DeVante's Coven (27 page)

This from Reed, who could be so unpredictable about Daniel, so uncomfortable about their age gap, that he might toss Daniel right out of the apartment if Daniel uttered the wrong turn of phrasing, if he tried to qualify their relationship, tell Reed that he loved him. Strong, strong Reed, who needed no one, never let anyone in, certainly not Daniel, the kid he couldn’t resist fucking but couldn’t, or wouldn’t, admit he had any attachment to.

And now he was claiming Daniel here, among the legions where Reed’s unavailability for relationships was legendary. Go figure. If the collar hadn’t done something weird to Daniel’s psyche, he would have crowed about it, chortled, and probably teased until Reed changed his mind and pushed Daniel away.

Instead, Daniel let Reed pull him along, into the bathroom where he pushed Daniel face-first against the wall next to the machine that dispensed condoms for a dollar fifty apiece. Daniel had a moment of panic—was Reed going to fuck him right here? ‘Teasers didn’t supply a back room for fucking, and it wasn’t condoned in the bathrooms. In fact they could be thrown out and completely humiliated. And even with his mind quiet, his body passive, the thought of Reed fucking him right here, in public, terrified him.

Reed leaned against Daniel’s back, his mouth licking and biting the collar, arms around Daniel’s hips, hands pressing against his erection, stroking it, measuring his arousal, and then Daniel couldn’t worry about anything, just gave himself up to Reed, trusted him to know the limits.

Reed’s hands toyed with the button of Daniel’s jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them down just past his hips so his ass and cock were exposed. The jeans were tight and scraped Daniel’s flesh deliciously. Oh God. Reed’s body against Daniel’s back was a weight of intense warmth, his hands skinned heat on flesh. Daniel’s eyes closed to block out the ugly blue tile of the bathroom wall, so he could just
feel
and let Reed go wherever he intended to go.

“Another present,” Reed whispered in Daniel’s ear. One hand left Daniel’s body, fumbled into a pocket and then Reed was holding something to Daniel’s lips. “Open your mouth, wet it.”

Daniel opened his eyes and pulled his head back slightly, to see what Reed was asking. He was holding an ass plug to Daniel’s lips, wanting him to take it in his mouth first so he could slide it into Daniel without lube. It was only about four inches long, but it was incongruently wide. Daniel heard a mewling noise come from his own throat as he complied. His dick was raging with need and his body trembling uncontrollably. Reed fucked his mouth with the plug for a few seconds; it tasted like rubber, synthetic. Daniel preferred to suck Reed’s cock. Reed pressed his upper body against Daniel, pushing him into the wall, and then pulled his own hips back so his hands had space to spread Daniel’s ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole, ready to claim him once again.

One of Reed’s hands traced up Daniel’s back and came to rest on the collar, holding the buckle in his fingers. He pulled back on it, just a little bit, enough pressure on Daniel’s windpipe to make him feel Reed’s power. Daniel felt the tip of the plug against his puckered hole.

“Open to me,” Reed whispered, and pulled a little harder on the collar, stopping Daniel’s breath.

Daniel pressed his muscles against the plug, allowing it, giving permission, and Reed slid it into him in one smooth movement. Daniel cried out as the widest part opened him, not really from pain, but from exposure, from something primal inside of him that broke just then, and it was unbearably perfect that he should submit to this.

Daniel came with great shuddering spasms against the wall.

His knees went weak and he was still shaking, Reed’s arms strong around him, holding him up. For a moment Daniel couldn’t see, vision tunneled to a pinpoint, then widening until he was able to focus on the pale blue tile. He let his body collapse against Reed, ass clenching and unclenching around the base of the plug, exploring the unusual sensation of being held open, feeling comfortably full. His head lolled against Reed’s chest and Daniel moaned contentment, his limbs nothing but jelly.

They’d been in the men’s room for all of five minutes.

Reed supported Daniel with one hand and tugged at his jeans with the other. Daniel realized he had to help, and steadied himself on his legs, tucking his cock away. The plug was still in his ass, trapped by his jeans, and it felt strange and a little frightening. “Reed…” he started to say—

“Shh,” Reed’s whisper cut him off. “Don’t talk.”

Reed steered Daniel back to the dance floor, fingers curved around the back of Daniel’s neck, resting on the collar. On the dance floor he turned Daniel to face him and pulled him close, full frontal contact. Reed bent his head and claimed Daniel’s lips in a soft, sensual kiss. Then he let his lips trace across Daniel’s cheek to his ear, “My hot little slave,” he whispered, his breath moist and warm, tongue touching flesh and sending shivers down Daniel’s spine.

Their bodies swayed to the beat, Reed’s hands dropped low, cupping Daniel’s ass-cheeks, then kneading and spreading them through his jeans. Daniel gasped and dropped his head forward to rest on Reed’s chest as the plug shifted inside him. Daniel felt his face flame and his body go hot all over.

“Oh, yes,” Reed whispered with a wicked grin. “Hot.”

They danced three or four songs, until they were both winded, soaked with sweat, and Daniel was begging to stop, caught between the disconcerting thrust of the plug and the outward straining of his cock. Reed tugged Daniel’s hand and drew him away from the dance floor towards the bar. There was one empty stool. Reed gestured to it. “Hop on, pretty boy.”

Daniel looked at the stool, then looked at Reed, and shook his head.

Reed slipped his fingers beneath the edge of the collar and gave it a little tug. “Hop on,” he said in a firm voice that brooked no argument. Then he leaned to Daniel’s ear. “Do as I say.”

Daniel was mortified. Sitting on the stool would force the plug deeper into him. And he was already plenty aware of its being there. Fuck. He climbed onto the stool gingerly.

Reed ordered drinks for both of them, settling against the bar, tucked his body in close to Daniel.

The funky, almost disjointed, beat of Big & Rich’s song ‘Save a Horse (ride a cowboy)’ started, and Reed smirked at Daniel. “I fucking hate this song.”

Daniel was fighting to hold himself still. But like the damned plug in his ass, the rhythm and beat worked into him, and his body was captured, begging to move. It was one of Daniel’s favorite songs and as the music thrummed through him, he almost felt like himself. “I know,” he said, grinning at Reed. “I love it.”

“I know,” Reed answered with the same smirk. “So… dance, little boy.” He was holding back a grin and his eyes glinted at Daniel. “Sitting there on the stool, I mean.”

Daniel felt his face go red.

“Do it,” Reed commanded.

The chorus came up then and Daniel couldn’t help himself. He would be moving to the music without Reed’s command. He squirmed on top of the stool, the plug filling him and shifting deliciously. Reed moved around the stool until he was standing between Daniel’s legs, his hands tracing lightly up and down Daniel’s naked chest, drifting from his shoulders to his wrists, and finally resting on Daniel’s thighs, where he pressed his weight, then released, essentially bouncing Daniel on the stool. Daniel was breathing so fast he was almost swooning; the song so loud it was practically in his blood, the plug rocking in his ass, his cock hard, so hard… and Reed’s touch upon his skin. Sensory overload. One more thing would send him over the edge.

And then Reed’s hot breath across his ear, fingers tangled in the back of his hair, his voice a sexy growl. “Come, Daniel.”

Daniel let his head drop back, looking at Reed through the lashes of almost-closed eyes.

“Come for me, Daniel.” Reed’s voice was louder, the growl now a command, and Reed leaned into Daniel, to follow Daniel’s ear with his lips. “Imagine it’s my cock in your tight little ass, riding you, and you love it, you do… love that I want you… want to fuck you until I collapse…” and Reed wrapped his arms around Daniel, holding him so he wouldn’t fall off the stool.

Daniel came with a long low moan, sitting right there at the bar in full view of anyone who happened to be looking.

“Fuck…” he panted, trying to steady himself on the stool. “…Fuck, Reed.” He couldn’t even think straight, didn’t even want to think about how many people might have been watching. He bent double on the stool to hide his face, take a moment to recover.

He felt Reed’s hands smoothing across his back, gently kneading along his spine, and for some reason the tenderness made him want to cry. Daniel took deep breaths, in through his nose and out his mouth in long streams. All the while Reed rubbed his back and combed fingers through his hair. The breathing and petting calmed him, it did, but for some reason Daniel started to sob. He felt Reed shift, and then the warmth of Reed’s weight on his back, sheltering him from interested eyes. Giving him some semblance of privacy.

Daniel cried for a minute or two, and then took a few shuddering breaths and felt better. And it was like Reed
knew
, knew exactly what Daniel needed because just then his fingers were under Daniel’s chin, raising his head and with it his body, until he was again upright on the barstool, blinking at the flashing colored lights, wiping at his tears, relieved that no one seemed to be staring at them. At least not more than usual. And then Reed brought his face close, still holding Daniel’s chin, and gently captured Daniel’s lips with his own.

“Let’s get out of here,” Reed said against Daniel’s mouth, and coaxed him down from the barstool. Reed looked him up and down, said, “Wait a minute,” snapped his fingers at the bartender, “give me an extra large shirt, would you?”

The bartender obliged, Reed paid for the shirt, then dropped it over Daniel’s head. It was black, with rainbow hued lettering that said “Cock” across the chest, and “Teaser” across the back. Daniel laughed because he’d been wanting to buy one, and because this one was huge on him, dropping past his hips to completely cover his crotch and ass. Geez, it was a fucking nightgown. He stopped laughing when he realized that the front of his jeans were wet with come, and once again Reed was offering him protection.

Reed slung an arm across Daniel’s shoulders and they weaved their way across a dance floor filled with beautiful dancing boys and out the door into the warm foggy night.

Outside, Reed pulled Daniel around the side of the building and said, “Suck me off.”

Daniel went to his knees, a hundred percent willing to do as he was told. He was in a haze of after-lust, gazing up at Reed, his heart wide open.

Daniel saw something shift in Reed as the man stared down at him.

***

Reed
pulled Daniel towards the door and Daniel allowed it. They paused at the bar to get Daniel a t-shirt and Reed watched Daniel smile his thanks at the gal behind the counter. The kid was so beautiful it was fucking unbelievable. So fucking beautiful Reed had to stop walking once they got out the door to turn around to stare at him for a minute, thinking his own eyes might be glowing like predator’s in the dark.

Daniel stared up at him, waiting, supple arms loose at his sides, his facial expression relaxed but expectant.

Reed jerked Daniel by the arm and led him around the side of the building. He pushed down on Daniel’s shoulders. “Suck me off.”

Daniel sunk gracefully to his knees, head tilted upward, brilliant eyes on Reed’s face. The boy’s green eyes were soft and unfocused, which happened the moment the leather band circled his throat. Reed reached out and cupped Daniel’s face with both hands, preventing the boy from actually doing anything.

“You would do it,” he said to Daniel. “Without question.”

Daniel nodded, but did not speak.

“Jesus,” Reed breathed, and suddenly the image of soft black leather wrist cuffs flashed into his head. A silly gift from Maggie last Christmas. He knew they were stuffed at the very back crevice of his dresser where he’d stashed them with an embarrassed thought that he should just throw them away. He was glad he didn’t. If the collar alone could put Daniel into a submissive haze for hours, the cuffs would make Daniel’s submission even
more
. Reed got harder just thinking about it, but it would have to wait for tomorrow night. Tonight he just wanted to get the boy back to his bed. “Let’s go,” he growled, and pulled Daniel to his feet.

***

Back at Reed’s apartment both Daniel’s blood hunger and his sex hunger were quiet, and the plug in his ass was uncomfortable and making him irritable. He wanted to remove it, but Reed hadn’t taken the collar off of him, which is the only way he’d know he had permission. But he was exhausted from being buffeted to and fro by the erotic energy always between himself and Reed. The energy that, impossibly, had grown ever more intense now that dominance games had begun.

Reed rushed him up the stairs to the bedroom and then slid his hand up underneath Daniel’s shirt, pinching his nipples, drawing circles around them, pinching again. “Knowing there’s a plug inside you, keeping you open for me, has kept me hard all night.”

Daniel moaned, he’d come so many times in a matter of hours that he didn’t think he could get hard again without sleeping. Without feeding.

Except that it was Reed,
Reed
touching him, tugging his nipples, and the heat sprang up between them, like it did every single time, like it was impossible to get enough. And he
was
hard again. Fucking unbelievable.

He gave himself up to Reed’s hands and mouth and voice and will.

Chapter 30



How to kill time

DeVante woke long before Lily, and used the time to hunt, and then to clean himself up. There was a routine to this, to training a vampire, that was easier than it used to be now that he chose to accept the role. The evening’s kill had been pleasurable enough, but the moment he returned to the house in Oakland, he prepared for the damnation that rolled off Lily in waves of guilt.