Gray's Shadow (Kings of Hell MC 4)

Shadow was barely able to speak when he rocked his hips in answer. “How are you even…? How are you this… everything? I could eat you alive or have you consume me. Either way, I would be whole.”

Gray was stunned by how closely Shadow’s thoughts resembled his own. They were two halves of one entity, and he had absolutely no doubt that without his Shadow he would eventually wither and die. But if he only managed to keep him here, this perfect happiness unleashed by the blood bond they now shared would never end. Shadow was promising him forever, and he didn’t just mean what he said. Gray knew it would happen.

“I love you,” he whispered, twisting his hand around Shadow’s cock and leaning closer at the same time, driven by the need to feel Shadow’s heart beating alongside his own.

Gray lowered his weight on top of Gray and pressed their mouths together. “I love you too. But you already know that, don’t you?”

He sucked Gray’s lips and petted the back of Gray’s head with his fingertips, but Gray could no longer be satisfied with just this, and in the end he rolled over and curled his legs under him. When he glanced over his shoulder, the darkness in Shadow’s eyes made his cock twitch, so he spread his thighs wide, never once looking away from his lover.

This man would never leave him, never lie, never hide his emotions. But no matter how much Gray wanted to drown in the moment, if they were to leave the garage at any point, they had to speed things up.

“Gently. Not like in those movies you watched.”

Shadow squirted the lube into his palm and leaned over Gray, entwining the fingers of his other hand with the phantom limb growing out of Gray’s stump. “I will know if it’s too much. Hold my hand, and I will feel you.” He kissed Gray’s ear, and moved the slick digits over Gray’s hole, gently teasing the hypersensitive skin until Gray’s stomach filled with butterflies and his toes curled.

Shadow’s emotions thudded deep inside Gray, resonating through their interlocked hands. It was anticipation, and excitement, and so much tenderness Gray could barely keep still, hoping Shadow could sense an echo of the same from him.

He moaned when the warm fingertips dove between his buttocks, but while their movement was a bit abrupt, their pace and pressure soon changed into one so perfect, he rested his forehead on the upholstery as bliss traveled up his spine and penetrated his brain. And somehow, on top of the gliding sensation in the intimate place where he was so sensitive, in his borrowed fingers he could also feel the folds of his own puckered skin and the heat radiating from an excited body. “Do you like this?” he asked, greedy to know exactly what Shadow thought and how else he could make this experience special for him.

Shadow groaned and pushed his fingers in more harshly while he sucked on Gray’s neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey. “I love it. We will be one when your body wraps around my cock. You’re already so tight on my fingers.”

Gray thought things couldn’t get any better, but Shadow’s third hand slipped under his stomach and wrapped around Gray’s achingly stiff cock. Shadow let more of his weight rest on Gray, and when the heat of their bodies melted together, it didn’t matter anymore that the sofa smelled of dust, and a spring dug into his knee. All he could think about was the hand stroking his cock, the fingers drilling into him smoothly, and the kisses Shadow pressed to the back of Gray’s head.

“I want you to feel all of me. I can’t wait to leave a piece of me inside you,” Shadow whispered, and Gray didn’t even recognize the wanton sound he made in response.

It had been a while since he’d bottomed, and there hadn’t been that much preparation either, but he felt so ready. As if all the insecurities, or worries he might have had with anyone else were gone, wiped away by the stream of warmth that resonated between their bodies.

“Now? Please,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to the rough fabric when his insides sang a wordless hymn that had him arching his back.

When Shadow pulled out his fingers, the shock of no longer having a piece of him inside sent cold shudders through Gray, and the sensation was so unfamiliar, so unpleasant, that for a moment even his erection waned slightly. He looked over his shoulder, startled, like a wild animal feeling snow on its nose for the first time.

“I know,” Shadow whispered, giving Gray a warm kiss that eased the confusion somewhat. “I’m coming right back.”

Shadow’s cockhead pressed at Gray’s slicked hole, hot enough to chase away the chill that had overcome Gray like a physical manifestation of sadness. Shadow squeezed his fingers tighter on Gray’s hand and pushed in past the sphincter with a moan that drizzled liquid heat over Gray’s shoulders.