by Tiffany Dawn
For the last couple of weeks, he’d been trying to interest Dorian in a partnership with benefits. The young hustler spent half of his time trying to demonstrate how astute he was with finances and the other half simmering with lust for Dorian. Fortunately, Dorian was good at playing games and this one was on. He wanted the blond con artist, and he even wanted to help him. Get him out of what was a doomed future.
Dorian suspected tonight they would seal the deal, and he would finally get to seduce Gabriel. Gabriel had been showing more and more willingness to experiment with him. A bi-curious man was a joy to be savored.
“You made it. I was starting to worry.” Gabriel smiled at him and stroked his hand lightly before pulling it away and looking nervously around the packed bar.
“Sorry to be late, I had to run a few errands.” Dorian looked him up and down, slowly studying the young man. Oh yes, Gabriel was definitely interested in hooking up tonight. His brown eyes shone hungrily. He rubbed Dorian’s hand with his fingers, making a circular pattern and licking his full lips. He’d been keeping Gabriel at bay, stoking his passions in a teasing manner but never satisfying them. He knew how to seduce even men who thought they were straight.
“How about we take this meeting to my place? I’ve got a decent bottle of Scotch we could share,” Gabriel offered, tugging Dorian’s hand. It was so tempting to go there. They would have privacy, comfort, and time to play. Damn, he wasn’t ready to consume Gabriel’s soul. Once done, he’d die, and Dorian would be mortal. Fuck, it was tempting, but he didn’t wish to start out his mortal life as a murderer..
“What if we just go out to my car and talk? I have some early appointments in the morning,” Dorian countered, certain that Gabriel was desperate enough to accept whatever crumbs of attention he would give him. He had been teasing him and hinting at carnal delights they could share during their last couple of meetings. At first, Gabriel had believed Dorian a possible mark, and then his status had been upgraded to potential partner in crime. Now Gabriel had been so lured by his lust for Dorian that his interest in a business partnership had almost faded completely into the background. Gabriel nodded and followed Dorian obediently out to his car. A smile brightened his attractive face. Dorian was beginning to enjoy this hunt once more. He had parked in the very rear of the lot away from the crowd of cars, anticipating this rendezvous. He clicked the remote to unlock the doors, and each man climbed into the vehicle.
“Would you like some music? I have satellite radio,” Dorian offered, not waiting for an answer before flicking on the buttons. Soft rock music gently flowed out of the speakers. “Do you like this?” he asked, running his hand down Gabriel’s jean-clad leg and letting him wonder if he meant his touch or the music.
“I like it all.” He grabbed Dorian’s hand and pressed it against his bulging erection. “I can’t take any more teasing though. I’m gonna explode if I don’t have you soon. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but you are all I think about lately. It’s not like I’m gay, and I get that you’re not but…”
Dorian chuckled at his mark’s desperate tone. “You’ll have me tonight. But only if you do exactly as I say.” He squeezed the crotch of Gabriel’s jeans before pulling away.
“Anything. I’ll do anything,” Gabriel declared with lust shining in his eyes. He leaned over and took Dorian’s mouth in a hard kiss, pressing his tongue between soft lips and groaning when Dorian pushed him away.
“You have to do it my way or nothing.” Dorian kept his hand against Gabriel’s chest, preventing him from swooping over again.
Gabriel whimpered, leaning back into the passenger seat. He almost pouted.
With a nod and a sigh, Dorian began his instructions. “Now that you understand I’m in charge, we can begin. First, I want you to wrap those amazing lips around my cock, and once you’ve sucked me good and hard, I will let you kiss me again. I want to taste myself on your mouth.” He eased the seat back farther from the steering wheel. The young mortal was all blond hair and sculpted features. Certainly appealing to a creature that fed off of desire and sin. He was forming feelings for this human.
Gabriel nodded, licking his lips.
“You may unzip me, but you have to use your teeth.” Dorian always did like to play with his food.
Gabriel leaned over, pressing his face to Dorian’s trousers, and easily popped the top button loose. He struggled to get the small zipper between his teeth. It took several attempts, but finally he eased the zipper down and Dorian’s large cock sprang free. Gabriel gasped at its size, the bulging head already purple and turgid. He looked up into Dorian’s face and waited for his nod of permission. Gabriel used his hands to slide Dorian’s pants down a bit and stroked his impressive member. He dipped his head and took as much of Dorian into his mouth as he could. Dorian put his hands on Gabriel’s head, forcing the man to take in just a fraction more of his length. He felt his head poke against the back of Gabriel’s throat and sighed in pleasure. His mark had some pleasing oral skills. Gabriel was licking up and down his shaft, sucking his head on each up stroke. He wrapped his fingers around his balls and squeezed gently. “That’s it, take a bit more. Suck my cock harder,” Dorian instructed, pushing on Gabriel’s short hair. Gabriel growled and did as he was directed. He was bobbing his head up and down Dorian’s shaft and massaging his balls, making them tighten up. He was almost ready to burst. He could only hold back for so long. Gabriel’s teeth grazed his head a bit, sending Dorian over the edge. He clenched his thigh muscles and let his cum explode into Gabriel’s mouth anxious for his partner to swallow every salty drop. Gabriel pulled off of him, letting his cock slide out with a pop of suction. He smiled at him. “You did well enough. Now I’ll kiss you.”
Dorian pulled Gabriel to his mouth, lightly tracing his tongue over Gabriel’s swollen lips. He swept his tongue into his mouth, swirling it over Gabriel’s teeth, enjoying the salty flavor of his cum. He ended the kiss and pulled his trousers back up, buttoning and zipping.
“So, you going to return the favor?” his partner asked, pulling at his own jeans, the heavy lump of his cock pushing at the denim. Dorian was anxious to suck the dark energy from Gabriel’s aura, but something stopped him. He was hesitant to obliterate this confused young man. The con artist had behaved poorly, but he held a certain flavor of desperation. Dorian sensed conflicting emotions and briefly wondered if there was something redeemable about Gabriel.
“Not tonight. When I take you, I want you so frustrated and ready to burst that a single stroke sends you spiraling.” Gabriel frowned, rubbing at his crotch in frustration.
“But—” Dorian waving his hand silenced Gabriel.
“No. We do it my way. I know you want me—but you also need me. You’re in trouble, and I can help get you out of it.”
“Dorian, you’re killing me. I know a guy with your looks and class will reel in the marks, but I don’t know if I want to keep doing what I’ve been doing. Especially when our friendship is so-so. I don’t know. How about if we just…” Gabriel leaned toward him. Maybe Gabriel’s conflict was less about scamming people out of their hard-earned money and more about his anxiety over his epiphany?
“No.” Dorian pushed Gabriel away. “I have to get going, and you have some decisions to make.”
Gabriel sighed dramatically but nodded his head and exited the car. “I’m not sure I want to keep doing this. You know, I’ve only got you and one other person in my life who means anything to me.” He slammed the door, walking away with his head high and his arms fisted at his sides. He punched a parked car on the way back to the club. Dorian shook his head; passion, pleasure, and pain were a lethal mix.
That had been more difficult than he’d expected. Gabriel was getting to him. Dorian enjoyed sex with men, but his consuming desire for Gabriel was new to him. He caught himself worrying over the young man and wanting his company beyond the purpose of a feeding. Whatever, he had enjoyed his little release, but he was anxious to get him out of his system. He n
eeded to deliver Gabriel’s entire soul and couldn’t afford to become entangled with messy emotions. For some reason, the demon masters were especially interested in this mortal. Perhaps one last visit and then he would feed from him and get it over with. What was it about this guy that had him so rattled? Perhaps once he was done he’d be able to get the scent of that innocent girl from the grocery store out of his mind. Not bloody likely. Why were things getting so complicated?
Damn. His life had always been complicated, but it usually had little to do with emotions. It was no accident that he spent his current time on earth working in finance. In previous incarnations, he’d been a banker, a politician, and a priest, all excellent professions for someone looking to find evil hearts. He had been born an incubus and served the masters for over nine hundred years. When he finally collected enough darkness, his debt would be paid and he would be freed. He knew that time was coming soon, but he was truly damned for he had no idea what he would do once released. What would it be like to have a soul of his own?
It was ridiculously late, and he wanted to get back to his big empty house and call it a night. Even an incubus appreciated a good night’s rest. Besides, he really did have appointments early in the morning. He enjoyed living well, and his frequent moves required substantial liquid assets. Time to make some money.
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Despite his late night, Dorian was up at dawn and on the road. He should have left a bit earlier if he was going to make it to his meeting in Tampa on time. His BMW hugged the curves of the rural route he traveled even though he was doing twice the speed limit. An older pickup truck was weaving about the pavement ahead. He forced himself to slow down. As a demon, he had superior reflexes to a human, but there was no sense in tailgating the worn-looking truck and causing a crash. He tapped the leather-wrapped steering wheel impatiently. Just stay to the right so I can pass you, damn it.
He backed off the accelerator a bit more, giving the truck plenty of room. The road would widen up ahead to two lanes, and he could pass the pickup then. As the red truck got about a quarter mile ahead of him, he saw the passenger throw a bag of some sort out its open window. The bag bounced on the pavement and rolled. Dorian swerved to avoid running it over and slammed on his brakes coming to a dust-spewing stop on the shoulder. He looked out at the bag, an old potato sack tied at the end, and noticed it move. With a shake of his head, he opened his door and walked out into the early morning heat. He glanced both ways and crossed the road to retrieve the tossed bag, knowing already that his plans for the day were ruined. He picked up the sack, relieved to feel the object inside still moving slightly. Resigned, he carefully placed the bag on the passenger seat and sped off down the road. Fucking people considered him a monster!
Chapter 7
Gabriel pulled his pillow over his face, blocking the streaming morning sun from his eyes. Damn cheap motel curtains. He tossed the flat pillow across the small room knowing he’d find further sleep elusive. Fucking hell. He ran a shaky hand through his blond hair. He couldn’t hide from loan sharks forever, and he knew he needed to his get his life in order. He tapped the ignore button, silencing the ringtone on his phone.
For a little while last night, he’d been happy. For a brief time, he felt relief from feeling like a loser, from his miserable life, from wanting her. Being with Dorian was the only thing that was good in his life. He was cultured, smart, and made him burn with desire. If he couldn’t have Shari, then maybe having Dorian would soothe his empty heart.
He reached under the bed covers and slid his boxers down his hips. He’d awoken heavy and hard. Last night had been the first time he’d done anything with a man. The experience had been so different from what he’d expected.
Dorian’s cock was silky soft skin encasing a thick rod. Gabriel had to work to get its length to the back of his throat. He recalled the salty and sweet taste and licked his full lower lip. He pumped his hand up and down his rigid shaft, letting a few drops of cum leak from his crown. His balls tightened, his body craving release. He wouldn’t last long. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he clenched his eyes shut. He imagined Dorian’s cock pulsing in his mouth and Shari’s delicate fingers stroking him. His hips thrust faster. He swallowed, recalling the way Dorian had spewed his seed down his throat and growled in pleasure. Gabriel had felt so powerful in that moment—so absolutely in control of another’s pleasure. He sucked in a gulp of air and let his fantasy have free reign over his body. He imagined Shari’s hand palming his shaft and Dorian filling his mouth. He exploded into his hand, breathless from the intensity of his orgasm.
Even after a night spent craving more of his first male hookup, he was still filled with thoughts of her. Fuck me!
Chapter 8
She needed to get laid. Or even get more of a life. Shari was, as usual, the first to arrive at the clinic in the morning. She quickly opened up the indoor-outdoor runs for the dogs that could walk on their own. She used a towel as a sling to help hold the weight of one of her less ambulatory patients and got her outside. She set the old sheepdog back into her kennel and started doing food and medicine rounds, making careful notes in each chart. At half past seven, her boss, Dr. Burke arrived, his wife right behind him.
“How is everyone this morning? Anything I need to know?” he asked her, putting his lunch in the vaccine refrigerator. Dr. Burke was just a bit over seventy, and what hair he had left was a shock of white. He often needed her to repeat what clients said to him since he was too stubborn to get a hearing aid. His mind was still sharp though.
“All the dogs have been outside and fed. I gave Dusty her IV antibiotic, and her temp is normal. I just need to start on the cats,” Shari answered, putting the last file back on the treatment area desk.
Bing, bing, bing. The bell in the reception area was chiming urgently. Shari launched herself out of the hospital area and rounded the corner to reception, Dr. Burke following more sedately behind.
She skidded to a stop. It was him, the rude, beautiful man from the grocery store. He slapped the bell a couple more times until she stilled it with her hand over his. He widened his eyes in recognition before he pulled free and grabbed her arm. “I have an emergency.” He brought her closer to him by sheer force of will and unwrapped the brown sack he was holding in one arm, revealing a white boxer puppy covered in fresh blood.
“Yes, you do,” she agreed before calling out, “Dr. Burke, looks like a trauma case.” Shari desperately wanted old Dr. Burke to pick up his pace. This puppy was hurt and his owner was making her a nervous wreck.
“This animal was thrown from a truck. Bastards,” Mr. Beautifully Rude swore softly.
“Well, don’t just stand there then, girl, bring it in the back.” Dr. Burke waved at her crankily.
Dr. Burke swung from sweet to sour in the blink of an eye.
“Yes, Dr. Burke. Come with me, Mr.—” She paused, not knowing the beautiful man’s true name.
“Dorian Black,” he coolly supplied and followed her into the back exam area. She didn’t have time to wonder further about the enigmatic Mr. Black AKA Mr. Beautifully Rude.
* * * *
Dorian watched Shari, appraising her performance carefully. She worked efficiently, cleaning the puppy’s wounds and hooking up an IV line with just a few surly comments from the old geezer who was technically the veterinarian. As soon as she carried the pup back, she’d estimated its weight and given the dog an injection for pain. X rays had revealed a broken rear leg but only limited internal damage.
An incubus could do many things—creep into the dreams of mortals, sense auras, communicate with the demon realm, and live forever. They could not heal, read minds, or cross time. Dorian cursed his lack of talent for medicine. He knew some old spells and folk remedies, but this pup needed human intervention. He’d always had a kinship with animals, and they could sense he was special and were accepting of him.
“Mr. Black, we’ll probably need to keep him for a couple of days, and then he’ll need som
e extensive home care. You are adopting this puppy, right?” Shari inquired, raising one of her eyebrows.
He hadn’t really thought about it until then, but now he was certain he would keep the puppy. It would be nice to have some company in his large empty house. He studied the nurse. How incredibly serendipitous this had all been. Were the angels testing him? She was just as alluring to his senses today as she had been in the store, perhaps even more so now that he’d seen her tirelessly working to help an injured animal. She was sure-handed and compassionate. Impossible beauty hid just under the surface of her flesh. Her curly red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her blue eyes clear behind chunky glasses. Her skin was pale with just a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He knew the body beneath the bulky scrubs was nicely curved. Dorian despised the modern fashion of women being so waif thin. Didn’t they realize that in centuries past a woman rounded was a sign of health, beauty, and wealth? He shook his musings aside.