And no matter how many times Nox took him, filled him with cum, and brought him to completion, it was never enough. Luca could have spent eternity in the throes of pleasure if he didn’t have to eat, drink, breathe….
Water plinked against the drain in the shower. If it wasn’t for the scent of bleach, Luca could have convinced himself the rust stains were rings of dried blood left over from the hotel owner’s victims.
Although he doubted any self-respecting horror story main character would even set foot in a place this run down. At least the sheets were clean and practically new. And the carpet, despite the holes, didn’t have any stains beyond chips of dried bubble gum glued into the fibers. Artifacts from past tenants that place marked their moment of time in the world.
What kind of mark would he and Nox leave if they even left one at all? The ichor had brought them back to life, and it made Nox almost impossible to kill. But what did that really mean?
Nox rubbed the spot between Luca’s eyes. “You’re going to give yourself wrinkles.”
Didn’t every living person get wrinkles when they aged?
Luca was pretty sure neither of them qualified. Especially Nox. Death bled from his skin as the scent of fertile ground, the kind where the earth was dark and rich. The sweet spice mixed with it had no name, but it left a soothing calm behind with every breath Luca took.
Something like chocolate, almonds, and vanilla, and too unique to be any of those things.
When Luca thought about it, he was sure there’d been a distinctive scent in the air when Jelani and his people arrived. Crisper, like fall, fresh like a mountain stream, but there’d been an underlying richer scent too. One Luca couldn’t identify with words, and yet he was sure he’d smelled it before.
But it supported Luca’s primal instincts about Jelani and his companions; they weren’t human.
Nox watched Luca with a furrowed brow.
“What do you think they were?” Luca said.
Nox shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, because they went to the trouble to find us? That theydidfind us.” And something else more intimate.
“Tell me,” Nox said. “Please.”
“They call to me.”
Pain creased Nox’s features. Worry flooded his presence, accompanied by fear.
That was the worst.
Because the only time Luca had ever witnessed Nox afraid was when it was about him. And Nox would always shield Luca from danger. He was as sure of that as he was the sun would rise tomorrow.
Which meant if those people did attempt to harm Luca, Nox would face them. Since they weren’t normal people, Luca wasn’t sure what they were capable of.
But Luca believed what he’d said. They wouldn’t harm him. They wouldn’t be able to. And the reason had nothing to do with Nox.