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“I’ll tell her there’s no need,” Mario said, a chuckle in his voice.
“I can still, you know, come visit and whatnot right?” Gamble asked.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t, kid. We’re still family.”
Gamble’s chest loosened and he could breathe a bit easier. “Good.”
Mario caught him up on a few things going on, and Gamble finished his joint before he said goodbye to the man who was like a father to him. He hadn’t known what the conversation would be like before calling, but the words Arden had growled at him as he plowed into Gamble’s ass set heavy in his mind.
He was right; Gamble belonged at PGD or at least with the men who were there. Gamble swallowed back his groan as the hazy calmness settled over him. He thought about going to seek out Arden and, in turn, Spooky.
Once his mind latched onto Spooky, it was like a dog with a bone; there was no turning back. His body remembered perfectly how good it felt being pressed against Spooky’s or how he moaned when he pushed back against Gamble. The way his hole swallowed Gamble’s cock with ease and had him seeing stars in seconds. When those big brown eyes peered up at him, and Gamble felt right within the world.
Gamble ran his hand over his face and blew out a breath. The sun had broken the horizon, bathing the city in light. Gamble rolled over; he was a witch, and they could technically move about any time of the day, but all supernaturals thrived at night.
He made his way over to the stairs and climbed down from the roof. He entered the host bar. It looked different all emptied out. All the employees that stayed at PGD were no doubt tucked away in bed, and those who commuted were long gone.
Gamble moved toward the stairs but stopped short when he saw a soft glow of light coming from the bar area. He headed that way, opening the door. Normally no one stayed downstairs once the bar was closed. But there at the bar was Arden and Ezra talking, their glasses filled with amber liquid. A part of Gamble wanted to get close to see what they were talking about, but he could tell by the serious look on Arden’s face it would be a very bad idea, especially if he was caught.
No Arden for the night. And that meant no Spooky either.
Gamble’s chest ached, and he felt along the bond inside of him. If he tugged on it, he could summon Spooky to him, but he hadn’t done it yet. He was still coming to terms that not only his magic but life was tied to the snarky familiar.
Gamble shook his head as he rubbed at his chest absentmindedly. He needed to get his mind off Spooky for a bit before he inevitably called him. Blue and pink feathers came to mind, and Gamble instantly wanted to see the angel. Maybe Micha would be in the room, and he’d get to cuddle the angel. Gamble made his way upstairs and grabbed some more pajamas from his room before he headed toward the shower.
He made quick work of cleaning up and changed for the day before he rolled up one more joint for later. Gamble went into Micha’s room; it had become his as well with how often he slept there. Going back to his old room felt cold and lonely. Even with Micha not being there it was still comforting. He thought about looking for Eldon, maybe they could have movie night, and Gamble could feed the vampire.
The thought of the vampire sinking his fangs into Gamble’s flesh had desire heating up his body. He involuntarily shivered; maybe they’d go even further. His cock hardened at the thought.
Fuck, Arden’s cock unlocked something in him that he thought he could ignore, but that was impossible now. Gamble shook his head and got ready for bed. His cock was hard, and he glared down at the tent in his shorts.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Gamble grumbled. He hadn’t needed so much sex in his life, and yet after being with the guys he was always crawling up the walls.
He flopped down on the bed and towel-dried his curls. His cock wasn’t giving up, and he was painfully aware that his body was craving to be touched. Gamble blew out a breath and gave in. He tossed the towel in the hamper and laid down before he opened his legs and shoved his shorts off.
The cool air in the room kissed his cock and pulled a moan from his lips. He was overly sensitive as he played the night over in his head. Bash’s words, Arden’s touches and demands. Gamble closed his eyes as he stroked his cock. He opened the nightstand on his side of the bed and found the lube. He squirted some into his hand to help glide the way up his cock.
Gamble groaned at the cool feeling; it was nothing like Spooky’s ass. Gamble tried to shake his head free of the familiar and focus on something else, but that wasn’t happening. His hand tightened around his length before running the palm of his hand over the sensitive head. A bead of pre-come formed on the slit; he thumbed it away, adding it to the lube as he continued to lazily stroke his cock.
Gamble’s magic trickled around him as if it had a mind of its own, and he couldn’t stop it, not when it brought the illusion of Spooky next to him. His finger’s intertwined with Gambles as he helped stroke him.
A growl permeated the air as his illusion grew. Arden sat at the edge of the bed, his heated gaze watching both of them intently, making Gamble squirm. Soft fingers brushed along his neck, and Gamble tilted his head before cool lips pressed against his hot flesh. His illusion was strong, the feel of Eldon’s fangs nearly felt real, but it was missing something that only the real vampire could provide.
A cry bubbled out of Gamble against his will. Delicate fingers danced along his ribcage, and Gamble glanced down, meeting pink eyes that held so much need and sorrow. Bright blue and pink wings flapped behind him gently. Oh, how Gamble wanted to touch them to hear Micha moan and whimper from it.
Gamble’s throat tightened up as pleasure gripped him by the balls. Another growl was added, and his head jerked to the side to find Bash leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his expansive chest. His green eyes were glued to Gamble’s hands.
Shit, it was all too good but lacking at the same time. He wanted more, but he also knew his illusions on himself had to stem from real life. He could place someone else on a skyscraper in the middle of winter without ever experiencing it himself. But in order for it to work on Gamble, it needed to have happened to him in real life. And he’d never had Bash’s gaze on him or Micha’s eager hands running against his flesh.
Spooky bent over, offering his hole for Gamble, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew the illusion would never compare. He wanted nothing more than to hold the real Spooky to sink into his hot body. To feel the bond between them spark to life. He never felt more whole than when the bond was open and thrumming between them.
“Spooky,” Gamble subconsciously called out.
“Finally,” Spooky said, making Gamble jump and the illusion of everyone around him dissipated like smoke.
“Shit,” Gamble groaned. “You’re real.”
Spooky looked around, and when his knowing eyes landed on Gamble, he took a step forward. “You had set an illusion around yourself.”
