Page 45 of My Hunger, Your Soul

He doesn’t fight as he tightens his hand in mine and moves with me as we glide through the house to my room.

Tyler sits down on the edge of my bed, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he rests his face in his hands. I sit next to him, not knowing what to do.

“I’ve fucked up with them haven't I? Seb and Kai.”

“Nah. You’ll be fine.”

“Seb was angry.”

“Yeah, but he is entitled to be. You questioned him as a person in his own home.”

“Are you always this fucking blunt?” he says as he looks up at me from his hands.

“You asked me a question, and I’m answering it truthfully. I always tell it as it is.”

No response.

“Look, you both had opinions that you are allowed to feel. Don't worry about it. Seriously, that was barely a disagreement.”

Tyler flops back onto his back on the bed and I turn to the side to watch him. He really is stunning.

“This place is so twisted, Ivan. Everyone in the normal world would be horrified with this family. But when you’re here, it takes hold of you. I mean, look at me, feeling guilty for upsetting Seb because I said murder and violence is wrong.”

“No, you judged him for not running away from it. He agreed with you on that, and he was questioning your hypocrisy.”

“I’ll certainly always be humbled around you.”

“Enough talking. Shower time.”

“We’re going to shower together?”

“Yes. We can get dirty and clean at the same time,” I say with a wink, and walk to the adjacent bathroom.

I turn on the shower and undress, dropping my clothes in a heap on the tiled floor, I know Tyler is behind me. I can sense him. His presence is becoming embedded in me like a beacon, alerting me when he’s near. I pull my hair tie out of my bun and throw it down with the clothes, running my hands through my thick messy mane. My hair is shoulder length now and needs a trim.

“You have beautiful hair,” Tyler says quietly. I turn around, naked and hard, and smile as he dreamily looks at my hair like it's something he has fantasized about.

“I never thought about long hair on a man, but it's nice.”

I raise a brow at him.

“Nice? Just nice?”

“You’re gonna make me say it, aren't you?”

“Always the truth.”

“Sexy. You look like some kind of fantasy warrior. There…happy now I’ve humiliated myself?”

“Why would telling the truth be humiliating? You really need to cut off that brain of yours, sweetheart and just go with the flow. But for now, strip,” I say as I turn around and open the glass screen to the shower and stand under the large showerhead to allow the steaming water to drench my hair and body. Fuck that feels amazing.

A few moments later I open my eyes and hear the clank of the door as Tyler walks in, looking shy. I grab his arms and pull him flush with my body under the spray of water that drenches him too, and take that bitchy, never-ending complaining mouth with a brutal kiss. More intense than our others. This is a kiss without the doubts, the barriers he puts up. He relaxes against me and grabs my hair with both hands, grinding against my dick, eliciting a loud groan that we both share. My hands travel around his waist and down to his gorgeous plump ass that I squeeze and tease. He pushes himself into my hands, asking for more without words. As the battle of tongues and teeth gets more intense, I spread his cheeks with one hand to give the finger of my other hand access to play with the outside of his pretty hole. Another moan leaves him, his lower body pushing back onto my finger. He wants it, just like I knew he would. After tonight he’ll crave my cock in his ass. He’ll need it.

I pull away from his addictive mouth and start to kiss and bite down his neck.

“You gonna let me back in here?” I ask, sucking hard on the skin below his ear.

“Yes…please, Ivan.”

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