thrust into him.. the one that made his arms give out, dropping his torso the rest of the way down to the mattress and buried his face in one of their pillows.

Nate was in his truck sleeping, he had gotten too drunk to drive home and instead of causing an accident, he pulled over to the side of the road and had fallen asleep. He hadn’t thought to lock his doors or even to roll his windows up when the woman passed by his truck.

Waking up with a start, the sound of the voice was unfamiliar and it jarred him awake, sobering him up even more. Pushing himself against the driver's side door, to get as much distance from the girl as possible, not entirely awake. “Wow your fucking hot.” The words slipped out before he could think about it, “Sorry.”

“Wait, did you say something? It’s what woke me up, what did you say?”

“For real?” Nate was astounded. Yes, granted, he had never had to work so hard for a piece of ass in his entire life and right about now, he was hoping this was going to be worth it. “I mean, hell yeah.” 

Nate listened to what she had to say, his hand had dropped to his side, the other dangling on the other side of him. Pulling his bottom lip roughly into his mouth, when she touched him, he quickly sucked in a sharp breath and held it for a moment. He let it out before speaking, his arms remaining at his sides, unsure where he should put them. “No baby shit, no pressure. I’m not gonna rape you, christ. I can get pussy no problem, just thought we could have some fun together.” He wasn’t sure if he had just put his foot in his mouth, but he meant what he said. He would do her no harm, just out trying to get his dick sucked tonight. 

“No strings, if you want.” Nate reached up, fixing the strap to her top that had fallen loose, easily snapping it back into place on her shoulder before using the excuse to run the back of his hand and knuckles gently, caressingly along her chin. “Whatever you want. You call the shots.”

“No strings works for me,” she replied, crossing her arms lightly under her chest. “I’m not looking for anything serious either. But let’s get one thing straight, Nate. I’m not some easy rebound pussy you get to brag about later. You want this? You stay respectful. No more crude shit.”Jennifer stepped closer again, close enough that her body nearly brushed his. She reached up and lightly gripped the front of his shirt for a moment, her nails grazing the fabric as she looked up at him.

“You drive. I’ll follow in my car. That way I’ve got my own way out if I change my mind.” Her tone softened just a fraction, the playful spark flickering back into her eyes. “And yeah… I’m still coming with you. Against my better judgment. Don’t make me regret it.”She released his shirt and gave him one last lingering look, biting the corner of her lip as she turned toward her car.“Lead the way, Nate . And try not to drive like an asshole while you’re still sobering up.”

@giveththysouleverlasting

' depends.

what do we have to do?'

Sebastian grinned, the one side of his mouth reaching higher than the other side. His signature, cocky grin. He tilted his head to the side and reached out, fingertips grabbing the hem of her blouse as he pulled it towards him, hoping she’d get the hint and come towards him. He’d hate to have to stretch her pretty blouse out. “Just getting naked. Easy enough.”

Sebastian coaxed, lips finding hers in the crowded mall. People walked around them, some were so close Sebastian could smell their body sprays. It was disgusting, but he’d do it for Jennifer. He knew she loved it here. “Later, of course.” Murmuring against her hair. Sebastian loved Jennifer’s hair, it was so full and luscious, almost pillowy soft. He had always joked that she was stealing souls to keep herself looking so delicious. “In the meantime, what do you want to do?”

Jennifer tilted her head up to look at him, her full lips curving into a mischievous smile. One hand slipped down to cover his fingers where they still held her blouse, not pushing him away, but not letting him pull it up any further either.“In the meantime…” She bit her lower lip, eyes sparkling as she glanced around at the shoppers passing by. “I want coffee. And one of those giant pretzels with the dipping sauce. Then maybe we can find a quieter corner… or you can keep making good on that ‘getting naked’ promise later like you said.”

Watching her, Sebastian was mesmerized. One of the few girls who could really make him beg, if they truly wanted him too. Of course, he’d never let on to that. In most relationships, he had always held the power. Knowing all the correct words to say to manipulate, creating an ideal environment for himself. But Jennifer, Jennifer Check was different. There was something about her that Sebastian couldn’t quite figure out, nor was he impressed to find out. “You know me baby, forever bold.” His voice was soft with a hint of an edge, his eyebrows raising slightly. 

Her hand folded over his own before he maneuvered their fingers to where now they were interlaced, Sebastian had let go of the fabric of her blouse. “If you’re a good girl, perhaps I’ll let you ride my face later.” The edge in his voice melted into a husky, hoarse sound. The thought of her poised above him, his mouth open and wet, practically drove him over the edge. Wondering if he’d make it to later, but he was game to find out. “Let’s go and get you that coffee and pretzel, beautiful.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, biting her lower lip as she let the tension simmer between them. Her free hand came up to fix the collar of his shirt, a deceptively sweet gesture while her eyes promised anything but innocence.

“Come on then, baby,” she said, tugging him gently toward the food court. “Coffee. Extra sweet. And one of those warm, salty pretzels. I’m suddenly starving…”Jennifer glanced sideways at him as they walked, her hip brushing against his with every step. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten your promise for later. I plan on collecting.”

“Magic is cheating?” Patrick echoed, amusement clear in his tone. He rolled his hips once in a lazy, deliberate grind, still buried deep inside Spike. “That’s rich coming from the one who came three times while calling me names.”