High Voltage (8 page)

“Now, Heath!”
Volt yelled, tackling the demon to the ground.

It shrieked underneath him, as the
sickening smell of burning flesh rose. Volt didn’t come out unscathed. Felor
viciously clawed at him, but Volt continued to hold him down with the help of
the electricity coursing through his body.

More pinpricks of pain tore at him
with every swipe of Felor’s claws tearing at his flesh, but the pain was
nothing compared to the energy beginning to burn out his body.

“Heath!”

“Almost done,” Heath gasped from
somewhere.

Lines of magical energy began to
appear on the ground where he tackled Felor. Once the circle closed, Volt knew
anything inside it would be sent back to the Otherside. He wasn’t afraid of his
spirit leaving this world and going to the next, even if it would be a kind of
hell.

The demons living in the Otherside
and the other supernatural entities living in it would eagerly tear a human
spirit to bits, but if Felor could no longer harm those he loved, then he’d
gladly do it again. He’d already caused Heath enough grief. Volt promised Heath
they’d fix whatever it was between them, but he’d give his life for Heath to
live.

“Volt!
Let
go of him,” Heath cried out, emerging from his hiding place. His expression was
one of pure and undiluted fear. Fear for him.

“Not yet. I have to make sure he
doesn’t escape,” Volt said through gritted teeth.

Just a few more seconds until the
banishing circle closed. He cocked his head to his terrified apprentice.

“You did
good
,
Heath. I’m sorry I didn’t make good on my promise, but I need to make sure
Felor will never touch you again.”

“Fuck you, Volt,” Heath whispered.
“Don’t you dare die on
me.
”

Volt couldn’t comprehend the energy
rippling off Heath’s skin. His apprentice should be drained after casting the
banishing spell, but the wind began to lift again and Volt found himself being
hurled from the demon just as the circle closed.

Volt hit the grass with a painful
thud. Smoke sizzled off his body.

Heath’s worried expression appeared
above him seconds later. His apprentice’s face was shining with tears and
anger, as he punched his sore shoulder over and over again.

“You fucking bastard. Asshole, you
were planning all along to sacrifice yourself,” Heath accused, but Volt was too
weak to argue.

When more worried voices arrived,
that of Gale and Blaze, and Volt was finally certain Felor was truly and
forever gone, he let his brain shut down.

Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

Seeing the clothes still scattered
about the apartment, Heath let out a frustrated sound. “Volt, didn’t I tell you
to put the damn clothes in the laundry basket because we’re having the others
over?”

No response. Volt was probably in
the shower or something. Heath muttered a curse under his breath and
methodically began picking the clothes up and making sure the space was
presentable. Living with Volt was
a fantasy come
true
for him most of the time, but reality sometimes gave him a swift kick in the
ass. He loved Volt to bits, but sometimes his master was a damn slob.

“Volt, did you get the chicken like
I asked?” Heath called once his ears picked up the bathroom door opening.

“What the fuck are you going on
about a chicken?” Volt asked.

“The chicken I reminded to pick up you
before you
left,
and texted you twice about.” Heath
whirled.

He was about to give Volt a
lecture, but thoughts of company, the chicken, and his annoyance disappeared at
the sight of Volt only wearing a towel. Volt’s hair was still wet from the
shower and beads of water dripped down his hard chest. The scars Felor left
were all healed by now, and they made his master look decidedly more feral. The
scars went along nicely with the golden markings on his skin.

Heath fumbled for words, hating the
lazy smile spreading across Volt’s lips. “T-the roasted chicken I asked you to
buy at the supermarket on your way home from work. You know how Havoc loves
roasted chicken. It’s currently on discount and it’s cheaper to buy than roast
my own chicken.”

“Fuck the chicken. Right now all
that matters is the way you’re reacting to me.”

“I’m not reacting in anyway.” Heath
consciously began to move toward the sofa in the hopes of hiding his rising
erection.

No such luck. In moments, Volt was
in front of him, grasping his wrist. The smell of his master’s soap and Volt’s
familiar masculine scent nearly overwhelmed him along with his close proximity.

“You know how I hate it when you
lie
, Heath.” Volt spoke against his ear.

“Oh for God’s
sake, Volt.
I only asked you to get the chicken.” Heath had a load of
things to say, but they flew out the window when Volt closed his mouth over the
side of his neck.

“Oh, Volt, we can’t. Blaze says he,
Levi, and Sarah are coming early,” Heath murmured, but he knew he’d lost.

His entire body was leaning toward
his master eagerly and his hands were beginning to hungrily explore the hard
planes of his Volt’s body. He squeaked when Volt gripped his buttocks and
pressed him closer.

“Fuck them. I’m not interested in
their damn company anyway.”

“Volt, you know it’s our turn to
host the weekly dinners and you know how Havoc is big on family get
togethers
.”

Volt growled at that. “We
practically see each other in the office every day. Stop making excuses, Heath.
The more you resist me, the more spankings you’re going to get.”

Heath was incredulous, and sense
returned to him. “You can’t spank me now. Blaze, Levi, and Sarah are literally
half an hour away.”

Volt let out a throaty laugh, and
Heath didn’t know what the big bastard had to laugh about. Restraint was
something they had to implement. Havoc had already caught them several times
and told them, in his old man’s reprimanding tone of voice, that if they were
going to fuck like rabbits in the office then they should start looking for
other employment.

Heath wasn’t sure if he was kidding
or being serious.

“I can do what I want, Heath.
Remember who’s in control.” Just the sound of Volt’s commanding voice was
enough. Heath let his master peel off his clothes and in seconds Volt was
sitting on the coach with Heath, naked and draped over his lap.

It had been days since their last
session, and Heath longed to feel the ache again and see the handiwork left by
Volt.

“You’re a slutty and kinky little
kitten, aren’t you, Heath?”

Heath craned his neck and tossed
Volt what he hoped was defiant glare. “What? No I’m not.”

With one hand Volt restrained both of
Heath’s hands at his back, while his other found Heath’s hardening and leaking
cock. “This tells me otherwise. We haven’t even started yet and you’re already
hard just from the prospect of a spanking.”

Heath gave in to Volt’s reprimand.
He only squirmed and wiggled on Volt’s lap. He let out a gasp as the sharp
crack of Volt’s large and heavy hand descending on his ass resounded across the
living room.

“Set of thirty, Heath. Start
counting.”

“Thirty?” Heath shrieked when Volt
only answered him with another stinging swat.

“I don’t hear you counting, Heath.
Do we do a little revision of our previous lessons, little tabby, and add in
another set of twenty?”

Oh gods, the damn bastard very well
knew those words would only drive him up the wall. Sometimes lessons in the
arcane arts turned swiftly to lessons of another sort when Volt used that tone
on him.

“No, master,” Heath whispered,
yelping when another smack descended.

“We shall see. I still can’t hear
you, Heath.”

Heath’s counts came out in
shuddering breaths. Each smart blow began to undo him as they usually did. By
the time Volt finished the first
set,
Heath was
panting and begging for more. He was already high on endorphins and had entered
sub-space, and when Volt finished off, his cock was rock hard and begging for
some release.

As if his master knew Heath’s body
and needs like he knew his own, Volt’s hand unerringly found his prick. Volt
pinched his cock head and Heath nearly came by then, but he remembered suddenly
he didn’t have the permission to come.

“Please, master. Please.”

“The sound of your begging is
fucking sweet, Heath. It only makes me want to hear it even more.”

Heath gulped. Volt rearranged him so
he was now kneeling in front of his master. He could feel his reddened and warm
bottom with every little movement.

“Suck me, Heath. Suck me good and I
might just let you come.”

The towel around Volt’s waist came
off and Heath practically salivated at the sight of his impressive length. The
thick member beckoned to him. He eagerly leaned forward, curling one hand over
Volt’s base. Heath gathered the pre-cum on Volt’s tip and began to spread it
across his veined body. Once Volt’s shaft was completely lubricated, Heath
began to administer licks. He savored the taste of Volt in his mouth. Feeling
Volt’s hands fisting his hair and urging him to move on, he opened his mouth
and began to deep throat him.

Heath was so used to Volt’s length
and thickness by now, he could take all of Volt. He applied suction with every
inch he covered, enjoying the sound of the other man’s appreciative moans above
him. When he felt Volt’s prick hit the back of his throat he withdrew only to
dive in again.

“Fuck, Heath. You’re such a good
little cocksucker.”

The grip on his hair tightened and
Volt began to take control. Heath let the other man thrust himself into his
mouth. Volt used his hair as a handle, slowing down when Heath’s gag reflex
rose. It only took a few more thrusts for Volt’s cum to spill into his mouth.
Heath caught every single drop and licked his lips after.

“Good boy.” Volt reached down and
began to pump at his aching cock.
“Time for your reward.
Come for me, Heath.”

Heath erupted as soon as the
command fell from his master’s lips. He shuddered and sighed, swaying slightly
on his knees. Wave after wave of pleasure rode him down, but Volt’s steady
hands kept him firmly rooted to reality. When he came to, he saw his master was
semi-erect again. Volt’s gaze was dark and heavy. There was no mistaking what
he wanted.

Without being told what to do,
Heath went on his hands and knees. He pushed up his pink bottom at Volt,
tempting him. Heath heard Volt’s quick footsteps fading away, probably getting
the lube from the bedroom. He sighed when he felt Volt’s hand palming his
spanked bottom.

“Beg me for it, you little slut.”

“Please fuck me, master.”

Heath felt Volt’s powerful hands
parting his globes, his cold, slick, and lubed fingers on the tip of his
sensitive hole. He impatiently moaned for Volt. Heath wanted to let his master
know he was more than ready to take him.

“Hush, little
tabby.”
Heath groaned when Volt inserted two fingers into his opening,
scissoring and massaging their way for his entry.

“Please, master. I want to feel you
moving inside me, claiming me.”

“That’s right, Heath. I’m going to
hammer into you over and over again so you remember you’re fucking mine and
mine alone.”

The fingers on his
hole
disappeared, replaced by Volt’s larger tip. Volt’s
hands firmly locked on his waist. Once Volt pushed past the thick ring of
muscles, the slight burn faded. Heath practically writhed in pleasure, but
Volt’s hand landed on his bottom again.

“Stay still, Heath.”

Heath had a hard time obeying. His
entire body was singing, building with pleasure as he waited to be filled with
each of Volt’s deep and lingering strokes. Gripping his hips tights, Volt
seemed to sink deeper and deeper into him, as if he was seeking his core, his
soul.

Heath didn’t need to tell his
master his body, heart, and soul always belonged to him. Volt already knew, but
he claimed him all the same. The heat inside Heath spread to his cock, to the
other parts of him until his body could no longer contain his desire. His prick
was, to no surprise, hard and leaking again.

“I’m coming, Heath.” Volt grunted.
His master finished off with one last ram home and exploded inside him.

Heath could feel Volt’s hand
reaching for his cock, stroking it. “Come for me, Heath.”

Heath
orgasmed
,
and it was more
intense than his first. His entire body seemed to spasm and shudder at the
onslaught of pleasure. Someone was knocking on the door, and Heath realized
they had been knocking for a while, but neither he nor Volt paid it any
attention.

“Those two are probably having at
it like animals,” Blaze announced loudly enough for them to hear from the other
side of the door.

“Not probably. I can smell them,”
grumbled Levi’s voice.

“Hey, Levi.
What do you smell?” It was a female voice, probably Sarah’s, the teen Levi and
Blaze adopted.

“Nothing, Sarah,” Blaze said
quickly.

“Right.
I’m not an idiot, Blaze. You just said they were having at it like animals.”

“Blaze, enough,” Levi said with a
grumble.

Remembering suddenly that the bear
shifter’s nose was sharp, Heath reddened and returned to reality. He began
scrambling for his clothes.

“Volt!”

“What? Let them wait. They can
fucking
wait while we finish off in the shower.”

Heath glared at Volt.
“The shower?”

“Hey assholes,” Volt shouted to the
door. “Come back in fifteen minutes.”