Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

ERICH

One would think a brisk kick and glide through decreasing visibility would take my mind off the incredibly powerful supe begging me to ‘teach’ him about sex, but that would be incorrect.

By the time my family’s cabin came into view, tucked into the mountainside and already disappearing beneath a blanket of white, I was harder than I’d ever been.

Just another reason to find a doctor.

While I still didn’t know the exact details surrounding Luca’s abilities, I was aware a supe needed to be nearly undefeatable to take a council seat—otherwise, they wouldn’t last a day.

I also understood they typically shacked up with supes possessing equal power, since big dick energy was everything to their kind. Yet, this high-ranking, extremely attractive, deadly predator had inexplicably zeroed in on me

A normie.

“You are not like other normies, Erich.”

Regardless of why this was happening, it was safe to say the power dynamic happening here was in danger of going to my head.

How could it not when The Kinetic Assassin wants to submit to me?

Despite my vague confusion, the silence between Luca and I was comfortable but tinged with an air of anticipation as we reached the cabin. We placed our skis and boots on the handmade racks in the entryway before heading inside, stealing glances at each other as we removed our outer layers and hung them to dry in front of the crackling wood stove.

Which someone thought to stock before we left…

My handsome hausmann was certainly earning his keep. The kitchen was spotless—a development that would not have happened if it had been left up to me — and his considerate early morning grocery run had given us time to play in the snow before the storm .

A man could get used to this kind of treatment.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Luca murmured absently as he pulled off his sweater and carefully folded it before setting it aside. “I enjoy keeping the nest in order.”

The nest?!

How is he so terrifying yet so adorable?

There was no hope of hiding my grin—not when he gave me such a perfect opening. “Luca Meier, are you loitering in my head all the time?”

Luca’s eyes widened as a flash of pink momentarily colored my vision. “N-not all the time! Only when I need to know what you… want with… me.”

Ridiculous man .

I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it blindly over my shoulder. “You could just ask, little hase.”

“Ask…?” he mumbled, as if what I was suggesting was complex math.

I suppose it is to his kind.

Chuckling, I stepped forward and pulled him to me by the waistband of his thermals. “While I understand you supes hold your cards close, I prefer clear communication, which might come in handy while we establish this relationship…”

My knee-jerk aversion to commitment threatened to arise, but I staunchly reminded myself this was new territory for both of us.

“I’ve never been interested in anyone until you.”

Same…

I quickly buried any remaining hesitation, just in case Luca was still accessing my thoughts. The last thing I wanted was for him to mistakenly think I was opposed to the idea of falling for someone. It was more unexpected than anything, since it seemed to be occurring after 32 years of blissfully unattached life.

Taking it slow might be good for me too.

While I enjoyed teasing this terrifying yet adorable supe about his abilities, I also wanted to encourage him to pursue me in his own way—since we were very different creatures, after all.

“That being said…” I ran my lips along his neck, loving how he shuddered at my touch. “I don’t mind you being in my head, especially if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

Luca pulled back to frown at me. “I’m surprised Wolfgang hasn’t taught you better defenses, Erich. I’m not the only telepath?— ”

“Oh, I am aware.” I laughed. “The twins—usually Dre—invade my thoughts at least once a week to keep tabs on me.”

No doubt by order of my bestie.

Luca had gone unnaturally still, his deep frown turning his usually sunny and serene expression into a storm cloud.

Black.

“The twins. Invade. Your. Thoughts?” he growled, and my cock nearly punched its way through my thermals at how angry he seemed on my behalf.

“Are you going to scold your children for me, Councilman?” I laughed, smiling widely so he could see how unbothered I was by their actions. “Give them a mental spanking?”

My grin faded as Luca’s gaze went distant, his icy blue irises morphing to a sparkling purple.

Like a galaxy?

“Done,” he coolly replied before blinking back to blue and smiling warmly. “They won’t be in your head again.”

Wait.

“You didn’t… kill them, did you?” I hissed, horrified if that was the case.

He gave me a look, as if supes didn’t unalive people on a regular basis. “Of course not! Andre and Gabriel are my greatest creations, and I would never harm my family.”

My brain was still struggling to catch up with what had happened. Never mind that Luca had reprimanded his psychic sons from six thousand miles away—he’d done it to protect me.

Against the Suarez clan .

“You…” I stumbled backward and sat down hard on the sagging couch. “You just…”

Wolfgang is going to be so fucking pissed.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I fumbled it out, but before I could check the screen, it was snatched from my hand by a starry tendril and carefully set face down on the coffee table.

“I defended you,” Luca stepped between me and the phone, as calm as ever, “because you’re mine to defend.”

“Y-yours?” I stuttered, distracted by his thermal-covered crotch now at eye level and how my dick was still half-hard, despite my imminent death sentence.

“Mine,” he repeated as he sank to his knees between my thighs. “Mine to defend, to care for, to… please.”

Oh?

I suddenly found myself no longer caring about the twins or that I’d just indirectly ignored a call from The Hand of Death, because Luca was gazing at me like I hung the moon and stars.

Waiting for me to take the lead…

Well, if I must.

“You want to please me, hmm?” I asked, tentatively running my fingers through his uncharacteristically messy hair, assuming he was okay with the contact at this point. “Is that what you need?”

“Yes,” he sighed, leaning into my touch as he began sliding his hands up my thighs. “It will give me so much pleasure to provide it for you.”

Well that’s… different .

I’d never been offered the role of receiver before. My professional success hinged on making sure everyone else was having a good time on the floor, so it had always felt natural for me to translate that people pleasing attitude to the bedroom.

I do love the idea of a little role reversal.

“Will you…” Luca’s voice brought me back to the present. His hands were fidgeting with my thermal’s elastic waistband, and I sensed nervousness in his tone.

No.

I’m sensing it some other way…

Filing that concern away for later, I focused all my attention on the supe before me, instinctively knowing exactly what he needed in this moment.

“Look at you,” I soothed, hooking my thumbs in my waistband and lifting up so we could slide my thermals down and off together. “Look how eager you are to please me. Such a good boy.”

I knew it was a gamble, calling this powerful older man— a supe —a “good boy,” but a flash of contented yellow somehow told me I was on the right track.

We’re both just letting it happen at this point.

“Yes,” he murmured, staring at my extremely hard, yet fairly average, cock like it was a work of art. “I want to explore every inch of you.”

A man could definitely get used to this.

I smiled softly and removed my tee shirt as well, giving my good boy full access to me. “Well, you have my permission. Touch me anywhere you’d like. ”

Luca blew out a slow breath, as if to clear his nerves, before tentatively reaching for my cock.

With his hands.

That’s not right…

“Wouldn’t you rather use your tendrils?” I offered, lacking a better word to describe his superpowered accessories.

Which might actually be appendages…

My suspicions were confirmed as unmistakable gratitude washed over his face, paired with another flash of yellow, tinged with blue-green.

“I would,” he breathily replied, although he still looked slightly unsure. “However, I-I don’t want to frighten you…”

“Frighten me?” I leaned forward to cup his face. “Luca, I’ve known exactly what you are since we first met at Wolfgang and Simon’s wedding.” When he sharply inhaled, I kissed him softly before sitting back and spreading my legs wider. “I’ve wanted you so badly since then, you could probably breathe on me at this point and I’d explode. So, place your hands on your thighs like a good boy and show me what those tendrils can do.”

Luca struck so fast, if he had wanted to kill me, I would have been dead before I knew what was happening. Instead, I could only yelp as I suddenly found my wrists and ankles pinned to the couch by four surprisingly strong tendrils of pure light.

I tested his hold, only to have him growl low and tighten his grip—coiling his tendrils up my arms and legs like a creeping vine. When I met his gaze, I saw his irises had changed color once again, causing me to freeze as I realized I was being shown the deadly predator buried beneath Luca’s buttoned-up facade .

And here I thought he couldn’t get any sexier…

Before I could encourage him onward, he gasped and blinked rapidly, clearing his vision. “Forgive me, Erich…” He loosened his tendrils, much to my disappointment. “I’m not sure what just?—”

“Almost made me come before you even touched my cock?” I winked. “Let’s try this: My safe word is ‘Geneva,’ and unless you hear that, you may proceed with whatever freaky shit you’d like to do to me. Do you find those terms agreeable, Councilman?”

“Geneva?” he slowly repeated, and I nodded solemnly.

Because I hate the idea of you returning there after this…

I tried to bury the thought as soon as it arose, but with the way he cocked his head, I suspected he ‘heard’ it loud and clear. Luckily, he didn’t comment on my confession, although his lip curled in what could only be described as a shit-eating grin.

“Your terms are most agreeable,” he purred as a half dozen more tendrils emerged from his back and headed my way. The existing ones drew taut, weaving amongst themselves to form complicated knots, completely immobilizing me.

Like prey.

The tables had officially been turned, but I couldn’t find it in me to care—not when Luca was wrapping one tendril around my cock while two more slipped through my nipple rings. I groaned as he tugged lightly on the rings the same moment he curiously tapped against my frenulum piercing.

“Fuck, Luca…” I panted, able to do nothing but watch as he toyed with me. “Are you trying to see how quickly you can make me explode? ”

“Yes,” he replied with the cool detachment of a serial killer, which only encouraged my balls to draw up tighter.

He must have noticed the movement, as the next tendril wrapped around the boys, applying just enough pressure to tell me I wouldn’t be coming until he decided I would.

How will I ever play with anyone else again?

“You won’t,” he snarled, and my gaze snapped to his, finding he’d gone full galaxy predator mode once again. “Did I not make myself clear? You are mine.”

Well, okay then.

I no longer questioned why the idea of someone making such a bold claim didn’t bother me in the least, because the reason was clear.

It’s because it’s him.

“Very well, Councilman.” I huffed a shaky laugh. “Then why don’t you get inside me where you belong?”

He froze as a panicked look crossed over his features, telling me I’d struck a nerve. Before I could safe out for him, he rallied, smiling evilly.

Challenge accepted, I see.

I held his gaze, expecting to feel one of those glorious tendrils breaching my ass at any moment, but then an entirely foreign sensation had my attention snapping downward.

To my dick.

“What are you—” was all I managed to choke out as Luca suddenly—and skillfully—slid a tendril into my urethra.

JESUS FUCKING CHRISTUS!!!

Thanks to the international body count I’d accumulated over the years, there wasn’t much I hadn’t tried in the bedroom, but sounding was a practice I’d never had the pleasure of attempting.

And what a pleasure it is…

With the initial shock gone—and my safe word nowhere to be found—I surrendered to the feeling of Luca’s blessedly lubed tendril gently massaging me from the inside. The experience was all-consuming, near euphoric, and when he began lightly stroking the exterior of my cock as well, I knew I was done for.

I never want to play with anyone else again.

“Lu… ca,” I gritted out, straining against his hold as my body began to involuntarily shake. “I’m…”

I’d hoped to warn him I was about to blow but, of course, he already knew that. With a hum I felt all the way to my soul, he simultaneously withdrew his tendril, released my balls, twisted my nipples, and flicked my frenulum, causing me to come harder than I ever had in my entire life.

I must have passed out, as the next time I opened my eyes, I found Luca gently licking the last of my cum from abs, still contentedly humming to himself.

It sounds like… music.

Familiar music…

He must have sensed I was awake, as he glanced up, revealing irises still in galaxy predator mode. This should have scared me, but I’d meant what I said earlier—nothing about him was frightening.

Even if I’ve never seen any of the Suarez clan look as otherworldly as him…

“Yours,” I preemptively reassured him .

Apparently, it was the correct thing to say, as he smiled softly, laid his head down on my thigh, and closed his eyes.

“Mine.”