Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Damien
“Underworld?” I ask Jacob.
He glowers at me, which only makes me laugh. Why is he so cute when he’s pissed? For such a big man, he makes the most adorable angry faces. I’m not at all intimidated by him, especially not after winning our little fight.
“No. I just want your word that you won’t threaten to stab me in the heart again,” he growls, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.
“Oh, of course I won’t.” I play with the folding knife in my hand, opening and closing it as I look down at him. He lies on the silky black sheets of his bed, completely naked and fresh out of the shower, while I hover over him. “That was just me winning, darling. I’ll only make superficial cuts.”
Jacob takes a deep breath and relaxes underneath me, though his eyes can’t seem to move away from my knife. His hands rest on my hips, slowly caressing and squeezing my butt and thighs. He does that when he wants me to ride him, but that’s not gonna happen tonight.
“Are you scared, darling?” I purr, reveling in the anger that flashes through his dark eyes.
“No.”
Liar. I know you are.
But it doesn’t matter if he won’t admit it; I can still feel it. And it really turns me on. I love fear, and the power to bend and break others. The fact that Jacob is a much older and stronger vampire than me only adds fuel to the fire.
I wanna do things to him that I’ve never done to my human victims. Mostly because they wouldn’t have survived, but Jacob will. Jacob can’t die. Not unless I rip out his heart, or cut off his head, or maybe set him on fire. What else can kill a vampire? I have no idea.
However, since this is the first time we’re playing this kind of game, I’ll take it easy. As much as I can, anyway. I feel a little bit . . . unhinged.
Jacob’s nostrils flare and he stares into my eyes as if he’s trying to read my mind. Is his breath hitching?
Darling, you’re terrified . . .
My cock loves that so much that it’s already half-hard.
I roll one of my lip rings with my tongue as I take in the beauty of the man beneath me.
Jacob’s a vision, his olive skin tinged red by the soft light as it bounces off the deep burgundy walls.
His soft almost-black hair untied, his prominent muscles covered in tattoos, his big cock growing harder the longer I stare at it.
“Fuck, you’re stunning . . .” I whisper, dragging the dull edge of my pocketknife across his stomach. Jacob hisses at the cold touch of my blade and breathes in, pressing his back further into the mattress.
He might be trying to get away, but he’s rock-hard already. His body loves this, there’s no hiding that. I grin at the way he turns his head to the side, avoiding my gaze.
His exposed neck invites me in, so I claim it. My tongue runs up and down his pulsating vein before I bite, intoxicated by his musky and sweet scent.
Hot blood hits my tongue and instantly makes me shiver.
I’m so addicted to it at this point, that I could probably drain him.
But I don’t let myself get carried away.
I give in to the burning sensation for only a minute, reveling in the beat of his heart surrendering to my rhythm.
Jacob’s hips try to thrust against me, but I don’t give him what he wants.
Not yet.
By the time I pull away, he’s a whimpering mess of a man, looking at me through hooded, glowing eyes.
Such a beautiful sight to take in, his arms pulled back as he holds on to the black headboard of the bed, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows hard, his legs trying to wrap around my hips and pull me down into him.
Fuck, I’m lucky to be high on his blood. I grin and let my eyes light up for him, burning with desire and the thought of the things I wanna do to him.
Jacob’s gaze travels from the knife in my hand to my hard cock still hidden in my briefs.
I lean into him, trailing kisses down the center of his chest all the way down to the side of his hips.
He arches his back, grabbing on to my hair with one of his hands, trying to guide me where he wants me.
And he seems to have forgotten to be scared of me.
How cute. Not gonna work, though.
I ignore Jacob’s attempts to force me onto his cock, and instead carve a long but shallow cut on his side. My knife slides swiftly from his waist to his hip bone.
“Fuck—” He hisses and writhes beneath me, letting go of my hair. I catch all the blood bursting from the cut with my tongue, licking all the way up.
“You taste so good, darling,” I moan, before I drag my tongue up his side again, taking more into my mouth as the wound begins to close.
Jacob bites his lower lip hard. He’s enjoying this a lot more than he wants to let on.
His glowing eyes look up at me with the burning of unspoken words.
Desire, and some kind of vulnerability I can’t quite pinpoint.
Staring right at him, I make another cut across his hips.
He moans, his fangs extending, most likely of their own accord.
“Losing control already?” I tease him, running a finger over the fresh cut and picking up blood with it. I can’t resist the urge to move forward and stick it into Jacob’s mouth. He sucks eagerly, groaning as he wraps his silky wet tongue around my digit. “Maybe this just does it for you, darling.”
He ignores my comment.
I still know I’m right.
While he’s distracted, I carve another slow cut. All the way down from the center of his chest to his navel. Jacob arches his back against the blade, making the cut deeper than I intended.
“Oh my . . . are you no longer scared of my knife?” I laugh, watching the burning red elixir burst from his skin. Jacob is still sucking my finger as if it was my cock, eyes closed. So, I push another digit into his mouth. “Bite me.”
He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fangs into my flesh, painfully so, hitting my bones.
My cock twitches in response to the pain as I moan loudly.
I dive into him, licking all the blood pooling around his navel and between his abs, covered in intimidating skulls.
I take my time to clean him up as I make my way to his neck, not missing the opportunity to bite his nipples playfully.
I feel so damn high, so turned on. I almost see red as I hover over Jacob like a bloodthirsty beast. My breath is shaky as he bites harder onto my bones, delicious pain shooting through me. I think my fingers will break under the pressure of his jaw, but they don’t. I’m no human.
Jacob seems too comfortable with what’s happening, and I’m still hungry for his fear.
I wanna smell it again, I wanna see it in his eyes.
So, without warning, I drag my knife across his throat, making a fast and precise cut deep enough to let blood pour out, but not to actually harm him.
Jacob flinches and releases my fingers, his eyes opening wide as he reaches for his throat with one of his hands.
And there it is. Fear in his eyes. Terror, even. He stares at me, frozen and bleeding onto his own hand and chest. I laugh darkly, high on power. The cut isn’t bad. It’s not even that deep. But it did its job at scaring him.
I lean in to whisper in his ear, his gaze following me as his terror intensifies. He can’t seem to predict my next move. He’s frozen. “Fuck, you’re hot, Jacob,” I say, making his entire body shudder underneath me.
I dive into his neck to lick the cut until it closes, pushing his hand down onto his chest, smearing blood with it all over him.
Jacob’s hand lands on my shoulder, then moves to the back of my neck and into my hair.
He pulls me closer, finally relaxing under the magic of my tongue on his skin.
A moan escapes his lips as I take all he has given me.
For a second, I wonder why I haven’t done this before.
It’s much more fun than doing it with a human.
It tastes so much better too. I’m so worked up that my cock is jumping and leaking in its confines, desperate for attention.
It’s been a while since I last felt this kind of power over someone else.
It scratches an ugly itch in my brain, turning my mind into a darker place than it usually is.
After I’m done with Jacob’s neck, I kiss my way down the center of his abs, dragging my hands down his sides.
He arches his back, then thrusts his hips forward, making his cock hit my chin.
This time, I make sure to run my tongue up and down his length, using my piercing to tease his most sensitive spots.
Jacob moans and shudders, digging both of his hands into my hair.
I chuckle as I keep teasing him, but refuse to take him into my mouth. He desperately tries to force me, pulling on my hair roughly. A fast cut on the inside of his thigh serves as retaliation, which has him hissing and immediately letting go of my hair.
“Good boy,” I croon, as I kiss and suck on the cut I just made. Once it’s closed, I keep moving between his legs, closer and closer to his ass.
“Oh my God—honey—” Jacob groans as my lips reach his groin and start to make their way to his twitching hole.
I force his legs up, getting a little gasp from him. When our gazes meet, his cheeks are bright red, and his cock is jumping in excitement. Such a beautiful sight; he’s an absolutely majestic creature. And he’s all mine right now.
My tongue circles his entrance, slowly but without hesitation. It tastes just as sweet as the rest of his skin. I moan into him, letting myself go wild and eat his ass just like I’ve wanted to do for a while.
“Fucking hell—” Jacob moans, shivering and wiggling against me.
I keep rimming him until he relaxes enough for me to force my tongue inside. Jacob arches his back and grasps the silky bedsheets beside his hips.
It seems like he enjoys being fucked by my tongue, so I stick a finger in next. Instead of flinching away, he thrusts up and down, fucking himself on my finger. He’s more eager than I expected, which amuses me to no end.