Gray's Shadow (Kings of Hell MC 4)

In between kisses, Gray opened his eyes and watched Shadow, marveling at his endlessly long, curly lashes, the baby hair growing around the face, the flawless skin that deserved caresses. When his thighs tightened around his lover’s angular hips, the pressure of bone against his flesh sent a rush of breathless joy up his body. He wanted bruises to remind him of this moment in the hours to come.

Gray pushed Shadow’s open shirt down and rubbed his warm shoulders, reveling in their shape. He now knew how Shadow must have felt when they first met, and the memory of it had his insides shrinking with physical pain. He’d been so cruel. If it were him—banished to a dark room without the comfort of Shadow’s warm presence—he’d have gone mad.

“I’m so sorry… about everything. I just… I didn’t know.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Shadow pulled away just to push his shirt all the way off, so Gray took the few second to remove his own top, craving skin-on-skin contact in a way he never had.

The growing sense of belonging snuck its way into his veins, as if Shadow had grown roots into his flesh. Gray felt… happy. Complete. In this moment in time, he wanted nothing more than Shadow, and as long as they were together, the sense of bliss would stay with him too.

“I need to say this. I will try to be a better person for you,” he whispered, greedily sliding his hands down Shadow’s muscular back before grabbing his belt and pulling him closer. He’d have stripped them both of their skin if that allowed their flesh to permanently connect.

Shadow grinned like a happy shark, right before nipping Gray’s neck. “I want to drown you in myself. Can I…?”

The push of his fingers at Gray’s ass was an obvious indicator of what he meant, but if Shadow got most of his knowledge from porn, Gray needed to steer him in the right direction. But how was he to do that when arousal muddled his brain and told him to just go with the flow? His body yearned for Shadow’s thick cock, for the physical connection, but the tiny bit of sanity he had left told Gray he wouldn’t be able to get a repeat tomorrow if they didn’t do this right.

He opened his lips to speak, but his brain short-circuited when Shadow pushed his jeans down, along with underwear, and revealed his cock.

Gray was speechless.

Words of praise, wonder, and encouragement all stuck in his throat as he took in the most beautiful dick he’d ever seen. Now that its sight was welcome, he found himself salivating at the way the head peeked at him from underneath the foreskin, like a present left for him to unwrap. Dark hair grew around the base and balls that seemed so wonderfully plump Gray’s first thought was that he longed for their saltiness on his tongue.

“I want it inside me,” he whispered instead, looking straight into Shadow’s eyes. Just the sound of it coming from his own mouth was enough to send a violent shudder down his back.

Shadow pulled on Gray’s pants abruptly enough to get them halfway down his thighs. “Nothing I want more than to fill you.” The red glint in his eyes somehow made the expression of lust more powerful, and it rendered Gray speechless as if desire had melted his vocal cords.

His friends, his brothers, wouldn’t have recognized him if they saw him like this—not the controlled man they knew but pliant, open, and ready to accept another man into his body. But Gray didn’t care when Shadow’s promises sounded so sincere.

He kicked off his jeans, glad Shadow took care of the boots for him, but then he was naked, and reality nudged at his brain once more. “I… we need something slick.” If pressed, he supposed they could experiment with plenty of saliva, but the one time Gray had done that, it didn’t end too pleasantly for him.

Shadow nodded quickly and pulled out a single-use packet of lube out of his jeans.

Gray cocked his head. “How did…?”

“I’ve had it for a while. Just in case.” Shadow bit his lip, ogling Gray like a hungry wolf that didn’t want to share his meat with the rest of the pack. Somehow, the flushed skin and impatient movements made him yet more handsome.

Relief flooded Gray’s muscles, and he chuckled, relaxing slightly now that he knew Shadow had educated himself about this after all. “So you were always ready?” he asked, leaning in and, lacking any clothes to tug on, took hold of the hard dick instead. Shadow’s eyes instantly shut, and Gray whimpered, sensing a hot droplet of pre-cum drizzling down his wrist.

“Always.” Shadow’s voice had a ragged quality that made Gray shiver in anticipation.

Seeing him so vulnerable was a revelation, so Gray slowly stroked that perfect cock time and time again.