35. Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

Casimir

W e followed Ares into the club and as soon as we crossed the threshold the sound of bones crunching and skin slapping skin filled the air. It was primal and called to the darker side of me. Deimos was definitely becoming stronger, but I think that had more to do with me being more accommodating. I hadn't had a blackout period in a while, and I was more aware of when he was watching through my eyes than I had been before. Perhaps that was him being accommodating too.

Neither of us were enjoying the way Ares was watching Raevyn. She was ours and if he didn't stop skimming his eyes down her curves, I wasn't going to hold Deimos back. In fact, God or no God, I'd probably gauge his eyes out myself.

I caught Hawk watching me with a smile on his face, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He probably did. I knew Moroi had impressive mind powers and with Hawk being one of the original Moroi I bet he didn't have any trouble sneaking into my mind to discover what I was thinking. And judging by that wide smile, I sensed he approved my violent thoughts. His whole severe face was alive with that fucking smile. It was the worst smile I'd ever seen on his face – and I'd unfortunately noticed a few. Sexy, seductive, a little bit twisted. It was terrible. It really was. It made me feel sick and lightheaded and like I wanted to smack it right off his striking face. And the worst thing about it? I wasn't a hundred percent sure I hated it.

Hawk's grin widened even more. Fucking bastard . He was definitely snooping around in my mind, and it didn't seem to bother me as much as I thought it would. Maybe that had something to do with Deimos being a resident in there. I was already used to someone snooping.

"You know," Hawk said in his low drawl, "if I didn't know better, I would say you were curious about me."

"You'd be wrong," I returned, hoping he didn't hear the quiver in my voice because the truth was, I was curious about him. About where he'd disappeared to when he'd been exiled the first time. About what made him tick, how he functioned, what he fed on and when. I knew him years ago, back when he was violent and full of rage. He'd intrigued me then, but now that he was back and somewhat calmer, I think I was starting to become a little obsessed. Wouldn't tell him that though. I'd never hear the end of it.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he purred right by ear.

When the fuck did he get so close? I was so wrapped up in my own head, that I didn't even hear the big guy fall into step right beside me. Jeez, I was fucked. At least where he was concerned.

And what was up with the shiver that ran deliciously up my spine at the sound of his voice right by my ear? Nope. I was going to ignore that. just like I ignored most things. Surely it would go—

Pain lanced through my shoulder as I was pushed roughly through a door. "Hey!"

There was the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place and when I managed to gather my thoughts, I turned to find Hawk staring at me with heat in his eyes.

"Hawk, let me go."

"No, vulpe ."

"What about the others?" If I weren't there, would Ares try something with Raevyn? Would –

Hawk flicked the centre of my forehead with his finger. "Focus on me. On now."

My thoughts immediately centred on him.

"Good boy."

I growled at him, and I was sure I snarled a little too. It just made that smile I didn't hate curl his plump mouth. I couldn't stop staring at his mouth. It was perfect. Plump, fleshy lips and a sharp cupid's bow.

A wildness pumped through my veins, and I felt dizzy with how close he was. I looked at him, holding his gaze and the most honest words I think I've ever said tumbled from my lips. "With Raevyn, I know exactly where I stand but you… You terrify me, Hawk."

He stepped closer to me, something softening in his gaze even as he walked me backwards, cornering me against the bathroom sink. His hands cupped my face, and I sensed Deimos retreating to the back of my mind. Hawk's fingers were rough against my skin, but they were tender in their touch. I thought he'd have been rough and aggressive, but it completely threw me that he was so gentle with me.

His amber eyes darkened as he leant closer and his hair fell around me like a curtain, blocking out the real world and making me focus on the man in front of me.

My eyes closed and I expected his lips to touch mine, but he kissed my eyes, my cheeks, the length of my jaw. A sharp breath left my lips, and it was only then, when my lips were parted, that he finally pressed his mouth to mine. It was the lightest of touches, and it was agonising. It set my body alight, and I knew he was giving me the chance to run, which again was something I didn't expect from him. My head was full of him, his scent his taste, the way he felt beneath my fingers.

But I didn't want soft or tender. I was ready to jump in headfirst.

I surged forwards, thrusting my hands into his hair and demanding that he claimed my mouth. And fuck, did he answer.

He growled deep into my mouth and forced his tongue past my lips. His fangs brushed against my bottom lip and my hips bucked at the sharp sting, seeking friction against something, anything that would give my aching dick some kind of release.

"You need help with that, vulpe ?" Hawk hummed against my lips, his hand trailing down my chest towards the top of my trousers. He waited for me, showing me a grace that I hadn't expected. But I didn't need it. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was him.

I groaned, unable to stop myself from grinding against him, loving that he was just as turned on as I was. Hawk's hands trailed down my back and cupped my ass. His hands felt so fucking good. He smelled so good. I wanted to will my body to breathe, just to hold the scent of him in my lungs.

"Give me your words, vulpe ," Hawk whispered as his fingers worked their way around the band of my trousers. "Do you want me to touch you?"

I had no idea what I was doing. It was completely unchartered territory, every touch from him igniting something new and exciting. It was terrifying, but on some level, felt completely, one hundred percent right.

"Yes. Touch me, Hawk. I need—Fuck."

I collided my lips with his, crossing that last barrier of restraint in my mind. It was my turn to take control. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth with hunger.

He ripped open my trousers, wasting no time in pushing them down so he could access my aching cock. And gods, how it ached, and the moment he touched me was a moment of sweet, blessed relief.

His hand wrapped around my length with a firm grip and the moan that left my mouth was absolutely sinful. It was guttural and full of all those moments I'd held myself back. But now I was free, and that was due to the man in front of me. The most unlikely of people.

Up and down his hand went, pumping me with a speed that had black spots dancing at the edge of my vision. All the while, his tongue wrapped around mine and I dragged his taste into my mouth until I was completely, and irrevocably, addicted.

"That's it, vulpe . Give it to me. Cum all over my hand and scream my name while you do it."

The base of my spine tingled, my balls drew up and I was powerless to stop the orgasm as it ripped through me under Hawk's touch.

I screamed his name, my toes curling in my shoes as Hawk swallowed every sound that I uttered like he'd demanded them from my body. Cum shot from my dick, coating his hand. Hawk's grin was absolutely fucking feral as he worked me to the point it started to feel more like a punishment. Not that I found that off-putting.

All ability to think flew out of the window. There was nothing except the pleasure coursing through my veins and the man that was Hawk.

When I could think again, I released my grip on Hawk. He stared down at me with fascination and appreciation in those amber eyes and I preened under his gaze. I felt seen. Like he saw everything about me and wanted me anyway. Raevyn looked at me the same way. Like she saw all my faults and wanted to love me anyway. It was terrifying and thrilling and I wanted to bask in the sensation it caused to run riot through the dead muscle that was my heart.

I grabbed Hawk by the waistband, hauling him towards me and yanking his pants open, moving his pants out of the way and letting his cock spring free.

Holy shit.

It was a monster. Thick and huge just like him.

I had to taste it. I needed it in my mouth.

I sank to my knees, refusing to look up at him in case I saw something that halted my movements. I just wanted a taste. To give him the same pleasure he'd given me. I licked the underside of his cock, running my tongue up the length of him before sucking him into my mouth. I'd never done this before, so I wasn't going to go straight in and gag on him. Although, the fucker would probably like that. No, I centred my attention on the head of his cock, circling the tip with my togue, flicking his slit and lapping up his precum. It was sharp on my tongue, and I'd never known anything that could feel so wrong but also feel completely right at the same time. But it did. This fucking did.

" Vulpe… "

My dick tried to rally again at the dark rasp of his voice. I didn't even know what it meant. Didn't care. I just wanted to hear it again. Hear that note of tension bleeding through the sounds and knowing it was there because of me . He said it like a fucking prayer and, as I revelled in the heavy weight of him on my tongue, I made myself a promise that I'd bring him to his fucking knees.

I gripped his ass, taking him deeper, pushing him against my gag reflex. I choked and sputtered and Hawk fucking groaned . He sank his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place whilst he sank his cock deeper into my throat. I swallowed around him until he was buried in my airway. Jeez, I hoped he bruised my throat. I hoped he marked it as his.

"Gonna cum," he moaned, warning me. He tried to pull away, but I dug my fingers into his ass to hold him in place. "Okay, vulpe . As you wish."

The bitter taste of him exploded on my tongue and I drank him down. I couldn't manage it all and some of it spilled out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. It was filthy. Dirty. And I fucking loved it.

I released him from my mouth and finally looked up into his face. Bliss softened his features and a genuine smile played about his lips. He was fucking beautiful.

His eyes hit mine. "Thank you, but nothing is as beautiful as you on your knees with my cum dripping down your chin."

Fuck. I'd forgotten about the whole mind reading thing. I'd have to censor my thoughts around him.

He cocked an eyebrow, as if he were daring me to act on that thought.

I chuckled and climbed to my feet on shaky legs.

He pressed his mouth against mine in a soft kiss, another tender touch that was so at odds with the harsh lines of his appearance.

"Thank you for trusting me," he said as he tucked me pack into my pants. It was strange, having someone else dress me, but I realised I wasn't opposed to it. It was… nice.

I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip and a sudden thought crossed my mind. "Don't you ever feed?"

He cocked an arrogant brow. "Why? Are you offering?"

My dick twitched behind my zipper which the bastard felt seeing as his hands were still in that realm of my personage. "Just curious."

He pressed a kiss against the side of my neck. "One day I'll sink my fangs into your neck and give you so much pleasure you'll think you've gone mad." He pulled back and gave me a warm look. "Until then, the house gives me what I need."

Ah. Of course it did.

"Come on. We need to find the others."

"Why?" Hawk asked. "Worried you might have second thoughts?"

I paused with my hand on the handle and looked back at him over my shoulder. "No, just worried that I might bend over and tell you to rail my ass."

I walked out to the sound of what I guessed was a string of Romanian curse words, laughter on my lips and a skip in my step.