SURPRSISE!! Heyyyyy! So this is how it's going to go. Because I have been getting verbal pitchforks over the delay on this story, I decided to post it before Telija. *Gasp* Oh no! Yeah, yeah get over it. I had a computer mishap last week and lost the Telija chapter somehow, but it's almost rewritten. Get a hold of yourselves!
For those of you that haven't figured out how much I love music. I'm going to warn you that my tastes range from soft, wispy background music to extreme, brain throttling bass. That said, here is a lovely EXTREME playlist for all of you techno/ house/electronica/ etc. junkies after my own heart. If you can't stand dubstep, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Here goes nothing! I hope you all like it! ♥
Knox and Isaac Chapter 4 Playlist
Giliap (Wax Motif Remix) - Rebecca & Fiona
Fall (Remixed by M83 vs. Big Black Delta) - M83, Big Black Delta & Daft Punk
Eyes on Fire (Zeds Dead Remix) - Blue Foundation
Seventeen - Ladytron
Can't Stop Me (Club Mix) - Afrojack & Shermanology
Thing Called Love (Above & Beyond 2011 Club Mix) [feat. Richard Bedford]
My Balance - Grimelock
Monster Hospital (MSTRKRFT REmix) - Metric
Professional Griefers (feat. Gerard Way) - Deadmau5
Lick It - Kaskade & Skrillex
The Night Out - Martin Solveig
I.D.G.A.F.O.S. - Dillon Francis
I Like That - Richard Vission & Static Revenger Starring Luciana
Licky (Work It Out) [Herve UK Radio Edit] - Larry Tee & Princess Superstar
Master and Servant (RSS Remix) - Depeche Mode
Dance In The Dark (Monarchy "Stylites" Remix) - Lady GaGa
Afterhours - Melleefresh vs. Deadmau5
Down, Down, Down (Digitalism Remix) - The Presets
Sorry (Dirty South Remix) - Kaskade
Somebody That I Used To Know (Tiesto Remix( [feat. Kimbra] - Gotye
Heads Will Roll (Little Vampire Remix) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Heartbreaker (feat. John Legend) - MSTRKRFT
One (Original Mix) - Swedish House Mafia
Youth Blood (12th Planet & Flinch Remix) - Little Jinder
New In Town (Fred Falke Remix) - Little Boots
Young Blood (Tiesto & Hardwell Remix) - The Naked & Famous
Who's Your Daddy? - Benny Benassi
The Engine Room - A perfect Lie (Gabriel & Dresden Remix) -**Isaac's Dance**
Knox and Isaac Chapter 4
City
buildings flew past Isaac’s eyes. Their car breaking record speeds in city
traffic as Hannah navigated around vehicles without caution. He was going to
throw up. He just knew it somehow. That was a lie, he knew the how, the why—had
felt the building sickness for the past few hours. His secret debut grew closer
with every passing second. It wasn’t so much the fact that he was going to
dance, take his clothes off down to the leather thong he had on underneath. The
nerves were due to Knox, the reaction or possible rejection he would receive
from the vampire he had grown to love.
Yes, despite
the way Knox treated him, the things he said. Isaac always knew deep in his
heart Knox was his and he was Knox’s. It was in the way Knox watched him when
he was supposed to be angry. It was in the way Knox was always near. It came
down to the smallest things like Knox switching strictly to orange popcicles
after their kitchen encounter, in secret listening to the same music as him.
That made Isaac smile even though he still felt like he was going to be sick.
Rolling down
the window for some fresh air, he inhaled the scent of the city. Garbage,
urine, take-out and some heavy perfume as they passed a group of teenage
girls—God, he loved this place. The lights, way above were always his favorite.
Like the stars before the stars, Isaac stared at the sky. He jumped when Nan
put a hand on his shoulder, the vehicle pulling down the alley behind Sated.
“We’re here,
Iz,” she murmured. Nan saw his eyes flicker, widen before panic set in.
One look at
the back door with the spray painted club logo and Isaac forgot how to breathe
correctly. One sharp gasp led to many smaller ones—his hands finding Emma’s
head rest to ground him to the world.
Great time to have a panic attack, Isaac, he chastised himself.
“Huh uh.”
Hannah cut the engine, turning in her seat. “You are not going to chicken out.
This is the first time you’ve really set your mind to something. No turning
back, Izzy baby. If you need to hurl, do it outside. I’ve got some tic-tacs
around here someplace.”
“Hannah.”
Emma groaned. “A little encouragement maybe? You sound like a football coach or
some shit.”
“That was encouraging.” Hannah shrugged. “Come
on, Iz. Let’s get out and get you some air.”
His eyes
were still locked on the back door. A half dressed man eyed the vehicle suspiciously,
popping open the door and slipping inside. Isaac caught a quick flicker of a
line in the back hall before the door closed.
“You can do
this,” Nan whispered in his ear, stroking his hair slowly. “You love to dance,
Iz. Go show him. Fight back for once.”
His phone
buzzed in his lap, the feeling triggered a lull in his throbbing head. It was a
message from Joseph.
Waiting for you guys in the back.
Better get here quick if you want a spot. The line is filling up. J
“Tell me I
can do this,” he said unsure.
“You can do
this,” the three girls returned. The confidence in their eyes, the three women
that had his back until the end were sure he was ready.
“Okay. Let’s
do this.” He wrapped his coat tighter around his body.
Emma opened
his door, allowing him to plant one long lean leg on the ground. Leather met
the asphalt. Tight thigh high boots secured with ties ran the length of his legs.
He felt like he was in a movie. All he was missing was a red carpet. Only in
this movie, when he breached that door, no one would know who he was. Except
for two people he would have to avoid until he went on stage. Frank and Knox,
there was the tricky part.
Watching
Isaac intently, Nan checked both sides of the alley before opening the back
door for him. Emma and Hannah stood to either side with their arms crossed.
Isaac took a deep breath and shed his coat, holding onto it for dear life.
“Showtime.”
He walked through the door and to the back of a line.
About a dozen
dancers chatted away. Some pretty flamboyant—pink bedazzled bikinis or lime
green briefs. Isaac almost felt sorry for them. He knew one look at them from
Knox and they would lose any chance of dancing in a place like this. He could
hear the hard beat of the bass pulsing through the walls around them. Feel the
heat from the caged lamps above. This place was not some down home, roughneck strip
club. This was a high end bar that offered high end entertainment to a crowd
who liked it rough. There was a difference.
A blonde head
rose above the crowd. Joseph searched him out on his tiptoes. Waving a hand,
Joseph pushed between two dancers in feathers to greet them. “Hey.” He smiled.
“Wow, you look—wow.”
Isaac hid
his blush. He had to be tough, not all innocent and shy in a place like this.
He was about to strip in front of strangers after all. Risking another panic
attack was not an option.
“Thanks.
These are pretty comfortable actually.” Isaac waggled his brows, snapping the
string holding his leather shorts together.
“You wear
them well,” Joseph added. “I’m really excited for you, Isaac.”
“I’m really
glad you’re here. Thank you for coming.”
“Wouldn’t
miss it.” Joseph chuckled. “But you should know a few things before you go out
there. First—” He leaned in close. “You’re the only one that will get any
further than tonight. The others are a joke. Second, the house dancers are at a
table near the front of the stage. Don’t let them bother you. Just keep dancing
and you’ll win them over. Third, the guy running this line is a hard ass. He’s
one of the owners I gathered.”
The twins
looked at each other and groaned. Emma frowned at Hannah. “You said he was
working bar tonight. You promised me Joey was handling the dancers.”
“He was!
They must have switched.”
“What are you
talking about?” Isaac started to panic a little.
“They’re
talking about him.” Nan sighed
looking straight at Frank who was pushing through the line.
“You know
him?” Joseph asked quickly. “That’s the owner.”
“Unfortunately,”
the twins replied.
“Mind telling
me what you’re all doing here? Then explaining why Isaac is dressed like My
Little Leather Barbie?” Frank eyed the group, gaining the attention of the
other dancers in line.
“That’s not
fair.” A slim dancer next to the group flicked his eyes to the others. “He’s
got a hook-up. The kid’s a fucking shoe-in.”
Frank turned
narrowed eyes to the dancer. “You know what I hate worse than a bad dancer? A
fucking pussy ass tattle tale. And one that wears pink sparkles on top of it.
Grow a dick or get the fuck out of my club you Lady Gaga wannabe.”
Earning a
few snorts from the other dancers, the man pouted and turned back
around—attempting to blend into the wall as all eyes slowly shifted away from
him.
“Now where
was I? Oh. Yeah. What is this?” He waved at Isaac’s outfit.
“I’m… I’m
going to dance,” Isaac managed.
“The fuck
you are. Now why are you here? If you wanted a drink, you could have come
through the front. You’re not babies, so why the back door?”
“Dad, he’s
gonna dance.” Hannah gave him a firm look.
Frank
laughed—a sound meant for disbelief. “Yeah. Right. If I let Isaac up there, his
dads would skin me alive and Knox would probably do worse. So cut the shit.
What do you all want?”
“I’m going to dance.” Isaac fisted his hands
at his sides, angry now. “And if you tell Knox or my fathers—” He looked up
with deadly blue eyes. “I’ll tell Aunt Jess about your Enya collection.”
“His what?”
The twins chorused in shock, breaking into a fit of giggles.
“Shut up!”
Frank commanded. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t listen to
that crap.”
“Yeah, you
do. So, what’s it going to be, Frank?” Isaac, suddenly confident, stood his
ground for once.
Joseph
watched the strange interactions of the small group. This dude was the twin’s
dad? Made sense in some ways, but why was Isaac so afraid of him knowing about
the dancing? And who was Knox?
“Knox will
kill me.” Frank finally relaxed his shoulders. “He’s out there right now, Iz.
He will shit bricks before he goes nuclear on you. Then he’ll most likely call
your dads. This will not end well. Mark my words.”
“It’s going
to end tonight—all of it. I’m sick of hiding this from everyone, something I
love to do. And—” Isaac swallowed. “Tonight I’m going to show him I mean
business.”
“Ah hell
kid, you’re doing this for Knox?” Frank shook his head. “Do you have any idea
what I mean by nuclear?”
“I do.”
Isaac tried not to return Joseph’s wide eyed stare.
“And you
really know how to do this? You can dance on a pole?”
Frank took
Isaac in closely now. He really did look like he belonged at Sated. The only
person in line dressed for the part. All the straps holding his boots together,
the fishnet that covered his chest to be torn off later, the collar at his
neck, and the black eyeliner setting off his darkened blue eyes—he looked like
a creature of the dark, a pole twister that would throb cocks for miles. As
much as Frank hated to admit it, not an ounce of man love in him, Isaac looked
sinful.
Joseph
laughed in response. Taking over for Isaac, he flicked his eyes to Frank. “He
can dance on a pole and then some. I’ve never seen anyone do what Isaac can do
and I’ve seen a lot.”
“And who the
hell are you?” Frank inhaled subtly—human for sure. Four vamps bringing a human
to Sated. Must be dinner or something, the owner mused.
“I’m his
teacher.” Joseph stuck out a hand. “Joseph.”
“Teacher? You can’t be older than twenty.
This gets weirder by the second.” Finally feeling like a dick for making the
kid stand there with his hand empty. Still incredulous, Frank shook Joseph’s
hand.
“I’m twenty
six actually, but I’ve been dancing my whole life, pole dancing since I was
eighteen. I teach in Harris.” Joseph tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear
as the owner measured him up.
“Ceramics?”
Frank groaned at Isaac. “Kid, you’re good. I’ll give you that. Fucking knew you
didn’t make no vases and shit. But—”
“Dad,
please,” Emma begged.
Her big
green eyes did that little glassy thing Frank was helpless against. Glancing at
Hannah, her lip trembled as if she was six all over again—her eyes matching her
sister’s. Frank was a goner.
“You really
want to piss off Knox that much? You trust that he won’t kill you, Iz?” Frank
bore eyes into Cade’s son. He could already imagine the aftermath, but he knew
the kid was going to do this, permission or no. “Can you handle the part where
he tells you no?”
On the
sidelines, Joseph studied Isaac, seeing the change as if a switch had been
turned on. Isaac was completely in love with this Knox guy. It was plain as
day. The change from shy boy to confident man came when Isaac let his arms fall
from defensively around his chest to at his sides—relaxed. He wanted this. The
very idea caused a mischievous depth to his stare. He truly was dancer, an
artist, a lover. There was no way any man could say no to Isaac after seeing
the passion in his moves.
“He’ll never
tell me no after tonight,” Isaac stated in a husky tone, surprising himself and
scaring Frank.
“You’re
going to do this regardless, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Isaac
smiled.
“Fine, but I
had nothing to do with this. Do you understand me?” Frank cocked his head,
wanting Isaac to follow.
“I never saw
you.” Isaac took the lead, but Frank stopped.
“I meant
just you, Iz. It’s dancers only from here on out. You guys go on in.”
“But—” Nan
worried. Isaac might be confident now, but what if he chickened out back there
by himself.
Isaac put a
reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Nan.” He leaned in. “Thank you
for everything you’ve ever done for me. I just wanted you to know that. In case
he does kill me.” Isaac grinned.
She squeezed
his hand, let it go, and turned around before she lost the nerve to give him up
to the world—to Knoxtian, I’m an asshole, Montesego. Somehow, in a way, she
knew everything was going to change tonight. Isaac really had grown up. This
was his future and hers waited right on the horizon. She could feel it. Nan
spared him one last look between the twins who were giving him a few last
words. He winked and she smiled. Isaac was going to be just fine. That was what
she told herself anyway.
“I already
gave your music to the DJ and the house has your set-up. DJ was impressed with
your choice if that gives you a little boost and the stage tech? He said that
the fog was only for regulars when they did their acts, but he’d throw you a
bone this time. I think he was bored or something.” Joseph chuckled.
“It’s a good
song and it deserved fog.” Isaac shrugged with a grin.
“We got to
go if you want to use the stage entrance from the dressing room. It’s the only
way Knox won’t see you until you’re up there.”
Frank nervously shifted his feet. He felt like a child waiting for the
principal or something and he didn’t like it one bit.
“Yeah. Okay.
Thanks, Joseph. I couldn’t have done this without you.” Isaac pulled his
teacher in for a hug.
“I’m proud
of you, Isaac.” Joseph squeezed his student tight.
“Fuck, what
is this, a Lifetime movie? Get your ass back here. Already giving me an ulcer
and I haven’t even drank yet.” Frank started to walk to the back. “And we’re
moving, Iz!”
“Bye,” Isaac
whispered, letting go of Joseph.
“See you up
there.” Joseph waved.
In the
dressing room, Isaac sat in front of a mirror—soft bulbs lighting his face.
Frank stood in the doorway.
“Wendy will
call your cue through that door. You’re number four,” Frank judged by the
clipboard on the wall. “So, I’d say maybe ten more minutes. This is your last
chance to back out, Iz.”
“I’m doing
this. I’m sorry if you think I’m being stupid, but this is just as much about
Knox as it is about dancing. I love dancing like I love breathing and maybe a
pole is a sign of sex to you, but to me? It’s so much more than that.”
“You’re not
stupid, Iz. I’m worried. I can worry, okay?” Frank put his hand on the
doorknob. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. I know how he is. We all do.”
“I’m doing
the right thing,” Isaac proclaimed—to himself or Frank, he wasn’t sure.
“Good luck,
Iz. I hope to God you’re right.” Frank shut the door without another word. If
all went well, maybe the club would still be standing by the end of his shift.
Isaac tried
not to dwell on what was about to happen. Instead, he walked to the wall. On
the other side was the stage, the music of another dancer. He put his hand to
the wall, feeling the thrum of a beat too fast to move to. Yet, he knew on the
other side, a dancer was giving it their all. For money or for the love of
dancing didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they had enough confidence
and power to not be afraid. If they could do this, Isaac leaned against the
wall, he could do this too.
Knox sat on
the steps leading to the VIP section upstairs and watched the stage through the
bars. New dancers always made him nervous. Bad things happened with stage
virgins. Every once in a while they’d find a jewel. More often than not, that
wasn’t the case. Drug addicts, roughnecks, unreliable—they all came looking for
a chance to fuck up.
The dancer
on stage wasn’t half bad—his moves that was. His look was another thing
entirely. Skin so greased up it was a wonder he didn’t fly off the pole and
land on the ground below. Hair spiked up like it was nineteen eighty seven
with—was that glitter? Knox groaned, back leaning against the wall.
“Who the
fuck wears lime-green leggings?” Knox tamped the urge to cover his eyes.
Averting his
stare as a distraction until the next hopeful took to the stage. Knox noticed
three familiar faces emerging onto the scene. Hannah and Emma lurking about
wasn’t unusual. They worked here. Nan and the new kid sliding into a booth in
front of the stage, that was unusual.
Nan stayed away from Sated and he liked it that way—the two of them never
seeing eye to eye. He couldn’t blame her though. He was an ass to her best
friend and she was a mother hen if he’d ever seen one.
The only
thing missing was the best friend.
That worried him enough to get to his feet and descend the stairs. He caught
Frank slipping behind the bar. Their eyes met—Frank looking away quickly,
busying himself with drinks. Something wasn’t right, Knox could sense it.
Passing
Frank with a hard look, Knox went to the booth and slid in. Tension high like a
blazing fire, he folded his hands on the table.
“What have
we here?” He eyed the blonde man next to Nan. Man a subjective word, the guy
barely growing facial hair much less qualifying as an equal to him.
“Hello to
you too, Knox. Such an asshole,” Nan sneered.
“You’re
Knox?” Joseph perked up.
The dance
teacher took Knox man with a hint of fear. The guy was huge. His black t-shirt barely contained his muscles and he had to
be well over six feet. Hair blue enough to swim in and dark eyes like the pits
of hell, Joseph looked away quickly. Fuck,
this guy is hot, the teacher blushed.
“Take a
picture, sweetheart. Maybe get you off later.” Knox growled. “Who the fuck is
this clown?”
“He’s Isaac’s
ceramics teacher, Joseph. He’s a mutual friend.” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Be
nice, Knox.”
“Why are you
looking at me like a science experiment, Joseph, the ceramics teacher?” Knox
leaned over the table.
“I… I didn’t
mean to. I’m sorry.” Joseph looked up. “I’ve just heard your name before.”
“Isaac
talking shit about me or something?” Knox’s nostrils flared. He didn’t like
this little shit knowing stuff about him or talking with Isaac like that, being
around his… fuck. When Joseph didn’t
say anything, Knox looked around. “Where is
Isaac?”
Emma clicked
a nail against the glass on the table. “Running some errands for Jacob.”
“You’re
lying,” he stated after getting ahold of his anger. He was on the floor in
front of clients. He couldn’t afford to start a scene he couldn’t finish.
“Does it
matter, Knox? He’s not here.” Hannah flicked her eyes to the stage. “We just
wanted to check out the fresh meat with the others. No big deal. Figured it was
a calm enough night to bring Nan and Joseph along. They’re not big on whips and
chains Tuesday.”
“Whips and
chains Tuesday,” Knox muttered with a snort. “Funny.”
“I thought
so.” Hannah took a drink from the server floating by. “If you’re just going to
be an ass, find somewhere else to sit. We’re trying to watch the
entertainment.”
“This is my
club and—”
“We’re
paying customers.” Emma spread out a few large bills on the table, an evil grin
on her lips. “Relax, Knox. Watch the stage. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“Where is
Iz?” He whispered, looking at the table.
“Working,”
Nan offered casually. This time Knox couldn’t hear her heart race. She wasn’t
lying.
He slid his
arms over the back of the booth, checking out the finale for the eighties court
jester who had dubbed himself a stripper. All that remained now was a gold lame thong, bills stuffed inside the elastic and
between his ass cheeks like a joke.
“Whatever,” Knox
commented to the booth.
The stage
tech knelt down to the side of the stage, no one noticing him except Knox
because it was his job. The vampire frowned as the fog machine wrapping around
the back of the stage kicked on and the lights dimmed to a deep blue glow
around the pole—the effect eerie yet highly sensual to the eye. No one used the
fog machine or the other equipment for except for regulars. They had set-up
routines, themes to their acts. What the fuck was going on? This was amateur
night!
“What the
fuck is this? None of the regulars are going on tonight.” Knox sat forward,
glancing over to the booth where the permanent dancers were all accounted for.
The DJ,
hidden behind his glass booth, announced the last dancers exit, asking for a
round of applause for Mickey. Stupid
fucking name, Knox thought, more than an amateur, but worse than a street
walker. The greased-up dancer bee lined for the bar to drink his night away. All
eyes fell on the stage as the DJ geared up another song.
“And now
please give your attention to Midnight.
A little bit of dark and sexy for all you creatures of the night out there. Enjoy.”
The DJ cut
the track into a slow, thump of a tune—a song that pulled Knox closer to the
edge of the booth like he was under a spell. The house lights darkened until
the blue glow lit up the fog as if the moon cut right through the ceiling. Hannah and Emma smiled in the dark. Joseph
rested his chin on his fist in anticipation. Nan held her breath.
The curtains
parted a little, black on black. Only Isaac’s pale skin shown through the
dark—long slender legs, the curve of his neck on display under the collar, his
arms as they wrapped around the pole. The mask on his face only showed his blue
eyes—seeking out Knox immediately as he slowly dipped down to the ground. When he locked onto those dark eyes in the
crowd that he wanted so badly, Isaac started to dance.
Knox was
still, almost dead in his seat. Mortified, aroused, enraged—he couldn’t figure
it out. Above any odor in the bar, he smelled Isaac—a tantalizing scent in
which he fought his body not to get a closer whiff. Gripping the booth for
support, Knox couldn’t look away as Isaac moved on stage. A train wreck of the
most beautiful kind slid down the steel pole.
He could
feel the attentions of every person, vamp and human alike, all focused on his
mate. All Knox could hear around him was heavy breathing and music. They too
were spelled. Surprise swam above the other emotions in his head. Isaac lifted
his leg straight against the pole—his body one line save for his torso, wrapped
his hands around the cold steel and spun like he was no longer constrained by
bones or muscles. Only fluid movement made up his body.
“Fuck,” Knox
whispered, shifting in his seat to settle the growing erection between his
legs.
He wanted to
crawl onto the stage. He wanted to lick those boots that encased the creamy
legs he longed to taste. He wanted to wrap those leather straps around Isaac’s
neck for a second, have him clamp down on his dick so hard while he rammed his
cock inside his mate. Knox wanted those lips to scream instead of smile
wickedly at him from above. Isaac Hightower knew exactly what he was doing to
him—driving him right off the deep end.
Isaac lifted
his body off the ground, his hair falling back. Every muscle in his arms burned
with pleasure. He ground against the pole slowly—his torso rippling like a wave
before the crowd. Every eye was enamored, struck by his snake like moves. The
way he blew the fog away silently. The way he was able to dance up the pole as
if he were flying. The way he slowly bent over when he came down, sliding his
hands down the backs of his thighs to release the ties connecting his boots to
his shorts. The shorts fell beneath the fog—revealing his smooth ass cheeks to
the crowd. Isaac twisted his hand, releasing the straps into the pit of booths.
Nan couldn’t
believe her eyes. Isaac was truly in his element. A bit of sweat ran down his
arms, no doubt from the hot blue light above. His mouth was open and begging to
be taken. She had never pictured Isaac like this and still felt nothing, but
sisterly love for him. But, damn if he wasn’t the most erotic thing she’d ever
seen. In between staring at him and detailing his every move, she wondered what
Knox would do to him when the dance was done. She prayed Isaac finally got his
happily everafter.
The twins
shared a devious look. They’d known all along that something was up between
Knox and Isaac—more than Isaac’s little crush. The only reason they’d pulled
Isaac back yesterday from going with Knox was because of this. If had gotten
with Knox, he’d never have gone on stage tonight. He deserved to make a name
for himself. He’d never had something to call his own and now they couldn’t
help but be proud of what he’d done. Sure, they were bitches most of the time,
but when it came to Isaac. He was like the brother they’d never had. He
deserved this moment in front of Knox—to show his mate he was more than some
play thing. That he was a man and Knox should never ever question that.
Joseph was
stunned to his seat. Isaac was beautiful.
He moved with a grace and prowess that most dancers sought after all their
lives. Even on a pole he looked regal, dramatic, and everyone in the room could
feel it. He was glad he finally got to see the day where Isaac stood up for
himself, left the dark corner of his low self-esteem and showed the world who
Isaac really was. He was dark, sensual, commanding. To be a part of his debut
made Joseph proud. Isaac was going to go places and Joseph knew their
friendship would eventually fade, but he was glad he could always have this to
look back on. Finally, he’d done something good to help another. Isaac was now
free.
Knox
growled, knowing his eyes were trying to shift despite his control. His fangs
hidden behind tightly shut lips, he jumped when those straps were thrown into
his lap. A seductive look from his mate and Knox was about to break. He felt
the money being slid under his hand on the table, a person behind him.
“I think
your mate wants this,” Hannah whispered in his ear.
He didn’t
have time to panic about that simple statement. She was right. Isaac dropped to
his knees on the stage. Right in front of him the spotlight moved slowly like
the hour was changing with the moon. Knox saw another man moving in with cash
and he sprang to his feet. A sharp look at the man from Knox and the sat back
down. Smart move, Knox growled. Isaac was waiting for him, fingers slowly unsnapped a button down the front of his barely
there thong. More black leather, more skin revealed to Knox’s eyes.
Isaac
crooked a finger. Knox took a step closer. The music moved as if it was
attached to the grind of Isaac’s hips, the move of his hands over his chest and
groin. Knox was on fire, his cock rigid in his leathers. This wasn’t right.
This was the Original’s son on stage taking his clothes off. All these people
watching his mate undress, thinking about putting money against his mate’s
skin. No, Knox hissed.
The last
step was the hardest, the feeling of giving in, submitting so to speak to his
mate. He was so pissed he was entranced. The backwards feeling caused an
erratic rhythm to his process of breathing. As angry as he was, he couldn’t
help but place his hands on Isaac’s thighs. His hands ran over the bumps of leather
straps, a reprieve of smooth skin before gripping the leather thong as Isaac
moaned.
The crowd
leaned forward as one. Every vampire in the room hummed with power, sex running
through their veins. They wanted an outlet for the arousal within them. They
wanted to see the large vampire claim that boy hard. They wanted the dark
feeling surrounding the stage to amplify until they could get the ending they
so wished.
Knox wasn’t
having any of that. He snapped the elastic bands away his mate forcefully—a painful
slap to Isaac’s hips when the thong back at him. Three hundred dollar bills
slipped into the band. The men’s breathe flowing back and forth with only a few
inches between their faces. Knox let Isaac know with his eyes how he felt.
Isaac didn’t care how pissed Knox was—only that he was getting exactly what he
wanted. Knox was so his.
He rose
before his vampire, his erection clearly displayed before Knox’s eyes. Stepping
back to the pole, Isaac gave it a quick spin, spreading his legs into a split,
and rising into the air. He would finish doing his dance because he was free to
do so. He had them all under his spell. Every eye trained on him. Even human,
Isaac could feel the want, the need, the image of him naked before them.
Coming back
to the ground, his nails dug into the netting at his chest—ripping it slowly
off his body. The smooth line of his slender torso caused a collective hiss in
the crowd. Creamy skin against the industrial steel pole drove them out of
their minds. Cautiously, feeling the claim Knox had given the crowd, vampires
from all over the room laid money at the edge of the stage. No one touched the
boy or lingered in his presence, only monetary gifts laid out as a strange
offering of sorts for a job well done.
No human had ever evoked a reaction from them like this that was not
their mate.
Hypnotically
swaying his hips, a low grind to the ground, Isaac rose one final time—his ass
in the air, legs spread and cheeks bared on either side of the leather thong.
Their hunger for his body made him bite his lip. He’d done it. He’d really
fucking done it. Confident of his next few moves now, Isaac gracefully met the
pole with his fingers and spun down to the thickening fog—his leg lingered in
the air, sinking down to meet the ground and out of sight.
The music
slowly dwindled with the blue light above. Darkness engulfed the club. Isaac
crawled between the curtains before the stage tech closed them. When the lights
went back on, a few wisps of fog remained, but Isaac was gone. In the dressing room,
he gripped the mirrored counter. He threw his head back and laughed—completely
high on the crowd’s reaction. While Knox’s erotic touch lingered on his skin.
Knox snapped
out of it. His surroundings returned and he slammed a hand on the
table—jostling every glass and person around him. “You all knew about this!”
“Knox, calm
down.” Nan scooted away. Oh yeah, he was pissed now that Isaac’s spell had worn
off. Shit times ten.
“Calm down?”
He laughed, attracting a few looks from the tables next to them. He leaned in
with narrowed eyes. “Showing his body off to everyone like that! Stick around.
It’s about to get real fucking ugly. After I’m done tearing Isaac a new hole in
his ass, you’re all next…” His words died off at the look on the twin’s faces.
Evil as ever, they smirked as if his words meant nothing.
“A new hole
in his ass?” Hannah’s smile grew wider.
“Fuck you
all.” Knox rose from the table, up to the bar. He pointed at Frank. “I knew
something was up, but I never expected you to be involved. Enjoy closing the
place down on your own tonight, Frank. God, you’re such a mother fucker.”
“Knox, chill
out. You’re scaring people.” Frank tried to round the bar, but a group of guys
huddled in his space. “Don’t do anything stupid. You know how he is. I’m
begging you man.”
“Stupid? No,
what you did was stupid. What I’m
going to do is illegal. Keep it clean, Frank,” Knox sneered. What was normally
a goodbye line between them—something that meant to keep the bar flowing as
usual—was now spat like a curse. Frank couldn’t help but feel a little wounded.
That was their thing! Now Knox had gone and sullied it. He pouted a little.
The blue
haired vamp booked it in wide strides towards the dressing room—the only place
Isaac could have gone with that kind of exit. He was sure of his destination as
the glorious scent of Isaac’s sweat was pulled through his nose upon a deep
inhale. Knox pushed open the door to the
dressing room, letting it whack against the fabric covered wall. He stood
there, imposing, furious and still very
hard.
Isaac
gasped, jumped back into the wall on the opposite side of the dressing table.
The other dancers that had arrived in the room minutes ago scattered past Knox.
One look at the vamp sent them running for the hills. In reality it was Knox’s
eyes that pushed them away, sending the thought into their minds—causing them
to flee.
Hands
splayed against the wall, Isaac felt his heart beat trying to jump out of his
body. His blood rushed in his ears, still high on adrenaline, and suddenly
fearful of the vamp coming closer. The metal door slamming shut on the spring
hinges made him cringe. They were now completely alone with Isaac’s
consequences. Now he had nowhere to hide. He’d teased, he’d prodded, he’d
actually begged for this moment. But now that it was here, he didn’t know what
to do. Knox had finally come for him—rough and ready and very, very angry.
Knox let the
power flood his eyes, swirling gold as his fangs dropped in his mouth. “How dare you,” he hissed. “How dare you make
a fool of yourself in my club,” he lied. “In front of vampires who know your family and
your fathers!” Knox roared his anger, still captivated by Isaac’s fearful stare.
“How dare you bare your body to strangers like a whore!”
Isaac sunk
to the ground in fear, upset suddenly, wallowing in grief at the cruel words
directed at him.
“You should
be scared, Isaac! You should feel like shit for what you’ve done. Asking Frank
to lie for you, to hide things from me! Getting your friends involved in this…
whatever it is. But more importantly for doing this to me.”
Knox
growled, stalking forward until he stood above Isaac. He gripped his forearm
and hauled him to his feet. Clutching his mate tightly, Knox pushed Isaac into
the dressing table to look at their reflection.
“Look at
you.” Knox ran his hands over Isaac’s bare torso, lingering over his small,
pink nipples—pinching them between his fingers until Isaac hissed in painful
pleasure. “Is this what you wanted, Isaac—to push me so far over the edge, to
get me angry as hell? Because if it is. You win, baby. Going up there and moving like that for everyone to see. Anyone could have touched you!”
“Why are you
mad?” Isaac squirmed in Knox’s embrace. His skin was feverish and not from the
sweaty dancing, but from Knox’s harsh touches. He wanted to rub against his
vampire, to feel him under his hands.
“Why the
fuck am I mad? Are you kidding me? Twenty three years, Isaac, twenty three
fucking years! It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” Knox whirled Isaac around.
He pushed him into the mirror, ass on the dressing table. Legs spread in
invitation. “Twenty three years of torture.”
“What?”
Confused, Isaac’s brow furrowed. “What does my age have to do with this?”
Knox
realized his stupid slip, but he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. “No one
asked you to talk, did they?”
“You don’t
own me. I’ll talk if I want to.” Isaac dug the heels of his boots around Knox’s
ass, making him wobble closer. He was consumed with Knox surrounding him. A
dangerous spike in his libido brought sly words from his mouth. “I asked you a
question.”
“And I’m not
going to answer.” Knox growled back.
“Then what
do you want, Knox, a private dance?” Isaac licked his lips, begging Knox to
kiss him—teasing the vamp without mercy. “You’re not making any sense. Touch me
or don’t touch me. Stay or get out. Tell me or don’t tell me. Make up your
fucking mind for once. I know what you want. I know what I want. Now tell me
face to face and stop acting like such
a pussy.”
Realizing
his mouth was hovering over Isaac’s, Knox pulled back to look into wide blue
eyes. “You’ll never dance on that stage or any other stage again. Showing this
off for just anyone is forbidden.”
“Forbidden?”
Isaac scoffed. “I’m an adult. If I want to give others pleasure by looking,
it’s my right and no man will take
that away from me. You can’t forbid me. You aren’t my master and if this about
my fathers, go ahead and tell them.”
He’d hoped
for an explosive episode between them finally, but now, he doubted everything
about Knox all over again. Telling him what to do like he was five, making
demands, not once telling him how good he was out there or how sexy he looked.
Everyone was right. Knox really was a bastard.
Isaac looked
down with sad eyes. “You know, for the life of me I can’t figure out why I want
you. I can give you a list of reasons, but when you look at them, none of them
are concrete. Not one thing screams at me to keep putting myself through this.
You have no idea what it took for me to go up there tonight, to do what I loved
because I thought—I thought for a second you would finally tell me—”
His wrist
was snatched. His body pulled close to Knox’s chest. Lips devoured his—a
scorching tongue didn’t ask for permission, but pushed in by force, demanding
contact. Even with his impassioned speech—his clear refusal of Knox’s
hate—Isaac couldn’t say no to the feel of Knox’s large arms surrounding him
like the walls that made up a home. His foundation made of the ground that
seemed to tilt under them with each flick of the vampire’s tongue, each twist
of Knox’s fingers into his back.
“Mine,” Knox
hissed across his lips. “Always mine.”
Picked up by
his ass, Isaac was relocated to the leather chaise in the corner. Eye to eye,
the men struggled to understand what was happening, true feelings or just
lust—both of them worried to let go, but for different reasons.
“You hate me
though,” Isaac murmured.
Knox shook
his head against his boy’s neck. “I could never hate my mate,” he breathed.
Suddenly
stilling his body over Isaac like he’d been stabbed and the shock was setting
in, Knox realized the words he’d let go of. In truth, he’d just verbally
stabbed himself. This was not how he’d wanted to do this. This was not the
place. He’d made plans for this moment. Oh shit.
It took a
second for the haze of Knox’s body covering Isaac to make those words sensible,
logical to his mind. Time seemed to slow down. Isaac shivered, memories
flooding him like snapshots in his head. Everything locked into place—the
puzzle that was Knox’s hatred towards him all coming to light. His mate? All
this time, Knox had lied to him. He’d disrespected him to hide his dirty
secret. He’d shunned him, pushed him so far sometimes he’d considered—
“Isaac,”
Knox breathed, feeling the cold run through his mate. A dead calm that matched
Isaac’s eyes.
“You lied to
me.”
“Isaac, we
can talk about this.” Unceremoniously thrown off Isaac, Knox landed flat on the
ground—eye level with the soles of Isaac’s boots.
“Twenty
three years and I tortured you?” Isaac laughed, sort of cried. “You
made a fool of me. You’ve betrayed me so many times I can’t even count. Every
second I begged to be a part of your life and you knew why. You knew why I
loved you and still you treated me like shit. What did I ever do to you to make
you feel this way? Why was I never good enough for you?”
Knox sat up
to watch Isaac’s eyeliner drip in inky streaks down his face. “I had to, Isaac.
I had no choice.”
“Yes, you
did.” Isaac felt so exposed. In nothing but a thong and knee high boots, he
felt on display, like a whore to the man that had flipped his world in a matter
of seconds. “You let me think I was crazy. You split my parents apart from me
for so long, had them fighting to the point that it hurt me. All this time and
you knew I was your mate. All this time you let me feel like I was all alone.
You have no idea what I went through because of you. And yet still I want you.”
“Yes I do.”
Knox got to his feet cautiously. “You don’t think I know exactly what you went
through because of me? You are the one who has no idea. To know since the moment
you arrived at the compound—a little baby—that you were mine, but I couldn’t
touch you. It’s so fucked up, Isaac. How do you think I felt? How sick and
twisted would it be to be part of your childhood when I knew in the end I would
claim you as mine? To watch you grow up, all these little memories of your
first steps, your first kiss, the day you got your driver’s license. I couldn’t
do it! I’m not your family. I’m not your uncle or your father. I am your mate
and it was wrong!”
Isaac was
starting to panic. He was angry, not really, but he felt like he was. He felt
betrayed somehow. He felt abandoned after all these years. But still he craved
Knox with a vengeance. He still felt that he had to tell him how he felt. “You
hurt me. Time and time again, you could have smiled or gave me a little bit of
attention. I’ve been of age for how long, Knox? Five years and you haven’t once
come for me,” he whispered. “You’ve let me drift along, crushing so hard on
you, falling in love with you. I am so sorry that I’m not the one you wanted.
That I embarrass you, not a fighter like the others.”
He turned
away. He couldn’t look at Knox. He’d wanted to be his for so long. He’d wanted
those arms around him so many times he couldn’t count. Now here they were,
letting it all out. And only because he’d made the choice to fight for what was
his. But Knox was angry. He didn’t want him back. What was he going to do? “That
I’ve shamed you for so long, tortured you.” He picked up his jacket. “I’ll go
now. I just, I wanted to, never mind.”
“You can’t
leave me.” Knox growled. “You’re mine.”
Knox had
strung him along like a doll. All he’d ever wanted was to be held, to be
loved—to fit in. And all along Knox had been that place to fit, but he’d denied
Isaac so hard there was little hope in the young man’s heart that he’d ever be
happy again. Now he’d grown into a freak. He wanted the pain that Knox offered.
He wanted things that normal people didn’t want. But above all that he wanted a
man that was poisonous to his heart. Knox had ruined him for life.
You know
what he wants to hear, Knox thought. Studying Isaac’s nose as it flared. You
know how to make this right, but you’re scared of opening up when he could
really reject you. You love him with every nerve in your body, yet you let him
stand here thinking you don’t. All these thoughts and more filled Knox. His
beast didn’t know what to do. One half wanted to throw Isaac against a wall and
rut like an animal, but the other wanted to hold him tight, whisper sweet
apologies and make it all better. If it was possible, his body would have split
in two and ran in different directions.
“The night
of your eighteenth birthday, I did try to tell you.” Knox took a step back and
Isaac actually faltered. “Then I realized you would react exactly like this. I
realized everyone was right about me and I didn’t—I didn’t deserve you.”
“But you
knew I was your mate. It would’ve been okay. Everything would’ve been just
fine.” Isaac pulled on his jacket to feel less naked. Knox had called him a
whore or hinted to it. He didn’t feel so sexy now. He felt like melting into a
puddle and escaping down a crack in the floor.
“No! It
wouldn’t have been fine.” Knox’s beast was fighting to make an entrance. His
mate was all sad and vulnerable. He wanted to attack him with his mouth. Show
Isaac how much he was needed, how fucking beautiful he was—how sexy. “I needed
time.”
“Time? How
long were you going to wait, Knox, until I finally went crazy from wanting you?”
Isaac skipped around Knox as the vamp closed in. His mate was so much bigger up
close and he was so small. His heart sped up. He felt like he was going to be
sick from the intensity of Knox’s eyes. “Just don’t. You don’t want this like I
want this.”
“Yes, I do.”
Knox licked his fangs, taking another step. “You have no idea what you did to
me out there. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“I want all
of you.” Isaac held his breath as Knox closed in. “But you’re such an asshole
to me,” Isaac whispered.
“It’s what I
do. It’s who I am. And you fucking
love it.” Trapping Isaac against the wall, Knox’s hands planted against the
flat surface. “Tell me what you want, Isaac, and I’ll give it to you. You want
an apology? You want me to tell you what I think of you?”
Isaac
squirmed. “We shouldn’t do this here. They’re all listening out there. I know
it. We should—”
“Not a
chance.” Knox pinned Isaac’s wrists against the wall above his head, squeezing
them with force. His body connected with his mate’s, earning him a shudder from
Isaac. “What do you want, Isaac?”
Just like
Knox, Isaac’s body fought for control between two emotions—slight anger and
love. His brain flooded with so many emotions—so heartbroken, so very aroused.
Now he knew he couldn’t help but want Knox like this. It was in his blood—or
was it? Confused, Isaac chanced a look at Knox. He gasped at the swirling eyes
looking back, the fangs caging Knox’s tongue.
Knowing he
couldn’t take Isaac here, not enough room or privacy for his mate, Knox had to
convince Isaac to come with him like he’d planned all along. Somehow, some way,
Isaac was going to be his. He dipped his head during Isaac’s moment of shock to
inhale his mate’s neck. Arousal thick like honey made his mouth water, his
heart rate speed up. Honing in on the rhythmic sound of Isaac’s pulse, Knox
licked his tongue over the smooth skin slowly.
Naturally,
Isaac squirmed even more. This time it wasn’t that he was fearful or sad. He
was still confused, but Knox’s tongue was so hot, just right. The erection
below rubbed against his as if two sticks were trying to make a fire.
“Fuck,” he
whispered, relaxing his wrists against Knox’s palms.
The slow
melt of Isaac’s body caused Knox’s rumble of approval. His mouth latched over
his mate’s neck to suck hard at the skin.
“Stop,”
Isaac pleaded half-heartedly—an attempt to control the situation. “Please,
stop.”
Knox only
sucked harder, letting go of his mate’s wrists to pick him up by the ass and
slide him up the wall for a better taste.
“Knox! Oh
God.” Hands going around Knox’s shoulders, Isaac held on tight. Shivering
violently, his boots slid into place over the swell of the vampire’s ass. “Stop,”
he rasped.
“I like
hearing you beg me.” Knox hissed in Isaac’s ear. Pressed tight, sandwiching his
mate between the wall and his body, Knox felt his dominance flooding forth. “I
warned you I’m an asshole, no good, but you wouldn’t stop, just like I’m not
going to stop now.”
“If you do
this here, I’ll hate you forever,” Isaac lied. “Everyone will hear it.”
“You can
hate me, but you love me more.” Knox nipped at one ear lobe, piercing it just a
little bit to suck a drop of blood away. The taste good enough to release in
his leathers below, but he had enough self-control to hold his self together.
Isaac hissed
at the delicious pain. “What if I don’t?” He wanted to hear Knox say it back.
He wanted more than anything to hear something to make him feel not so one
sided.
Knox forced
Isaac to look at him with a sharp hiss. “You will always love me. Don’t you
ever fucking say that again.”
“Or what?”
Isaac gaged Knox’s reaction, his eyes filled with hurt as much he tried not to
show it.
“Or you’ll
be punished.” Knox ground hard against his mate, making the threat very clear.
“What if I
don’t care?”
Knox
squeezed Isaac’s ass, rubbing his mate’s groin all over his body. “You’ll care.
Trust me.”
Something in
Knox’s tone forced Isaac to study his face. “Why did you wait? You could have
had me for so long.”
Thrown by
the question, Knox leaned back—letting Isaac slip from his embrace. Beyond the
fact that he was an asshole, he was also a coward when it came to the true
reason for their mating delay. Isaac watched Knox sink onto the leather chaise,
facing away from him. The vampire’s shoulders fell, his face in his hands.
“Your
fathers. One, I’m scared of them. Two, I don’t want them to do anything to you.
Take you away from me because they hate me.”
Isaac was
cautious as he took a closer look, shocked by Knox’s answer. He knew, even if
the vampire wouldn’t admit it, that Knox was hurting as much as he was—the urge
to run to him and make everything between them about true mated love instead of
just lust and unanswered questions was instant. But he held back. Knox’s answer
made him mad. Was his mate that big of a coward that he wouldn’t fight for him?
This had been partly about his fathers the entire time?
“You waited
five years to touch me because of my fathers? Please tell me you’re joking.”
Isaac exhaled, crossed his arms because he couldn’t believe it. “You’re a Royal
warrior, best friend to the prince, and you’re scared of my fathers?”
“They’re
Guardians, Isaac!” Knox stood up to face his mate. “Your da is the fucking
Original. Do you have any idea the amount of strength it takes your pop to hold
him back when he’s pissed? Imagine he finds out what I’ve been hiding, how I
hurt you because I wouldn’t fess up, because I’m a fuck up. He would kill me,
Isaac. He will take you away from me and kill me.”
“My da would
never do that! We’re mates. He would never take that away from me.” Isaac threw
his hands up. “Do you not want this? Is this just some excuse to push me away
or are you really serious?”
Knox was
starting to slide off the deep end. Confused, broken that Isaac would think he
was a coward, the truth of how much he had hurt his mate—it was all too much.
He didn’t deserve the beautiful man that was fated to be his. He was better off
dead than anywhere near Isaac. His life meant nothing without him though. The
consequences wouldn’t stop pestering him on top of it all. Cade would find out,
Rowe and the others. They would come for him eventually. Burnt out and tired of
lying, a true coward, Knox grabbed Isaac’s hand. They needed to get out of here
before both of them started to dance in circles around the subject. He needed
to show Isaac how he felt. Fuck everything else.
“That’s it?”
Conflicted with emotion, Isaac was dragged down the hall. “You don’t have an
answer for that?”
“Not right
now, Isaac.”
Jaw dropped,
Isaac grabbed for Knox to slow him down. “No! You don’t get to do this because
you can’t say how you feel to me! Making up crappy excuses! You owe me that
much. Tell me, damn it.”
“Stop! If
you touch me again, you’re not going to like where it lands you.” Knox threw
open the door, his entire body rigid with barely contained arousal. If Isaac
grabbed at him one more time, it was going to end with very public sex—the kind
that would be burned into the back of your eyes for the rest of your days.
“Oh, you can
touch me, but I can’t touch you! You’re crazy!” Isaac yanked his hand for all
that he was worth as they exited the dressing room. Knox was stronger though.
Down the hall, he was pulled after his mate. “Stop right now and talk to me,
damn it!”
“Nope.” Knox
kept walking until he had to slow down to squeeze through a pack of staff
members gathered. “Get back to work,” he barked. He came to a complete stop as
Frank stood in front of the back door with his arms crossed—the others flanking
him.
“Knox,”
Frank warned. “Why don’t we go into the office and talk this out?”
“I’d rather
swallow broken glass, but thanks for the offer,” Knox sneered. “I’ll give you a
minute.” Knox let go of Isaac. “But you better be out in the car in five
minutes. No more, Isaac.” He pushed past Frank, knowing Isaac would come. He
was too pissed off now not to. Knox smiled secretly. He loved his boy angry, even
if he was an asshole for thinking so.
“Isaac?” Nan
stepped in his way.
“Kind of
busy here, Nan!” He moved around her.
“With your
mate?” Hannah asked casually.
Isaac’s head
whipped around, following the trail of knowing eyes around him. How did they?
They all knew! “You all—”
Hannah
shrugged. “How could we not? You’re the only one that didn’t see it.”
The feeling
of his world dropping out from under him, the scent of betrayal, all of it left
Isaac stunned—even more pissed off. His teeth clamed together to keep the
embarrassing tears back, Isaac flicked his eyes around wondering for a second
where Joseph was. The thought fled as his eyes met Nan’s again.
She could
see how hurt he was, but she also knew this needed to happen. His anger could
be channeled into passion for his mate, who was now out in the back alley.
“Go after
him, Iz. You finally have him. Go be happy.” She counted the seconds it took
for Isaac to look at her normally, not like she had betrayed him. Truthfully,
she hadn’t known at all until tonight.
“He lied to
me. All this time, he lied.”
“Hey,” Frank
interrupted. “I know what he did was really wrong and you completely hold the
right to kick the shit out of him, but Knox doesn’t know how to do this stuff,
Iz. If you haven’t noticed, he’s not exactly everyone’s favorite around here.
And with a secret like that, I don’t know that I wouldn’t do the same. I just
found out from them and I’m still in shock about it. Imagine having to watch
you grow up like that—that had to be hard on him, Iz. Add your parents on top
of that and I’d be scared shitless.”
Overwhelmed
with Frank’s words sinking in, the same fear of his parents, Isaac brushed
Nan’s arm and made for the door. He had to find out if this was real. Sure he
felt it, but he wanted to hear it from Knox again, wanted to feel his touch one
more time before he let his mind believe it was true. His heart said yes, but
he needed to audibly hear that Knox wanted him back.
Knox could
feel Isaac near. He was about ready to explode—pacing back and forth in the
alley, whispering to himself, acting like a crazy person. He knew that if he
got Isaac away from the others, they could get in the vehicle and leave—be alone.
He’d planned on doing this later tonight or tomorrow at the latest. So what if
plans had changed, everything was still ready. Watching Isaac on that stage
confirmed everything he felt for his mate. He couldn’t wait any longer. Not
hours, not days—he would claim Isaac tonight.
Seeing as
how Isaac responded to his anger, Knox cleared his throat and made for his car
the moment the back door flung open. Opening the door, he glared heatedly at
Isaac—who glared right back.
“You coming
or what,” Knox growled. Inside, his beast was thrilled that Isaac was standing
there, had come for him. He wasn’t sure if he could make the entire drive to
their secret destination, but he was sure as hell going to try.
“Well, you
can’t exactly leave me here,” Isaac marched over, clutching his coat to him
tighter—shivering in the frigid night air. “I hope you don’t plan on going
home. Everyone back at the compound will know what you’ve done soon enough. And
with you scared of Guardians and what not,” he teased, disguised as anger.
Maybe he did like being angry at Knox because it turned the vampire on. Or was
that just his imagination?
“What the
hell do you care, Isaac? I’m just an asshole, aren’t I? Your coward of a mate?”
Knox played the scorned lover card, getting into his car with a slam of the
door. He counted to three before the passenger door ripped open and Isaac
hopped in.
“You’re not
getting off that easy, you bi-polar son of a bitch. You started this and you’re
going to finish it!” Isaac crossed his arms, cock throbbing at their screaming
interactions while looking out the windshield—trying his best not to look at
Knox. Maybe it was him who liked the angry banter. God, he was such a freak
now!
“I don’t
think you’ll like how I finish things, Isaac.”
“And how the
fuck do you know that, Knox? You’re the one who puts his hands on me and then
walks away. You’ve never finished anything.” Isaac cut his eyes over. His heart
stopped at the look of hunger on Knox’s face. He squirmed in his seat, crossed
his legs to look out the window again.
“Fine.” Knox
turned over the ignition, revving the engine to life with a mighty roar. “We’ll
just have to find out the hard way.”
“Fine,”
Isaac spat. “Guess we will.”
A smug grin
on his face, Knox whipped out of the alley and into traffic. A few cars honked
and swerved when the black on black muscle car slid into their way, but Knox
didn’t care. He had somewhere to be and a certain impatient someone at his
side. They were really going to do this, he thought for the first time. Isaac
was really going to go with him. He was now responsible for his mate’s life,
care, welfare. Even if Isaac was mad as hell, acting tough right now, he was
very, very vulnerable.
Knox
swallowed hard at the thought of his innocent mate in his care—a life he had to
protect. Making an actual commitment beyond sex was something that had crossed
his mind, but he never really thought about it in depth. Being mated, that was
usually a given, but the emotional side of things was more important now than
ever. If Isaac was truly going to offer himself to Knox in that way, did he
really understand what all that entailed? What Knox truly wanted?
“I’m sorry,”
Knox blurted. He cringed, keeping his eyes on traffic—wishing the exit to
freedom was closer than it was.
“You’re
sorry?” Isaac snorted.
Isaac folded
his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his shins. “My entire life
I’ve wanted you to just… I don’t know, but I wanted it. You pushed me away so
hard, that at times, I truly felt like I was going to die. I guess my body knew
better than me, because there came a time when I stopped letting you push me
and started to push back. I don’t know how I did it, but I knew I had to. Now I
know why. I can’t help but feel cheated now. I’ve spent so much of my life
pining over you.”
“You don’t
think I can feel your pain, Isaac? Every time I called you worthless to hide my
secret or abused you, I felt it. At first it was just in your eyes, that sad
look that tore me to pieces. Then I started to feel it. I know how badly I
treated you and yes, I was selfish in every way possible.” Knox cut in front of
three lanes of traffic to make his exit. The honks and revs of engines made no
difference to him. “You don’t know the other side of things—the side that did
care all along. Did you know that I put Reese’s in your lunch every day until
you graduated high school?”
Isaac’s face
fell. He had always thought it was Maggie who did that. He’d hated school lunch
and she’d been the one to pack his stuff every morning because he was lazy. The
Reese’s had been his favorite part of the day. He’d save them for the ride home
after he got a little older—reveling in the small tradition that he took for
granted.
“More than
once a week, I came to check on you when you were sleeping, after you started
having those bad dreams in middle school. I—”
“I thought
it was my da. He would rub my back until I went back to sleep.” Isaac folded in
on himself further.
“No, it was
me.” Knox hit the gas as he merged onto the new interstate heading northeast
out of the city—deciding the skip the interstate drive all together. “Open the
glove box.”
“Why?” Isaac
asked sheepishly.
“Just do
it.”
Slowly,
Isaac flipped open the glove compartment. Staring back at him was his blade he
had never wanted to look at again—the blade he had used to kill Omar. It was
cleaned, glinting blue in the lights from the dash.
“Why do you
have this?” Isaac trembled, picking up the weapon.
“Because I
had it made for you. I knew one day you would want it back and I liked having
it around until you decided you did.” Knox’s heart thumped hard at the
revelation. Isaac had stilled next to him, an innocent look of awe on his face.
“I had given one to Jaska for his birthday because Yuri suggested he wanted one
like mine. You were jealous and your dad got mad at me. Remember that?”
“Yes,” Isaac
whispered.
“Yours was
already being made, but it took longer. It was more special and I wanted it to
be just right. Blaze worked hours on the handle, but I wanted to do the
detailing myself. I never made anyone else one after yours. I only made Jaska’s
because Yuri paid me.”
Tears
pricked Isaac’s eyes as he held up the handle to see it closer—his name
intricately laid within the metal. “But you said I wasn’t any good with a
blade.”
“I thought
having something like that might give you a little more confidence. Maybe not
in training, but you used it well when the time was right.”
“Omar,”
Isaac answered. “When he—”
“I don’t
want to talk about him, Isaac.” Knox’s grip on the wheel went white knuckled.
“I know you loved him or whatever, but I’m… I’m glad he’s dead.”
“I never
loved him. I might have thought I did at the time. But he was only my first—”
“Stop! I
don’t want to hear any more.” Knox ground his teeth together, willing his fangs
to stay back.
“You were
jealous of him, weren’t you? That’s why you hated him so much. I remember that
night. You didn’t want me to go with him. It’s weird though, I can’t remember
anything after that.”
Knox darted
his eyes around nervously. He stayed silent, untrusting of his next words.
“What?”
Isaac laid the blade back in the glove compartment carefully, shutting the latch.
“Nothing,”
Knox hissed.
It was
unlike Knox to stay silent for long. Hadn’t he just said he didn’t want to talk
about this? Isaac found an uneasy silence between them. More than just the
anger on his part and the hesitant fear of what he was really getting into.
Knox knew something that he didn’t. After hearing the small things Knox had
done throughout his life, Isaac wondered if he really did care. Chancing, more
like hoping he did, Isaac slid his hand onto Knox’s thigh.
“What is
it?”
Knox jumped,
swerving the car a little before righting it back into the lane. “Don’t touch
me. I’m driving.”
“So I can
touch you when you’re not driving?”
“I… just sit
back and relax, damn it.” Knox kept his eyes on the road. He praised whoever
was watching over them when his turn off could be seen up ahead.
“What are
you not telling me, Knox?”
“Nothing you
want to know.”
“Tell me.
Stop playing games with me. You say you’re sorry, well, start talking.”
“You’re only
going to work yourself up and that’s not a good idea while we’re driving. It’s
unsafe.”
“Okay, da. Fuck! Will everyone stop treating me
like a fucking child for once! I am an adult for crying out loud.”
“Stop
screaming,” Knox commanded. “Or I will this car over and—”
“And what?
Isaac’s cock rose to attention. The thought of Knox climbing over the center
console to punish him aroused him all over again.
One whiff of
Isaac’s arousal and Knox groaned. Close quarters, too close, he cringed. “And
you can get out. I’ll leave you there.”
“No, you
won’t.” Isaac’s face determined, he crossed his arms over his knees. “Now tell
me. I promise not to scream if you start talking to me like an adult.”
“I have
another two hours to drive, Isaac. I won’t sit in a car with a brat for the
entire time. If I tell you, you have to swear to behave yourself. You can slap
me or whatever when we get there.”
“Two hours?
Where the hell are we going?” Isaac balked.
Knox cut his
eyes, swirling with heat, at his mate. “It’s a secret. Now swear to me.”
No other
choice but to comply, Isaac nodded. “Fine, I swear. Do we need to lock pinkies
or something?” He rolled his eyes.
The vampire
snorted. “No, smart ass, we don’t.”
“Get on with
it then.”
“Fine.” Knox
took a deep breath. “You and I were fighting the night Omar found us in the
hall.”
“Yeah,”
Isaac whispered with the memory. Even a little fuzzy, he remembered Knox’s
hands on his body. The possessive way the vampire had forbid him from seeing
Omar.
“Things got
out of hand. Omar acted all hurt and shit. He left us there and you got upset,
started crying. I… I couldn’t take it.”
“Me crying?”
Isaac looked at Knox’s strong profile.
“Yes,” Knox
hissed. “I didn’t want you going to him. I couldn’t see you like that. I knew.
I just knew Omar was bad news and you were so upset. I kissed you.”
“What?”
Isaac stared at the blue grow of the dashboard. “I don’t remember that. I
would’ve remembered that, Knox.”
“No, you
wouldn’t have, because I made you forget it.”
“You’re
lying. Swiping our memories is forbidden. Not even you would’ve done that.”
“I did,
Isaac. You weren’t eighteen yet. You were so upset. It was all too much for you
to handle. They would have killed me. I would have never seen you again.”
“You made me
forget?” Isaac repeated to himself. “Or is it you that wanted to forget?” His bottom lip trembled, tears on the
way.
Knox saw the
chance to pull over—a carpool lot off the highway. He took the sharp turn.
Isaac slapped his hands out for support as the car screeched into the lot and
slammed to a stop. Knox unbuckled his mate’s seat belt and pulled Isaac into
his lap—kicking the seat back as far as it would go. His lips crushed Isaac’s,
melting the human into his chest—a pile of mushy limbs as his body gave in.
Hands in
Isaac’s hair, one molding to his back, Knox stabbed his tongue into his mate’s
mouth to wipe the evil question away. With a swipe of his hand, Knox cupped
Isaac’s ass—forcefully bringing his mate’s hips to his swollen erection.
Isaac’s slender legs ground hard in invitation—gasping when the rock hard
arousal met his own, even with their clothing.
“You think I
want to forget you?” Knox hissed into Isaac’s mouth. “Can never forget you,” he
slurred, biting Isaac’s bottom lip—sucking it into his mouth.
“Wanted you
so bad,” Knox choked—Isaac’s tongue cutting off his words momentarily. “Still
want you.”
“Take me,”
Isaac moaned. “Fuck it all. I need you,” he gasped the words.
Satisfied
with the answering grinds of Isaac’s body, the needy breaths from his mate’s
mouth, Knox used every inch of his self-control and pushed Isaac back into his
seat awkwardly.
“What… what
the fuck?” Isaac flailed to sit up correctly, wide eyes on Knox.
“And you’ll
have me. But first, we have places to be.”
“Are you
serious! You’re fucking crazy.” Isaac’s dick leaked in his thong. The urge to
thrust his hands inside was maddening.
“I’ve been
called worse. And plus—” Knox cut his eyes to Isaac, narrowing them with a
growl. “I like it when you’re angry.”
“You’re such
a freak,” Isaac growled back.
“And so are
you. We’re two peas in a pod.” Knox slipped his seatbelt back on with a shit
eating grin. “You are the one who’s going to beg for it, Isaac Hightower. Not
me.”
Isaac
screamed through his teeth, thumping back against his seat. “I hate you.”
“No you
don’t. You love it.” Knox geared it into drive and took off to their secret
destination; Orange popsicles on his mind the entire time.
Somewhere in
his renewed hatred of all things Knox, Isaac fell asleep. The bumpy road
underneath and the soothing sound of Knox’s voice woke him up. He opened his
eyes to tiny slits, concentrating on the words Knox was saying into his cell.
“You have
everything ready then, all the stuff on the list?” Knox zipped around the gated
road. “Good. We’ll be there in about ten minutes. I’m just heading into
downtown now.”
Even through
his lashes, Isaac recognized where they were. The rocky cliffs and the crashing
sounds of waves even over the hum of the car—they were heading for the Wharf.
Stunned, Isaac sat up.
“I gotta go,
but, uh—thanks,” Knox muttered. He ended the call and tossed the phone in the
console.
Yawning,
Isaac looked over at his mate. His mate, he repeated in his mind. He and his
mate were headed for the Wharf. There was only one place they could be
going—his parent’s property. This was a bad idea, being surrounded by his
family’s stuff while Knox and he… oh no.
“We can’t go
to the house. That’s really fucking weird.” Isaac shied away into the door.
Knox rolled
his eyes. “We aren’t going there. Do you think I’m that stupid? And besides,
your parents would know in an instant where we were and who you were with. Nina
has guards staying there just in case the place is compromised again.”
“Again?”
Isaac looked over. “What do you mean?”
Knox
frowned. Hadn’t Cade told his son about any of this? “Yeah, back when we first
met your da, he had this ex who was a complete shit for brains. The guy, Damon
I think his name was, got mixed up with Nina’s brother and came after your
fathers. Well, I think he was just after your da to begin with. He tried to
kidnap your uncle Dan in the process, to get to your da, but D—” Knox chuckled.
“D booked it to the house, one big hot mess of blonde, and voila, he too got
mixed up in the world of vampires. We had all been staying there to help your
da when he turned. It was some real crazy shit back then.”
“They never
told me about that stuff,” Isaac murmured. “They only tell me about the house
when talking about my grandparents. I think they tried to make the place about
good memories instead of bad. But my dad had a crazy ex?” He grinned, thrilled
that he got to hear about parents before he came along.
“Oh yeah,
dude was insane. He thought that if Thomas threw him a bone and he made good of
it, he was going to be something special on the enemy side. Only wanted power
and money, as do they all. Your da gave it to him good though. I’ll never
forget that night.”
“What did he
do?” Isaac sat up again with interest.
“Your pop
had been shot in the back and your da had to turn him after he… died.”
“What?” The
thought of his pop dying squeezed at his heart. He couldn’t even imagine that
kind of pain.
“Relax,
everything went okay obviously.” Knox smiled. “Your pop had just eased into the
last stages of the turn when they brought Damon back to the house. Cade
couldn’t wait to kill the son of a bitch. I didn’t get to see it in person, but
that was some kind of execution. Let me tell ya. Your Gran showed it to us on
her phone later and it was still something to behold, even on that little
screen. He stabbed the dude in the dick.” Knox shuddered.
“Okay, whoa.
Gran took a video of it? That’s crazy and my dad stabbed some dude in the…
that’s not right.” Isaac chuckled.
“Your Gran
can be a little crazy at times. I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing her in
action on more than a few occasions. She’s lethal when she needs to be, and
yeah, totally agreed on the stabbing thing. But that was just the appetizer to
what he served up to Damon. He shoved his blade down the guy’s throat like it
was a circus act and cut out his fangs. Probably still has them somewhere too.”
The little
lights of downtown sparked Isaac’s attention. He grinned out the window with
the familiarity of the place. Coming back here always felt like home.
“I’ve never
really seen my da in action like that. They always hide that stuff from me like
I can’t take it or something. I mean, I’ve seen him train, but never on the
field. And now that you mention it, I guess I can picture Gran being a secret
freak. She’s always like one step ahead of us, smart. I guess she can be lethal
too.”
“She is
always one step ahead. She knew that you were mine a long time ago. Almost
kicked my ass on more than one occasion.” Knox sighed. If they were being
honest with each other, now that he had Isaac to himself, he’d rather let it
all out. “Don’t be mad at her though. I made her keep the secret too. So if you
want to blame someone, blame me.”
Isaac let
the truth sink in. He thought about it and decided he’d had enough anger for
one night. “I’m not mad, Knox. I was, because it hurt. I won’t lie and say it
didn’t hurt to know that you hid that for so long, but honestly? I knew.
Somehow I knew it from the beginning and I did push you back which probably
only made it worse. I admit that it had to be hard for you, but you didn’t have
to be that way. You know?”
“I’m so
sorry, Izzy. I really am.” Knox stared out the windshield. His mate’s
acceptance warmed his heart. Even under all his tough exterior and badass
personality, he had a heart for the man sitting next to him. “It was just so
hard to look at you every day and not run to you, not hold you when you fell
down or the others picked on you. I just wanted to stomp on them and make you
feel better. I wanted to wring those guy’s necks that put their hands on you,
stole your attentions from me. I wanted to—”
“Knox?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s okay
now. I get it.”
“Do you, because
you were kind of upset back back there. Granted, I was trying to make you angry
enough to call me out. I kind of have a thing for that, but—”
Isaac rolled
his eyes. “Of course you were. Should’ve known, but no. I can’t be angry
anymore. Scared a little of us? Yes. But not angry.”
“I won’t
hurt you, Isaac.”
“I know. Not
like that, but I know what you want,” he whispered.
“I don’t
just want that, the sex part. That would only make us lovers and we’re not just
that. We’re mates, Isaac. Do you know what that means?”
“That twenty
years from now we’ll be fighting for the remote and wearing sweatpants every
time we leave the house,” Isaac joked.
Knox
couldn’t help but laugh. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I have a closet
full of sweatpants. Seriously though, I’ve had a long time to watch the others
around me. The way they trust each other, their bond, the love and all
that—it’s some pretty serious business.”
“You’re a
pretty serious person. I think you can manage.” Isaac was growing fond of this
new side of Knox. The one that could hold an adult conversation with him, make
feel like an equal instead of a child.
“It means
you have to trust me to protect you. It means you have to confide your problems
in me, not Nan or the others. It means we are the only ones who will ever touch
each ever again. It means I view you as my partner in all things—down to the
bills and the choice of china. You get what I’m saying?”
“It means
you’re the place where I fit in,” Isaac said out loud the thought he’d held
back the entire time.
Knox wanted
to close his eyes, revel in his mate’s words and the satisfaction wafting off
of Isaac. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for all
the wrongs he’d ever bestowed on his beautiful mate. But he knew they’d have
time for that later. He would make Isaac feel the love he’d felt the entire
time. Isaac was now his to cherish.
“And you I,”
Knox whispered. Isaac’s small hand slipped over his thigh and he rumbled his
approval.
They made
the last turn down a private drive. “This isn’t the house. This is the private
cabin. I’ve only ever been here a couple of times. The company uses it for
clients.”
“Not tonight
they don’t. I got the keys from Maggie.” Knox smiled. Another car was turning
around to head back out onto the road from the cabin. He rolled down his window
with a grateful smile.
The car
stopped and did the same. Isaac sat open mouthed at the other driver—Blaze.
“Everything
is good. The keys are on the front table and the heat is on. I’ll catch you
guys later.” Blaze nodded. He never thought he’d see the day where Knox and
Isaac sat in the same vehicle. As pained and jealous as he might be to not have
something like that for himself, Blaze was a good person, a better friend to
Knox than a lover.
“Blaze?”
Isaac whispered. A welling jealousy built inside of him.
“Thanks man.
I really appreciate this.” Knox felt Isaac’s tension, grabbed his hand with a
squeeze of reassurance.
“No problem.
I got to get out here. I got my shift in the city tomorrow, so I’m just going
to crash at Oliver’s.” Blaze avoided Isaac’s crazed eyes. “I’m glad you finally
got your act together, Knox. You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”
Isaac’s grimace
fell. He frowned a little, wondering if he’d heard that correctly. He didn’t
get the chance to question Blaze because the redhead sped off into the night,
leaving him alone with his mate once more.
“I know what
you’re thinking and yeah, it’s my fault that you’re thinking it. But it’s not true.
Okay, there were a few times that we whatever, but it wasn’t like that. We were
lonely and shit just happened. I want you to know that so we don’t ever get any
wires crossed. It won’t ever happen again and I don’t want you to doubt that.
You’re it for me, Isaac,” Knox rushed.
“Okay.”
Isaac nodded in a daze, relaxing back into his seat for the last leg of the
drive. “Promise?”
“I swear.”
Knox knew his mate was going somewhere else in his head and for once, he wanted
to give him attention, to make him feel the truth. In his first act of
intimacy, he raised Isaac’s hand and kissed the inside of his palm.
Shivering at
the gesture, Isaac looked to Knox. The butterflies in his stomach were flying
around. The man next to him dangerous yet suddenly caring touched him more than
Knox could ever know.
“I’m sick of
this car. How about we get inside?” Knox grinned.
Isaac
nodded, noticing Knox hadn’t let go of his hand as they pulled up in front of
the cabin. Getting out was a slow process. Stretching his legs, realizing it was
really fucking cold outside and working himself up over what was about to
happen, didn’t help. On the other side, Knox wasn’t about to poke around all
night. He wanted to get inside, get Isaac warmed up. He wanted to lay Isaac out
in bed and torture him to a pile of mush. Though he knew he’d have to work
Isaac slowly, introduce him to his sexual tastes gently at first.
Isaac let
Knox lead him inside of the cabin, shivering as the door was locked,
dead-bolted—securing them. The warmth of the place, the smell of old wood and
leather made him feel right at home though. He immediately sought out where
Knox had gone—disappearing from his side seconds ago.
“Come here.
You can warm up a little.” Knox gestured to the fireplace which Blaze had set
up. Flames flickered, danced inside the brick, bathing Knox in shadows and an
orange glow. He couldn’t look more edible if he tried. A throaty growl came
from the vampire. The scent of Isaac’s arousal, his want, did things to Knox
that he couldn’t explain.
All alone,
only the two of them now in a cabin meant to give them their privacy, Isaac
became a little nervous. Yes, he wanted Knox so bad, but would he be gentle at
first? Would he break him in too fast? Would he finally say what Isaac wanted
to hear?
Sensing
Isaac’s distress beneath the thick arousal in the air, Knox made the first
move. “Come here,” he murmured, taking the room in a few steps to grab his
mate’s hand.
Isaac was
led to the fireplace. The warmth blanketed him. Hands slid his coat off his
shaking body. Knox eased him onto the floor. His body covered Isaac’s back and
his fingers played over his boy’s thin arms.
“Don’t be
afraid,” he whispered over Isaac’s shoulder.
“I can’t
help it. This isn’t some fling, a heavy petting session that will end as quickly
as it started. You’re my mate,” Isaac said in awe. “What if I’m not good
enough? What if I can’t give you what you want?”
“Isaac,”
Knox breathed. “You are so much more than I could have ever dreamed of in a
mate. I would never push you farther than you could go. I would never risk
losing you now that I finally have you.”
Isaac choked
up. This large man at his back was finally giving him what he wanted to hear.
Not all of it, but it was a start.
“Fate put us
together because we fit perfectly. You and I are compatible in every single
way. We just haven’t gotten to it all yet. Don’t let your fear hold you back,
Isaac. Just let go and trust me completely.”
“I do trust
you.”
“Then show
me. Show me the man that I crave so badly it hurts. Show me that unwavering
strength that draws me to you. Show me yourself, Isaac.” Knox’s fangs dropped
in his mouth. His hands pulled Isaac’s hips up to his, grinding against his
mate slowly.
Head falling
back against Knox, Isaac moaned. “Tell me you love me. Please.”
The vampire
tilted his mate’s head to meet his eyes. “No one will ever love you like I do.”
Isaac turned
in his mate’s embrace, locking his boots over Knox’s thick thighs. He clung to
the vampire’s neck. His lips inched closer. His eyes unsure yet ready at the
same time. Knox grabbed Isaac’s ass, lifting him higher, gripping him tight to
his erection.
“Do you feel
what you do to me?” Knox hissed between his fangs. “So fucking sexy.”
Isaac
moaned. He licked at Knox’s lips, painting them wet with his desire. Capturing
that tongue with his mouth, Knox sucked it deep inside, fisting a hand in
Isaac’s hair. His mate began to grind against him. The muscles of his bare ass
clenched then released under Knox’s hand.
“Dance for
me,” Knox growled. “Only for me.”
Biting his
lip, whimpering at the loss of Knox’s mouth, Isaac leaned back to give his mate
a full view of his body. He rolled his hips in a circle. The lean muscles of
his stomach stretched for Knox as Isaac dug his boots into the soft carpet to
balance himself. A lap dance with no music, Knox watched, controlled himself to
the point of pain as Isaac danced.
His hand
reached for his mate’s chest, but Isaac gave him a stern look—a flicker of the
confident man Knox knew was in there. “Don’t touch. Just watch me.”
Knox
couldn’t believe his mate, innocent in so many ways, could move like this.
Boldly, his mate planted his hands on the floor behind him. His hips lifted,
brushing over Knox’s chest—up and down until Isaac’s erection filled the small
leather pouch between his legs.
“Fuck,” Knox
growled. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”
Isaac
flicked his eyes up from under his dark lashes with a coy smile. “Ceramics.”
Knox barked
a laugh, going to touch his mate again. He growled as his hands were smacked
away. Isaac slid his legs back over Knox’s thighs with an idea. Knox wanted to
see him dance for real? He could do that.
“Stay,”
Isaac commanded, bending once he was on his feet. His lips brushed Knox’s
before he went for his coat a few feet away.
“Where are
you going?” Knox made to push onto his feet.
“Chill out.”
Isaac licked his lips. He backed into the corner with the small stereo system
while digging for his phone in his coat. He plugged it into the docking station
and hit play.
Knox raised
a brow, a smug smile on his face. He knew what was going down now. He sat back
on the carpet, splaying his fingers into the carpet with his legs spread. A
heavy bass, very dirty music pounded
through the cabin. The beat reflected the mood the vampire was in—ready to
devour.
Isaac drew
his confidence from the way Knox looked at him. Holy shit was it hot, those
eyes swirling just for him. His hips started to sway just a little, but his
hands spoke to Knox—the vampire following the trail they created over his
chest. They smoothed down his thighs, toying with the top straps of his boots until
they slipped from the buckles.
Clenching
the carpet harder, Knox watched Isaac dip to the ground mere feet away. His
mate licked his lips, salty tears from hours ago washed from the corners of his
mouth. Black eyeliner streaked down the corner of Isaac’s eyes. It was
official, Knox thought, his mate was the devil. A fucking tease with a body to
kill, Isaac made him harder than anyone ever had before.
To show his
appreciation, Knox narrowed his eyes while his hand slid inside the top of his
leathers. He watched Isaac follow his hand’s path with a shudder. “Take it all
off for me, Isaac,” he rasped. “Show me all of that beautiful body.”
His dick
hard as rock in his thong, Isaac did as he was told with style. He reached
behind and pulled the ties at the top of his boots. They gave way, folding down
his legs. Thigh highs in a sheer black were revealed. Knox growled, flipping
onto his knees, clinging to the carpet for all he was worth. He had heard Isaac
reveal he was into lingerie during the fight with Cage, but this? Holy Christ
was Isaac pushing his buttons.
“More,” he
snarled.
Isaac dipped
to the ground again. His thumbs hooked in the straps around his hips, he ground
lower into the floor until leather met carpet for a few seconds. Pushing with his toes, he fell back onto his
heels and gyrated back to standing. He turned, following the straps with his
thumbs back to his ass—giving Knox one hell of a view.
The vampire
fisted his cock in his leathers, squeezed then stroked until his hand was
coated. “Take it off, damn it!” His fangs cut his lips. He licked the blood
away, teetering on the edge of sanity. “Or I’ll take it off for you.”
“You don’t
touch me until I say so,” Isaac teased over his shoulder. His blue eyes
narrowed at Knox as he slipped the thong down his hips slowly, spreading his
legs. “You like what you see, Knox?”
“You know I
do.” Knox removed his hand from his cock, spreading it out onto the carpet. He
pulled one shin across the floor, another hand in front of him—crawling like a
lion on the prowl.
Isaac ran a
lone finger down the crack of his ass, throwing his head back as he felt warm
breath on the back of his thigh. He left the thong around his hips as his foot
was lifted off the ground. His boot yanked off, thrown across the room. The
other followed quickly, leaving two massive hands running up the dark seam of
the stocking material. Thumbs outlined the bottom of his rounded ass cheeks,
spreading them just a bit before letting go to squeeze the fleshy globes hard.
Isaac threw
his hands against the wall for support. He’d teased Knox too much. The vampire
was ready to do this. He’d been ready for years, but now it was time. Isaac was
all his and he was damn well about to eat him right up. He nipped his fangs
into the round flesh of Isaac’s ass. His mate gasped, curling his fingers
against the wall.
Isaac’s
arousal exploded like a bomb, sweaty yet sweet, no scent with a true
description. He wanted more and Knox was willing to test his mate—see if he
could really handle the pain. Slowly, Knox sang his fangs into Isaac’s ass.
Eyes wide, Isaac moaned, stilled to let his mate go deeper.
“Yes,” Isaac
whimpered the word.
Knox’s bite
flooded him with pleasure. He could only remember one other time that Knox had
bit him. Back when he was little, he’d saved Knox’s life. He would never forget
that feeling. This time though, it was okay to give in to the euphoria the way
he wanted. This time it was about passion, not saving a life.
Knox
resisted taking blood from Isaac. He didn’t want his mate to tire too quickly
with blood loss or go over the edge before he was ready. The vampire pulled his
fangs back, watching tiny drops of blood well over creamy skin. He shifted his
knees, bringing the opposite cheek to his mouth while smoothing a hand up
Isaac’s trembling spine.
Licking the
skin under his mouth, Knox brought his fangs down again. Harder than last time,
he allowed Isaac to feel the pain as he should. The prick, the sinking feeling
of Knox’s fangs made Isaac cry out—put his face against the wall, letting go.
It felt so good, too good. His ass ground against Knox’s mouth. The sting of
the fangs in his flesh was intoxicating.
A hand
smoothed from his hip to his groin, making Isaac jump. Knox lifted his mouth,
swiping the blood away with his tongue. He let the taste roll around his mouth
with a rumble of satisfaction. Completely gone to Knox’s touch, Isaac allowed
himself to be flipped on the wall. His back thumped against the surface with a
thud. Music pounded in his ears, Knox’s hands slid over his stomach, fangs
teased the tops of his thigh highs. He was a gone.
The hot
breath on his skin moved higher, blowing over his cock even through the
leather. Knox flicked dark eyes up at him, the gold bleeding across them until
they were unnatural in every way. Isaac shivered at the intentions within them.
He wanted it. He wanted to be loved, abused—tortured by his mate. Knox got the message
loud and clear. His fangs captured the elastic band around the leather and
pulled down.
Isaac felt
the heat of the fire, Knox’s breath against his bare skin. Every hair on his
body rose to attention. The head of his cock was now exposed—leather pulled
roughly down his length and under his balls.
“Knox,” he
begged. “Please.”
“Are you
giving me permission now?” Knox mocked with a cut of his eyes. “You want this,
Isaac, all of it?”
“Yes!” Isaac
cried as the rest of his thong was ripped from his body. He stood naked before
his mate. Never would he show another man his body like this. Never again would
he want to.
Knox stood,
rising to his full height—towering above his mate in a show of dominance. He
fisted Isaac’s long hair around his hand, gripping it to bend his mate’s neck
in a show of submission. His lips brushed briefly over Isaac’s, letting him
know that he cared. Before Isaac knew it, those lips were gone and his body was
being lifted onto Knox’s.
“Then it’s
time we finished this.”
Knox took the
short hallway to the bedroom in seconds. He slammed the door shut and flung his
mate onto the sheets. A sea of black silk flooded around his creamy skinned
creature. Chains hung from the iron work around the ceiling, attracting Isaac’s
attention. He knew Blaze had to have set this up. But wasn’t there a list he’d
been given? Isaac shivered at the thought of more than chains. He gulped, but
didn’t have time to stare. Knox’s boots being tossed onto the floor stole his
breath. His mate climbed onto the bed in skin tight leather pants and a thin
black T, grabbing at his legs until he was pulled across the sheets.
“Last
chance, Isaac. Once you say yes, you’re mine.” Knox rolled his body over Isaac,
claiming him with his scent.
“I want
you.” Isaac reached up to caress Knox’s cotton covered chest. “I—”
He thought
about the videos he’d watched, the books, the research on dominant males and
slaves. He knew Knox didn’t want a slave, but the relationship was the same in
some ways. He had to trust Knox completely to let him bind him to the bed and
do whatever he wanted. He had to give the vampire his body, his mind to let
this work.
“I submit to
you completely.” Isaac sprawled out under Knox. He put his hands above his
head, wrist over wrist in a show of faith.
“I’m yours, my mate.”
“Fuck,” Knox roared. His hand locked over
Isaac’s wrists, pinning him there with all his strength. His muscles slid under
his skin like a predator. His tattoos rippled with every move.
Isaac tried
to keep still for Knox. But when his mate’s mouth locked over his armpit, that
tongue going nuts on his sweaty skin, his hips rose from the bed and a cry
ripped from his mouth. Fangs dragged over the hollowed skin, stinging pain made
his eyes roll. Knox growled. His hips meshed to Isaac’s, pushing him back into
the bed with a slow slide of cock against cock. He needed to free himself of
the leather confining him. He needed skin to skin to release the beast
completely.
His
attentions worked over to the other pit, drinking in Isaac’s sweat much like a
cold beer after a long day—only better. Elated that Isaac was a squirming mess,
he licked up the line of his mate’s neck. Another small kiss of reassurance on
Isaac’s neck before Knox grabbed the chain above Isaac’s head.
This is it,
Isaac shivered into the bed. He closed his eyes as a thick leather strap
wrapped around one of his wrists, pulling tight and buckling into place. Knox
yanked on the chain to make sure it was tight enough before doing the other
wrist. When Isaac’s arms were completely immovable to either side of his head,
Knox sat back to study his mate’s face.
“Okay?” He
rasped, petting his mate’s chest to get an answer.
“Yes,” Isaac
whispered because it was all he could say.
He wasn’t
scared of Knox. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to handle it all. He was
about ready to release just from looking at his mate. He wanted to reach out
and trace the tattoo around Knox’s hairline. He wanted to brush his fingers
through those long blue bangs hanging over one eye. He wanted to lick the sweat
from Knox’s neck—to please him in any way possible.
Knox felt
the need from Isaac—the need to pleasure him. The vampire smiled, leaning down
to whisper to his mate. “Just looking at you, knowing you trust me with all
your heart. That pleasures me.” Knox kissed Isaac's neck before rising again.
Biting his
lip to hold in the blazing smile, Isaac groaned. He released his lip.
“Tighter,” he told his mate, pulling the slack on the chain. “I want it
tighter.”
“You’ll have
marks if I tighten them.” Knox cocked his head to study Isaac.
“I want to be marked,” Isaac returned. His
chest heaved and fell with every breath. “Make them tighter.”
“You are
such a freak,” Knox growled with hunger.
“And I’m
your freak.” Isaac lifted his hips to brush Knox’s body. The vampire slid down
to adjust the cuffs, sliding a knee between Isaac’s legs for him to grind on.
The heat through his leathers from his mate’s cock was enough to make his task
quick.
“You’ve got
no idea how much you turn me on.” Knox nipped Isaac’s shoulder before pulling
back. Moving down to Isaac’s ankles, he pulled the chains down. The cuffs
attached to Isaac tight like he wanted, Knox pulled the other end of the chain,
lifting his mate’s ass off the bed.
Isaac felt
himself being exposed—his entrance on display as his ass rose into the air, his
legs stretched to each corner of the bed. He could barely see Knox moving around
at the end of the bed, his ankles secured and hanging from open iron canopy
above. He felt the weight of his mate disappear from the bed. Isaac whimpered.
Knox went to
the dresser by the window. He eyed the cloth covering the items underneath.
Thanking Blaze silently, he pulled the covering back to stare at his toys. A
dark smile lit up his swirling eyes. His hands came away with a few things
before he approached the bed again.
He laid the
whip down on the bed. A long black handle wrapped in leather gave way to a
collection of small leather tendrils. It was mild compared to what he was used
to, but they’d work their way up. Tonight was about easing Isaac into what he
liked, testing his boundaries.
The other
item was a thin chord of braided leather. A little over a foot in length, it
was begging to be wrapped around Isaac tightly. So, kneeling between Isaac’s
open legs, Knox brushed his nose over the musky scent of his mate’s entrance,
up under his balls with a flick of his tongue to distract. He brought the cord
around Isaac’s body, slipped it under his balls before he made a loop and
pulled.
Isaac hissed
as the base of his balls and cock were tightly captured. He tried to lift his
head, but it was difficult in this position. Instead, he tried to relax into
the feeling of leather being carefully wrapped around his base then weaved
around just his cock—separating his sensitive balls from his shaft. Once Knox
was finished, he stroked Isaac’s length. It twitched under his hand, leaked
onto his fingers. The head pointed straight at Isaac now. His mate’s testicles
had already begun to turn red under the pressure of the cord.
Raising his
hand to his mouth, Knox licked his boy’s flavor from his fingers. He groaned,
closing his eyes. He couldn’t wait to taste Isaac’s release later. But right
now, he had other plans.
“I can’t
wait to make you scream.” Knox looked down at Isaac.
Isaac
couldn’t reply. His body was on fire with lust for his mate. Being completely
strung up, not being able to touch himself or Knox was so erotic he could
barely stand it. His cock dripped onto his stomach—each warm bead making him
shiver as it hit the skin. Knox’s hot breath blew over his entrance for good
measure and he finally squirmed against his restraints.
“How does it
feel, knowing I control your pleasure, your pain?” Knox hissed to his mate.
Glancing up,
Isaac could only open his mouth to try and speak, but no words would come. He
had never been so turned on in his life.
“Yeah, you
like it.” Knox grabbed hold of Isaac’s leg and licked the exposed sole of
Isaac’s stocking covered foot, watching his mate struggle even more. Choked
cries from Isaac. “Just wait. We haven’t even started. In fact, I could just
leave you here if I wanted,” he teased.
“No!” Isaac
finally gasped. “Please, no.”
Knox laughed,
baring his fangs. He sucked the big toe into his mouth, biting down a little—tasting
his mate’s sweat. His eyes stared at Isaac—the human relaxing into the bed,
gyrating his ass in the air in time with the warm suction on his foot.
“Relax,”
Knox whispered as he released the foot from his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.
I am kind of hungry though. How do you feel about sweets?” The vampire narrowed
his eyes, something mischievous behind them.
“I like
sweets,” Isaac answered weakly. His throat felt like sandpaper already.
“Then you’re
going to love this.” Knox went to the mini fridge at the bar in the corner and
pulled open the small freezer. He came away with a wrapped treat. A trail of
fog like wisps swirled into the air as he waved it at Isaac. “In fact, if I’m
not mistaken. I think this is your favorite.”
Isaac
watched his mate peel back the white wrapper to reveal an orange popsicle. Eyes
fixated on his mate, Knox sucked the flavored ice into his mouth—wrapping his
lips around it slowly. He hummed in delight, teasing Isaac as he approached the
bed again. Popping off the treat, he smiled wickedly.
“You were
right. I found I did like popsicles after all.”
“What are
you doing?” Isaac frowned. His frown turned to a cry, his hips bucking off the
bed.
Knox traced
the tip of the frozen ice down his mate’s inner thigh, watching the sticky
orange leave a trail across the thigh highs for him to lick off later. “What’s
the matter, Isaac? I thought you liked these.”
“Fuck!”
Isaac thrashed his head. The popsicle neared his swollen testicles and he
started to pant heavily. “Oh God!”
“You can
pray all you want, but that’s not going to stop me.” Knox outlined Isaac’s
balls with the treat—every muscle in Isaac’s body flexing in shock. “Hmm, does
that feel good?”
The frozen
ice against his skin was like a full body meltdown—the feeling of ice against a
terrible sunburn, but no control over where it went. His limbs were tied to the
bed. His head swam as his cock beat against his stomach every time he moved. It
was torture, the most glorious, sinful kind of torture Isaac had ever known.
“I can feel
how much you love it.” Knox sucked the sweet orange flavor from the inside of
Isaac’s thigh, moving up—careful to avoid touching his groin with his mouth,
teasing yet again. “I bet you’ll like it even more here.”
Sliding the
ice down, Knox hovered over his mate’s entrance. He inhaled the musky scent one
last time before the sugary juice dripped down, mingling with Isaac’s smell.
Isaac hissed—the popsicle met his skin, putting pressure on his entrance.
Stinging a little, dripping juice down his ass, but more importantly making his
cock leak like a faucet.
“Holy shit,”
he swore as Knox twisted the popsicle a few times. It never entered him, but he
could feel his tight muscle trying to give way. “Knox!”
“Mm,” Knox
hummed. He pulled the ice away for a second, running the flat of his tongue
from the top of his mate’s ass, over his hole to the bottom of his balls. Juice
flowed over his tongue. He swallowed it back immediately. “Now that is a popsicle.”
“Knox,”
Isaac whined.
“What’s the
matter, Izzy? You don’t like to be teased?” Knox moved around the bed, trailing
the ice over any skin he could. He reached Isaac’s nipples and grinned. “Or are
you mad that I’m not sharing? Because you like to share as I recall.”
“Bastard,”
Isaac hissed. The popsicle encircled his nipples one by one. His hands went
rigid in their restraints.
“Calling
your mate names?” Knox shook his head.
He bent
down, laid the ice against Isaac’s stomach and took a nipple in his
mouth—biting down without warning. Isaac bucked. A hand smacked his exposed ass
so hard it brought tears to his eyes. But he loved it. The sting on his skin, the
ice crippling his senses over his stomach, Knox’s fangs flooding him with
out-of-this world bliss—all of it.
Licking the
blood clean and the orange flavoring off Isaac’s chest, Knox propped himself
up. “Didn’t your daddies teach you manners little boy? You’ve got such a dirty
mouth.”
“I’m sorry,”
Isaac whimpered. “I didn’t mean it.” He played along. He liked Knox
overpowering him, talking to him like this. He wanted more of the sharp pain.
He wanted—
Knox stared
hard at his mate. He searched his eyes, felt the arousal still there and moved
on. “Let’s play a little game.” He picked up the popsicle once more. More like
what was left of it. “Every time you make a noise, I get to spank you three
times—however I want. If you swear, it will be five times, harder than that
last time. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Isaac
uttered.
What was he
going to do now? His wrists and ankles were burning from all the struggling.
His ass stung, his entrance still felt frozen. His balls were on fire. His cock
was so stiff he felt like it was going to explode. His nipple was swollen from
Knox’s bite as were his ass cheeks. God, if this was what happened before sex.
He wasn’t sure he would last for the real deal. But he was sure as hell going
to try.
“Good—very,
good.” Knox walked to the end of the bed, bending down to press a long deep
kiss to Isaac’s balls in reward.
Isaac bit
his lip to keep from screaming. He wasn’t sure he knew what Knox meant by
however he wanted to spank him. But he knew his mate had planned on him
screaming when the ice swirled around the head of his cock, making him bend his
head back with a howled curse. The popsicle gently slid down between his legs,
falling to his stomach where it proceeded to drip down the sides.
Leather
brushed the cheeks of his ass—small strands that made Isaac flinch. “I’ll let
you count it out. To five for that one,” Knox growled.
Isaac
gasped. The strips of the short whip dangled in his Knox’s hand. This was what
he meant by however he wanted to. Shit, Isaac swallowed. His mate swung the
handle around in a circle. Heated eyes trained on Isaac’s ass, he let the whip
smack against the left cheek.
“One,” Isaac
screamed. It hurt. It really fucking hurt. But as the small strips of leather
ran over the sting, he found himself wanting more. His knees pulled a little
closer to his chest. Isaac licked his lips.
Knox caught
the look with a growl. He pulled back. A snarl trembled his lip as he gave the
other cheek a lashing. Isaac’s whole body tensed, somehow trying to free the
shock of the delicious pain. White hot, blazing—he almost couldn’t feel the
burn he’d been whipped so hard, at least for a few seconds.
“Two,” Isaac
hissed.
Knox saw the
determination on Isaac’s face. He rubbed a soothing hand over the small nest of
red lines surfacing. Before Isaac could relax though, he brought the whip down
again and again—the three remaining lashes over before Isaac could count.
“Five,”
Isaac wheezed. Tears ran down his face, his own juices now mingled around his
neck. He was so stimulated, he wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.
Knox had
never seen anything so beautiful. He rubbed Isaac’s ass, kneading the fleshy
globes to take some of the sting out. When Isaac relaxed again—the popsicle
melted to his stomach—Knox bathed his mate with his tongue. Isaac moaned,
letting the vampire soothe the ache of his lower body. He felt his mate’s mouth
hot on his entrance, quickly moving to his balls—sucking them into his mouth in
reward.
Isaac wanted
to touch Knox. He wanted to slide his hands into that blue hair tenderly to let
him know that he was okay. Everything was fine. Hell, he was better than fine
now that he could feel the air returning to his lungs. But he wanted more. He
wanted to feel Knox penetrate him for the first time, his first time. He wanted
Knox to let go completely.
“Soon,” Knox
whispered against Isaac’s cock. “Just a little longer. I’ve waited so long for
this.”
“There will
be other times, Knox.” Isaac closed his eyes at the sight of Knox running his
lips over his length.
“But not
like this.” Knox slid off the bed. He walked around so Isaac could see what he
was doing. He wanted to see those eyes when he stood naked before his mate—the
reaction, the arousal it would cause.
Swallowing
back his need, Isaac watched Knox slip leather through his belt buckle. The
strap pulled through the loops slowly before it clinked to the floor. Knox’s
shirt pulled over his head to reveal muscles so sculpted Isaac would surely
pass out if only from the sight. This man, this god like man, was now his? It
didn’t seem right. It was too good to be true.
Inhaling
that sweet and salty scent, Knox growled. “You like what you see, my mate?”
“Yes.” Isaac
trembled.
“Do you wish
to see the rest?”
“Please,”
Isaac begged.
Satisfied,
Knox unbuttoned his leathers and pushed them down. The reveal of Knox’s skin, a
dark patch of hair that differed from his head, the hollows that met muscle
under his hips was mouth-watering. But the most wonderful sight of all was the
cock settled between his mate’s massive thighs. Thick, veiny, red like his
own—Isaac wanted to swallow it down until he died of suffocation. It would be
the perfect death.
Tribal
tattoos in dark ink covered his left arm and spread across his chest. Isaac was
privy to the most beautiful man in all of creation. He thanked heaven for
giving him this gift. Even if they were so different yet so alike, fought like
cats and dogs, and were freaks to the end—Isaac loved Knox with all his heart
and apparently his body.
The leathers
hit the floor. Knox climbed back onto the bed, straddling his mate’s chest,
careful not smother him. He rubbed his thighs against Isaac’s soft skin,
letting his boy feel every hair and muscle. He rubbed his ass into the sticky
orange juice and pre-release of his mate, marking him with his scent yet again.
Finally he held his cock in his hand, lowering the stiff member to Isaac’s
parted lips.
“Taste me,”
he commanded.
Isaac
moaned, opening his mouth wide to accept the thick head deep within. Unlike
Omar, Knox was big and tasted just right. Like warm ice cream with sea salt, the
flavor rolled over his taste buds. He stretched his lips around the inches
guided inside, careful to keep his teeth in check. He was no expert, but he
just knew Knox would help him along. And he did.
Knox grabbed
onto both sides of Isaac’s head, thrusting gently at first. He knew Isaac’s
mouth would be heaven. He hadn’t imagined this kind of pleasure though. His
mate’s lips were so delicate, his tongue kitten soft, and those eyes! Those blues were so fucking coy
and vulnerable that he wanted to scream.
“Deep
breath,” he hissed in instruction.
Isaac
inhaled oxygen through his nose quickly—all Knox could manage being driven into
his throat. He fought like hell to relax. His wrists struggled for escape. Knox
controlled his safety, his lack of air, and held his cock there—lodged deep for
a count of five at first. Isaac started to choke and Knox pulled back. His boy
gasped, panted for a few deep breaths before he fisted a hand in Isaac’s hair.
“Deep
breath,” he roared.
Isaac took
in all his lungs could handle before Knox rammed into the back of throat. The
head lodged past his comfort zone and he was stuck for a count of ten. He
closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, saliva leaking from the
corners of mouth and chin. He wanted this so bad. He loved the trust he had for
his mate. He loved the swollen cock in mouth. God, he was going to come.
“Again!”
Knox pulled back and started to thrust in and out. He gripped Isaac’s hair,
guiding him along in his quest for pleasure. The sounds of Isaac sucking him
back—wet and sloppy—made his grip tighten in his mate’s hair.
The rhythm
picked up, but Knox held back. Isaac was human still. He would break his mate
if he let go in his throat. He’d choke, suffocate. Knox couldn’t stand the idea
and backed off a little. He smeared the head of his cock over Isaac’s
glistening lips, allowed his mate to lap his tongue over the slit for a proper
taste.
Knox
squeezed out a bead of clear fluid onto Isaac’s tongue. “Swallow it. Taste me.”
Isaac closed
his eyes and did just that. Knox marked his mate’s neck and chest with cock. His,
he growled, all his. He had to move off Isaac to kiss him, to see what he
tasted like in Isaac’s mouth. He was too big to meet lip to lip in this
position. But when he claimed Isaac’s mouth, the move was worth it. His mate was
desperate for his tongue, the affection that a kiss could bring.
Knox gave
over to his softer side. He rubbed Isaac’s chest, slid his tongue inside his
boy’s mouth—all with a hum of appreciation. He moved down to Isaac’s neck,
licking the mess away, savoring the flavor on his tongue.
“You okay?”
The vampire managed.
“Don’t
stop.” Isaac squirmed “I need you, Knox.”
“Do you know
how beautiful you are when you beg?”
Isaac turned
away because he couldn’t handle the look in Knox’s eyes. It was too intense to
process.
“Your voice,
your skin, your scent and those eyes—you make me want to crawl inside of you.”
“I want you
inside of me,” Isaac husked. “I feel like I’ll die if you don’t.”
Whatever
else Knox had planned, he threw it to the wind. Isaac was right. There would
other times. Being with his mate was special enough. He pressed a kiss to
Isaac’s mouth one more time before he left his mate’s side.
Not long
after, Knox positioned himself over Isaac’s exposed ass. Spurred on by his
mate’s want of him, Knox nuzzled his face in Isaac’s ass—scenting, rubbing his
mouth and nose in that wonderful aroma. Isaac tried to push back, but again, he
was confined. Knox obliged the squirming with a slow lick to Isaac’s entrance.
The muscle flexed under his tongue, pushing out in need of something
bigger—more filling.
Isaac cried
out, screaming Knox’s name when the vampire started to slather his tongue
deeper and deeper. Every nerve in his slender body sang in pleasure. He
twisted. His wrists and ankles chaffed in pain. He wanted Knox more with every
lick and pinch of his teeth. A finger prodded, rubbing slow circles over his
hole. Knox’s fangs sank into his flesh quickly before retreating—small
bee-sting bites all over his ass as the finger pushed against him.
He’d waited
all his adult life for this. Knox pushing inside of him, fingers or cock it didn’t
matter. Knox was filling his untouched entrance. He’d saved himself for this
moment. Never once using a toy or his own fingers, Isaac had wanted it to be
Knox. The image flooded Knox’s mind. He snarled, bit deeper into his boy’s
flesh. This time he sucked the blood down his throat—engaging a pure euphoria
in Isaac’s body.
Isaac
ignored the burn of the finger pushing inside, soon joined by another. He
instead focused on the flood of pleasure Knox induced. He felt the blood pulled
into his mate, nourishing his body. Isaac marveled that he could give Knox such
a gift, even in the height of passion. It made him want to cry so many unsaid
things. He wanted to tell Knox what he meant to him, how much he needed him
heart, body, and soul. But he clenched his teeth together instead to ride out
the pleasure.
Knox drew
back, gasping for air. The feelings and images coming from Isaac brought him
near tears. Never had someone wanted him like this. Not just for his body, but
for everything else. He couldn’t help his sexual tastes, but he wanted to be
less of an asshole just for his mate. He wanted to weep with apologies. Say he
was sorry for all the wrongs he had ever begrudged on Isaac.
Instead of
speaking, he pulled his fingers from Isaac, feeling them slip out with ease. A
few quick moves and the chains above pooled into a pile of cool steel over
Isaac’s feet. Only his wrists remained locked in place. With his knew freedom,
Isaac dug his feet into the bed on a sigh. Knox giving him this little bit
meant so much more than words. Bending down, Knox stole Isaac’s breath with a
kiss. Opening his mouth he accepted his mate’s tongue yet again. He’d never get
enough.
He knew it
was time, the time to lose the last of his innocence, when Knox pulled his legs
back. His thighs were smoothed up a little as his eyes sought out his mate’s.
Knox rubbed his cock over Isaac’s entrance. He teased with a little bit of
pressure, pulling back every few seconds. Knox snatched his hips up and buried
his tongue over his hole one last time. The pleasure caused Isaac to buck off
the bed. Everything was so sensitive.
“Please,”
Isaac whispered one final plea. His legs were pulled closer, placed back on the
bed.
Planting a
hand above Isaac’s head, Knox bent down for a gentle kiss. “I love you, Isaac.”
Isaac was
struck with so much emotion. His eyes tearing up, a funny feeling in his gut.
Before he could whisper it back, Knox’s cock pushed against him. His mouth went
wide. Even with the preparation it hurt. Not an agonizing pain, but a slow
stretch that burned for more than he was comfortable with. But he also welcomed
the pain. It meant his mate was filling him, inside of him finally.
“Relax,”
Knox murmured.
He fisted
Isaac’s angry cock, stroking it few times to ease the pain a little. Every inch
inside of his mate was like being pulled closer—the muscles gripping him so
tight, he wasn’t sure they would ever let go. He slid in deeper, until he was
finally settled skin to skin. Slowly, he eased his face down to Isaac’s. Tears
streamed down his boy’s cheeks, but they weren’t sad tears.
Knox smiled
against his mate’s lips. “Worth the wait?” He purred in a sexy rumble.
Isaac’s eyes
met his. “Fuck yeah.”
“God,” Knox
growled. His head tilted back when Isaac’s hips lifted a bit, shifting his cock
inside.
“You can
pray all you want, but your mine now,” Isaac quipped, mocking Knox’s earlier
comment. “And I want to be fucked.”
“Big words
for a brat,” Knox teased. He bit Isaac’s lip before letting it slip from his
mouth.
Isaac moaned
as Knox moved a little, pulling out ever so slightly. “Call me what you want,
but you want it too.”
“Can’t you
feel how much I want it?” Knox nipped Isaac’s neck, pulled his cock back a few
inches before burying himself deep within. Fangs scratching fresh skin, Knox
purred—a constant vibration of his power made verbal.
“Move for
me, Knoxtian,” Isaac murmured his mate’s full name.
“As you
wish, my tiny dancer.” He flicked his tongue over the scratches, pleased with the
way Isaac said his name. He pulled back to sit on his heels. “Watch me.”
Blue eyes
locked on coal black, Isaac watched as his mate pull back slowly—the feeling of
his muscles closing up as Knox exited him was so hot. Knox grinned and rammed
back inside. If it was possible, Isaac’s back rolled with shock, pleasure. His
mate was moving inside of him—a dream come true. Not only was he moving, he was
taking it home hard. What scared him was how much he liked it rough. He’d
expected this Hollywood love scene—this rhythm of slow and deep accompanied by
whispered words. But this was him and Knox, who was he kidding? They wanted it
rough.
His ass was
lifted higher up Knox’s body. Fingers dug into his hips. Knox pulled back only
to slam inside with a grace that surprised Isaac. He loved the slick feel of
Knox pulling all the way out and forcing his way back in, passing the tight
ring of muscle—a small pain each time that only added to the pleasure. He knew
he wasn’t going to last long. He’d never released without touching himself and
the added pressure of the cord wrapped around him was too much to handle.
Above, Knox
wanted so much to last a few more minutes. He drew back, plunged in deep and
pushed Isaac’s knees to his chest. His hand drew back, slapped his mate’s ass
so hard he knew he saw stars. His fingers dug into the flesh, nails biting down
enough to draw blood. Isaac’s body couldn’t take the mix of feelings. His cock,
almost purple with the need to release, twitched against his glossy stomach—sweat,
fluids and popsicle-sticky.
He cried
out, pain of the most erotic kind zinged through his body as his balls drew up
against the cord and released. Knox thrust in and out quickly now. He grabbed
Isaac’s cock, pulled it to him and took the warm release on his chest, his chin
to lick away—coating his body in his mate’s first sexual release between them.
He squeezed every last drop, only letting go when Isaac’s muscles clamped down
one last time. The vampire shuddered, fell onto his palms on either side of
Isaac’s head and plunged inside.
He threw
back his head with a roar so loud it rattled the windows. His eyes bursting
with gold and his fangs bared to his mate, Knox came screaming Isaac’s name. He
collapsed in a heap between his mate’s legs. He couldn’t bear being away from
Isaac’s skin right this second. He needed the closeness, the contact. Isaac’s
heart hammered in chest under his ears. Legs wrapped around his back while they
recovered, learning how to breathe all over again.
Isaac pulled
at the chains on his wrists, wanting nothing more than to hold Knox to him—to
never let him go. The sound of music was subtle now in the background. The
sound of his mate’s breathing against his skin more beautiful than any song he
could ever hear.
“I love you
more,” Isaac rasped with emotion.
Knox finally
looked up. He shifted his weight slowly, reaching for the cuffs to undo his
mate. He knew what Isaac wanted and he wanted it too. Something he’d always
longed to do. The cuffs gave way—dark red bands bloomed over his mate’s wrist
as a reminder of what they had done. He gave Isaac a few seconds to feel his
arms again while he shimmied down his boy’s body. The cord came away slowly
under his fingers. Isaac’s seed glistened under Knox’s touch. He bent over and
carefully licked the swelling pain away—the removal of the cord being the most
sensitive part of the experience.
Isaac hissed. His hands finally able to slide
home into Knox’s hair, he combed them through—letting Knox know how good it
felt. His softening cock swallowed into his mate’s mouth, the slow and gentle
suction was intimate and a sign that Knox would make this work between them. He
wanted to take care of his mate. Isaac relaxed. He was exhausted and Knox’s
mouth only worked him deeper into the bed.
Fingering
away all his mate’s release on his chest, licking each drop from his hand, Knox
reveled in the sated look on Isaac’s face. For all the pain, the pleasure they
had shared together. Nothing meant more to him than holding his Isaac when he
looked like this. As he bent down arms encircled his shoulders, lips rose to
kiss his neck and Knox had never felt so right in all his life. He reached over
and flipped the switch by the bed. The lights off and nothing more than the
moon to see by, Knox flipped over and pulled Isaac to him. Their bodies twined
as he pulled the covers from the corner of the bed across them.
Isaac fit to
his chest perfectly and Knox closed his eyes tight. Tears escaped him, over his
cheeks and down his neck. Isaac was right. This is where they both fit in—freak
to freak, heart to heart.
“Goodnight,
my tiny dancer,” he whispered in the dark. But he knew Isaac was already fast
asleep. He lay there thinking about all the things to come until sleep finally
took him and he snuggled close. His mate was finally his.
To Be
Continued…
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ReplyDeleteIt has to do with the browser we found out. When your at the White part, press ctrl + a. Should work. Sorry about that. :)
DeleteOH HELLZ FUCKIN" YEAH!!! Finally! What a wonderful, wonderful chapter, Night! Beautifully done. Very sweet (in its own way) and just perfect for the two of them. Great job.
ReplyDeleteSo hot and so perfect for Knox and Isaac!!! Fantastic work Night :D
ReplyDeleteMo x
Hey night. I was just wondering how you are going to tie up the loose ends with the other characters; Blaze/News guy, and Ghost/Gabe. A while ago you saidthat there was only going to be two more chapters, and this is second to the last one, sooo.... I was just really curious when those guys are going to come back into play or if you're going to save them for another installment.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Katie
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Also I wanted to add that this chapter was delicious. You rock and I crave your writing with a vengance. Keep up the great writing, can't wait for the next chapter.
ReplyDeleteKatie
I literally stopped everything when I saw this had posted! Well worth waiting for. - Deirdre
ReplyDeleteThank you...sigh.....
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOD. This was incredible. This has been one of the hottest buildups ever and it SO paid off. And Knox is so sweet at the end in the gentle department!!!! Love it.
ReplyDeleteSusanB
Well worth the wait....loved it :) can't wait for more and can't wait for the other stories to come to...ahhh love it
ReplyDeleteDamn!!! I need a cigarette after that.
ReplyDeleteOk. Right now I'm kinda wishing I was Issac... A little worked up over here. Whew!!
ReplyDeleteOMG, OMG, Oh My Gawd. You are definitely one of the best writers on the net. Your true fans bow down to your greatness. Seriously, this was an awesome chapter. I was so excited to read it. Thank you for putting this out before My Telija. I have decided to re-read the existing chapters to refresh myself. Again, great job!
ReplyDeleteRaziya
So, so amazing. I loved it. Worth the wait and so perfect. It had just the right amount of sugar and spice. These two are so perfect together. Thank you Night for another fabulous chapter.
ReplyDeleteFinally, I can breathe....ahhhh....(best climax ever, *evil grin*).
ReplyDeleteThis is going to sound bad but...can't wait for *the morning after.*
Was checking your site for the third time today, braced for disappointment, getting ready to go out and do errands, and moaned out loud when I saw this chap posted. So now I have bills not mailed, groceries unbought, laundry unwashed,and a coat for my niece not bought. So now I'm contemplating how much I want to do in the dark...
It really was worth it though. Like I said best 'climax' ever. I'm thinking maybe K and I's story is even better R and D's. Ahhh, but then ultimately Knox is a little more to my taste than Rowan---that tough bad boy, rude and sarcastic to everyone except to his mate and lover---when a 'bad' boy finally falls there is a no better lover and faithful mate. (At least in my reality)
You know, Night, I was reading over the writing in Cade and Dan's story. You have really grown as a writer. This story is tighter, pulling the reader in smoother and easier with fewer but more carefully chosen words. You're really getting good; I'm sure others are going to see your growth,too.
Anyway, thanks again for another great chap; you're going to have one hell of a good story once it's all edited and put together. (I have to admit that in general it's rather jarring and jerky to have chapters posted with time lapses between; I've only been reading blogs for a few months and still getting used to this style---it has its pros and cons.)
Thank you. Will be waiting for the 'morning after' when you get into readable shape.
So worth it. So amazing. I'm sated for now, though I really would like more.... thanks Night!
ReplyDeletewhoooooo.... I was totally jumping up and down when I saw you posted this chapter! I love that they're together now. I love that Isaac dances like that it's so hot!
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for the next chapter now. I know it's going to be just as explosive. I'm waiting for the show down with the 'rents. It's time for his Da to accept that Knox is his mate.
You are exceptional Night. Thank you :D
I LOVE THIS!!! THANKS SOOO MUCH FOR KNOX AND ISAAC, AS WELL AS THE OTHERS :D I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Now I feel so much happier with Knox and I can't wait for more!!! I just don't want to read how Cade is going to react to this.... man I hope he is ok with this. I mean it is his son's mate and happiness :D Awww and Isaac now know the truth behind everything that Knox did and more :D
ReplyDeleteHey just wanted to say INCREDIBLE LOVED IT can't wait to see what you have in store for us next
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, if you're anything like me, I would not have wanted to be anywhere within 200 yards of you when you found out your Telija chapter was gone. Been there, done that, felt like being violent and only a good stiff drink calmed me down.
ReplyDeleteSecond of all, your loss is our gain. So I'm sorry it happened but part of me isn't. I will now humble myself in abject apology for feeling like this, but I have my fingers crossed behind my back.
Third, I was so excited when I saw this up this evening I screamed and then smiled my way through the whole story. I used to Dan and Rowe were my favorites, but no, it's Knox and Izzy. That Knox was there in every way for him was just perfect, explaining all his past fuck-ups and why he acted like such an ass, being willing to humble himself and take what he deserved did more for Izzy's self-esteem than anything else he could've possibly done. They were two men talking out the past 23 years and came away knowing they belonged together. Knox gave Isaac exactly what he needed and could be both dominant and tender at the same time. It was everything I expected and better than expected at the same time. Bravo!
This has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever read. I am so glad Knox and Isaac are finally together. They just fit together perfectly, the way mates should. Their lovemaking was just so right for them. I can't wait to see the fireworks when Cade and Micah find out, although I do remember thinking once that Micah suspected something. That's going to be fun. Thank you for posting this now.
DeletePerfection!!
ReplyDeleteCurious to find out how his conversion happens. Whether they do it before or after Cade and Micah track them down. Wonder how many circuits get blown in Cade's head when he learns the truth and that so many people kept it from him?
Such dramedy! Love it!!
Im greedy I want more now ..please :-) & thank you
ReplyDeleteNothing to say...absolutely brilliant!
ReplyDeleteBloody awsome story, Night! I've been waiting for this chapter on pins and needles. Another perfect chapter. I can't wait for the next chapter when we can sort of see the morning after. Also, I felt a little sad for his "ceramics" instructor, Joseph. He seems like a fantastic guy who just can't catch a break. I really, really hope we see more of him.
ReplyDeleteThis chapter was amazing Night, just like all your other chapters(: I can't wait for the next chapter, the anticipation is already killing me. I think Joseph might get together with either Cage or Axel. Fingers crossed that it happens.
ReplyDeleteAxel and Joseph! Axel and Joseph! The thinker and the dreamer. Perfect combination.
DeleteThank you, Ms Night, for being kind enough to end our misery and give us this chapter early. Oh Lord, when Cade finds out what Knox has done to his little boy, the explosions are going to light up the sky. I hope Maggie will help soothe the savage beast by telling him what she knows. But I go along with jadelilac. He is going to flip a bitch when he finds out Rowe, Dan, Blaze and Micah knew and kept it quiet.
I was thinking Cage and Joseph as well. Joseph comes off so adorable and sweet I also briefly considered Nova but who knows what craziness Night will throw at us. Axel is already spoken for if my memory serves me correctly. I've reread this chapter at least 5 times. I don't know how you top this couple. Annnnnd I love Blaze more and more with every chapter he's in. I need his happy ending.
DeleteThat was so....fucking....HOT!! I loved it! Patiently waiting....
ReplyDeleteThis is what we have waited for all these long weeks.
ReplyDeletePlanting a hand above Isaac’s head, Knox bent down for a gentle kiss. “I love you, Isaac.”
It is poetry, romance and perfection all wrapped up in an orange popsicle.
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. You just made my night after an awful day. Thank you so much.
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Amazing. You knocked it out of the park. I love the way you showed a whole new side of Knox. A side that showed how much he does love Isaac and trust him as an equal. He gave Isaac all of himself and it was about time, b/c lets be honest, he still did wrong by Isaac, no matter his reasons. But, I guess Isaac's ability to embrace him faults and all and to forgive him so fully, despite the pain he'd caused over the years is part of why they are perfect for one another. I like how you had that bondage edge there, but didn't make it hard to believe a virgin could handle what happened. I love when you add cute things like the popsicles and the part where he told him the little ways he'd been there were just perfect little 'awwww' moments. I only wish he'd apologized for calling him a whore and said more about how hot that dance was for him...and that he knew Isaac did it for him. It was a fantastic chapter and I just can't wait to see Cade's reaction. Micah knew and I'm surprised he didn't take a piece of Knox long ago b/c of it. I hope you'll have him tell us why he didn't. Maybe he knew Isaac needed to fully come into his own before being with Knox? Great job.
ReplyDeleteSo. Fucking. Hot.
ReplyDeleteGahhhhhhh!!!
The most awesome, hottest chapter I've ever read anywhere. Like that old 1970s song, United We Stand, it's going to be Knox and Izzy against the world when his fathers come back. To make it better than ever, Izzy hasn't turned yet.
ReplyDeletethis chapter was fantastic ca't wait for the next one. knox and isaac's story is wonderful. your are a truly gifted writer night. your stories just keep getting better. i thought that the dan and rowe vampier story was awesome now i have to say that it has some competion from knox and isaac. truly grat story.
ReplyDeleteWhen is the next chapter
ReplyDeleteThis chapter is all that I knew it would be. Nothing short of amazing. Night you truly have a beautiful mind!!!
ReplyDeleteI dunno id Cade will go apeshit you guys. He might surprise us. Remember a few chapters back where Cade was all obsessed with Issac finding a mate? Can Cade really be that furious with "fates" decision? I juzt wonder... But he prolly is gonna be livid with Knox and Maggie for keeping it a secret. And for Knox being suuch a bastard and Maggie allowing tit to go on for 23 years. Oooh we are in the midst of Izzy's turn too. Can't wait for that.
ReplyDeleteKatie
Just so you know I think you're fantastic and I love your work. Thanks for making my days better with it.
ReplyDeleteI love you. I used to read your work on another site and then I looked at your biography and it said you were not posting on it any more. I cried. But, it has been worth the late night catch Ups and I love you
ReplyDeleteHi Night!
ReplyDeleteI've been staring at the screen for about five minutes now, trying to formulate my reaction and feelings towards this chapter.. I still don't have the words, but I'll try. First I went through the playlist to set the mood, but after I got to the dancing, engine room was pretty much on repeat. The beat and the sensuality of the music paired with your words actually had me on a high the whole way through. For the first time ever, I had to wipe my mouth because I was salivating while reading a story. Not even the most delicious cookbooks have made me do that, despite me being a die hard baking lover. It's just unnatural.. Well, you already know I love you, so.. what more is there to say?
All my respect and love;
Silje, your Norwegian friend
knox and isaac, finally.....
ReplyDeleteThis was incredibly written. As a published author myself, I completely can appreciate what you've done here and love every chapter. It's really incredible, and you are a true talent, girlie :)
ReplyDelete~Chelse~
I can't wait until chapter 5 is finish.
ReplyDeleteHoly shit! My darkest fantasy manifested
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