Chapter 13
Thirteen
Killien
Before I even know it, I’m parking in Caleb’s driveway.
It’s a regular middle-class neighborhood, with cookie-cutter one-story houses that look all pretty much the same.
As soon as we’re inside, he grabs my hand and guides me to a small sofa.
I take a minute to look around the room, almost empty besides the most basic furniture.
Pristine white walls, wooden floors, and a brand new small kitchen at the back of the living space.
There are empty IKEA boxes piled up in a corner, which makes me think that he’s just moved in.
I sit on the small white sofa and cross my legs, staring at him like I’ve never stared at another man before, with a kind of hunger that is entirely different to the hunger for blood I’m used to.
Now that it’s just the two of us, his perfume wraps around me and draws me in—something wooden, dark, and minty.
“Want something to drink?” he asks, leaning forward and rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. His movements are way too feminine, but I won’t protest. He still resembles my brother very closely.
“Not really.” I speak so close to his lips that I almost touch them. His nostrils flare as he takes in my sweet breath. Humans seem to like that, since it’s quite unusual. I don’t have to read his mind to know he’s intrigued to taste me.
Caleb goes quiet, almost as if he’s hesitating.
Have I scared him? Maybe my stare is too intense, but I stand my ground and stay close.
I’ll let him take the first step, at least. I’m not sure I’ll be able to give him control of what happens after that.
He licks his lips, and then finally closes the little distance between us.
Oh, shit . . .
My entire body erupts into flames like never before. I’m pretty sure my skin will feel unusually hot to him, but it doesn’t stop me from grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer. Caleb seems to like that, since he climbs on top of me right away.
His eagerness makes my cock rock-hard. Right now, he’s acting exactly like I would want Damien to act.
Instead of fighting the thoughts and pushing them down like I’ve been doing, I let them run free.
I let go of everything that was holding me back, and the line between fantasy and reality blurs and dissolves.
When Caleb parts our kiss, I can only see Damien’s eyes staring back at me.
Fuck me . . . Fuck it all.
Tonight you’re mine, brother.
A shiver runs down my spine as that thought slithers through my brain like a slippery snake. It’s wrong, but it makes my body feel good in a way it never has. I run my hands up and down Caleb’s back, waiting for him to do something. As out of my mind as I am, I still have no idea of how to proceed.
“Is this your first time with another man, Killien?” Caleb asks, leaving me blushing like a teenager. He laughs softly and takes that as an answer. “Let’s start slow, then. Let me know if you want me to stop.”
I just smile and press my lips against his again.
I’m not going to run away, no matter what happens.
I need this; I need to feel what I’ve been craving for a while.
My heart skips a beat at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue wrestling mine, forcing my body to fall deeper into the black pit of feelings I tried so hard to avoid.
Caleb’s body rubbing against mine feels way better than I expected.
I grab on to his hips and force him closer to me.
I’m so hard that I fear I might as well just come from the dry humping.
He leans back to take off his top, and proceeds to unbutton my shirt.
He looks so much like Damien before he started gaining muscle that my mind goes blank for a second.
I caress his chest softly, unable to tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
The rational part of me screams and begs me to stop, but the beast won’t listen.
And I don’t care anymore. If I had to die tonight, at least I’d die having done the one thing I wanted the most. Or the closest I could get, I suppose.
“You’re so handsome . . .” Caleb whispers as he traces the lines of my abs with his index finger. His hand slides underneath my jeans, and I can’t help but groan in anticipation.
My lips find his again while he works on the zipper of my jeans. The kiss is deep, desperate. I’ve never kissed someone like this before. Not even the only real girlfriend I had, years ago. That thought alone makes my heart ache, but I ignore it.
Caleb shifts his position without breaking our kiss.
He sits beside me on the white sofa while he helps me take off my shirt.
My heart beats hard and fast inside my chest, overwhelmed by the fantasy of Damien undressing me like this.
When our lips finally part, Caleb unbuttons his own trousers and kicks them off.
I get rid of the uncomfortable skinny jeans I’m wearing too, taking a minute to observe his lean and delicate body.
It feels like I’ve travelled back in time, to a moment before we arrived in Phoenix, when Damien’s body was no different than Caleb’s.
Passionate blue eyes lock on mine before he closes the distance between us for another kiss.
This time, his delicate fingers reach into my boxers and wrap around my length to stroke it gently.
I’m melting into the soft fabric of the sofa as if my bones have turned to jelly, unable to do anything but moan into his mouth.
The illusion of having Damien’s hand on my cock makes me leak onto his fingers.
Caleb’s lips travel down my jaw and linger on my neck, nibbling, sucking, and kissing.
My vampire instincts kick in, which I wasn’t expecting, creating a sort of tickle inside my veins.
I feel the area underneath Caleb’s teeth get hot and tender the more he excites my skin.
The fire behind my eyes threatens to light them up, and my fangs extend against my will.
I force my lips closed, swallowing the groans that climb up my throat.
Something primal and animalistic unfolds in my heart, urging me to bite Caleb, to drink his blood.
But I fight it, shoving whatever instinct kicked in back where it came from.
Luckily, Caleb decides to keep kissing his way down my chest.
While he licks my collarbones, I take a few deep breaths, cooling my blood down and forcing my fangs to retract.
I didn’t know my neck could be so dangerous, and I take a mental note to not let him do that again, just in case.
But there’s not much time for me to question my reactions, because Caleb pulls my cock out of my boxers and strokes it harder.
“Oh, fuck—” I hiss, looking down to find him slowly kissing his way along my abs. My heart skips a beat at the sight.
His delicate, pale hand runs up and down my shaft in a tantalizing rhythm, making me arch my back. My fingers dig into his hair, tugging it softly, tickling his scalp and forcing a shiver up his spine. I don’t really mean to push him farther down, but he seems to assume that’s what I want.
Caleb turns his head to the side to look up at me with a mischievous smirk on his pretty lips.
His blue eyes remain fixed on mine as he sticks his tongue out and licks around the head of my cock.
I moan loudly and bite my lower lip, unable to see anything other than my brother.
His hand on the base of my cock, his tongue running up and down my shaft, his penetrating blue gaze staring into my soul.
Yes, give me more of that. It’s exactly how I want Damien to stare at me.
My free hand clings on to the fabric of the white cushion underneath me as I hiss and try my best to hold back. The whole thing is so damn erotic that I’m about to come, too aroused by the fantasy I’m living in my head.
Caleb slowly takes me into his mouth, pushing me even closer to the edge. I force my eyes closed and throw my head back. Maybe if I don’t look I can last longer. I’ve never had a blow job get me this worked up; it’s the first time that I find myself fighting an orgasm so early on.
I try to think of something else, to not focus on how good it feels when my dick hits the back of his throat. But the idea that Damien is doing this to me has me panting and thrusting my hips up. It’s like I can’t stop myself.
Yes, Damien, baby . . .
I’m shocked by my own thoughts. I haven’t used the word baby in years. The last person I ever called that was my one and only girlfriend, Sophie. I shouldn’t be wanting to say that to my brother. But I do. Desperately so.
A low hum makes Caleb’s throat vibrate around me as he swallows me deeper.
He’s struggling to fit me in a little bit, which doesn’t surprise me.
I have to fight back the desire to push his head down and force my cock all the way into him.
I’m dying to fuck his throat, fueled by the images of Damien choking on me that my mind is very cleverly conjuring.
Fortunately, Caleb pulls back, giving me a minute to cool down while he trails kisses up my stomach.
I look down again to meet his eyes. The illusion of Damien is so strong that I can even see the missing piercings on him—the other lip ring and the one on his left eyebrow.
I didn’t know I had such a vivid imagination.
With an evil smirk, Caleb returns his attention to my cock.
This time, he swallows me whole. He bobs his head up and down, keeping his pace steady.
It feels really good, a lot better than any other blow job.
Probably because I’m thinking of my brother, which is terribly wrong and I definitely shouldn’t be doing.
Still, despite the guilt that creeps up, I don’t have it in me to fight it.