Chapter 23 Jericho #2
“Oh, fuck,” Evan murmurs. Not in pain, but in pleasure. He relaxes in my arms, warm lips touching my shoulder. His scent changes, alerting me to his arousal.
I suck harder, wanting to give him more and take more all at the same time.
Just as fear spikes that I won’t be able to stop, an unexpected calm settles over me.
Where the burn of thirst consumed me just moments ago, Evan’s blood now cools.
He soothes. He grounds me like no one has before, making me want to slow down.
Enjoy. Savor every decadent drop of his perfect blood.
By the third swallow, I’m completely myself.
Evan makes another sigh of pleasure, arching his back and digging his fingers into my taut muscles.
His hardening cock presses against mine, making me roll my hips for more friction.
He returns the gesture, rocking forward.
Now that I am aware of the incredibly sexy—and completely naked—body in my arms, I’m wildly turned on.
I’ve never felt so connected. The need to drink is gone, but the need to be with him is still overwhelming.
Evan hums again, clutching my ass. “Always thought you’d be inside me for this.”
I pull back in surprise. “Wait. You… want to have sex with me?”
Evan’s cheeks turn bright red before he sputters a laugh.
“What do you think we’ve been doing every night?
Yes! Of course I do.” He kisses me, pausing to lick his lips when he tastes the blood.
I expect him to flinch or cringe away, but he doesn’t.
He holds me tighter. “I want it all with you. I just… don’t know the first thing about anal—”
I kiss him hard. If he wants that, then I’m going to give it to him.
As our kiss deepens, Evan goes up on his toes. Another wave of that erotic, aroused scent fills my senses as desire floods his system. It blows my mind, even after everything we’ve shared, that he would want this with me. Evan O’Connor wants me! He wants me inside him.
Breaking the kiss, I bend to drag my tongue over the bite mark on his neck. “To heal it,” I explain.
Evan seems disappointed. Either he wanted to see the bite, or… My heart skips a beat. Could Evan want me to claim him? Does he know how that works?
I can’t think about that right now. It’s too soon. And not soon enough. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve dreamed of it, knowing it’s the only true way to protect him.
I kiss him again, then nudge his shoulder to gently turn him around. Coating two fingers with conditioner, I kiss his shoulder as I slide my fingers down his ass to probe his hole.
Evan turns to look at me, then pushes his ass back, as if pleading. When I press in, he bites his lip, eyelids fluttering. It takes great effort to go slow. How many times have I dreamed of being with Evan this way, never once believing it would ever come true?
I add another finger and begin gently stretching him open. He rocks back, breaths becoming urgent, then he reaches back to touch my hip. “Give me… Oh, God.”
Evan’s head falls back as I stroke his prostate. The sounds of pure ecstasy as I tease him make my cock throb.
Finally, I coat myself with more of the silky pink conditioner, then press in.
Evan tenses from the pressure, but quickly bears down on me, hands braced on the tiled wall.
He moans before turning to kiss me, his lips as hot and as desperate as mine.
I rock in smoothly, groaning at the hot, thick pressure around my cock.
It’s the first time I’ve ever been inside someone before, and with Evan of all people.
With one hand, I reach around to stroke his aching dick. He breaks the kiss, eyes dazed to watch me for a moment as I roll my hips. His mouth parts when I thrust in, then he drops his head back on my shoulder, as if completely overcome with pleasure.
I’m reminded of my drawing. The one he was never meant to see, but now I’m glad he did. It opened his eyes to how I truly feel. How much I want him. It broke through that barrier and made him even consider that there could be more between us.
I fuck him slowly, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. But Evan has other ideas. Pushing back, he braces himself on the wall and gives me a look that is as clear as day. Fuck me.
Stepping back, I grip his hips and pound into him, my balls slapping against his ass with every thrust. His whimpers become grunts, hands fisting against the white tile.
I glide my hands up his arms, threading our fingers together.
He shudders, and when he turns to look at me, my chest tightens at the raw emotion I see there.
“Bite me again.”
I don’t even hesitate, unable to refuse him anything. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into the curve of his throat, but resist the urge to suck. I’ve taken more than enough already.
“Do it.” His fingers tighten around mine. “Drink, Jer. Let me feel… Oh, shit. Yes!”
I suck hard, pulling his blood in with a long, deep swallow.
Evan gasps, then his whole body trembles.
His channel tightens around my shaft as his cock begins to pulse.
It’s so unexpected that I lose my rhythm, sinking in all the way.
The steady pulsing pulls me right into the current with him, and I fall headfirst into the most intense orgasm of my life.
Evan stills, then wraps one arm around his stomach, our fingers still joined. After a moment, he gives a weak, nervous laugh. “Okay, yeah. I never thought I would feel… that,” he says, a little breathless. “But fuck, Jericho. That was hot.”
I chuckle.
When I start to pull out, he tightens his hold to stop me. “Stay with me a minute.”
I wrap my other arm around him, kissing his flushed skin as we both try to catch our breaths. He melts against me, as if he’d genuinely needed this as much as I did.
I didn’t just need his blood. After the last few days, I’d needed him. Needed to be connected to him, and know I am his, even in my true form.
After a long moment, Evan eventually turns around, his blond brows pulled together in a frown.
I return the look, suddenly worried.
“You terrified me today,” he says.
I flinch. So he had been afraid of my thirst.
When I lower my gaze, he tips my chin up. “When you left,” he clarifies. “Not when you needed me. We both knew that day was going to come eventually, and it didn’t scare me. You hear me? I trusted you. I always will.”
His blue eyes search mine before scanning my face, like the reminder of my thirst has made him see me for the first time after drinking blood. Does it shock him the way it shocked me, what fresh blood does to me? How it silences the demon and makes me human in a matter of seconds?
If he’s surprised by it, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he meets my gaze. “You need to stop leaving me, okay? I can’t take it anymore.”
“I didn’t want to. I just… the thirst was already bad before I found Justice this morning, but then… I don’t know. When he died, I just lost it. I needed blood.”
He nods. “I know. But I’m right here, Jer. And I love you, so no more running. Okay?”
Relief floods me, and my jaw falls open before a grin breaks out across my face. “I love you too.”
His eyes widen, then he smiles too, laughing once. “Shit, I did say that, didn’t I?” He shakes his head, amused. “But it’s true. I love you. I think I always have. I just didn’t see it until now.”
I kiss him deeply just as someone pounds on the bedroom door. “Jericho! Evan! Everything okay in there?” Grant calls.
Evan startles then sputters a quiet laugh.
“Yeah, we’ll be out in a minute,” I call.
Grant’s steps retreat a second later.
Evan takes my hand before his eyes search mine, pleading. “Are you okay? Really. I know what happened with Justice must have been hard for you.”
My chest aches. I lower my gaze, unsure of what to say.
Evan kisses me gently. “I am so sorry you had to do that.”
I take a deep breath. “I don’t think I would have been able to if you weren’t there, so. Thank you.”
Evan rubs my back. “You were right. He deserved the choice, and you gave him that.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Kissing me one more time, Evan turns the water off. “Come on. We better go talk to the pack. They’ve been waiting to call Bronson until we knew more.”
Before we get dressed, I pull Evan close, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”
He hugs me back. “I know. Just don’t leave again, okay? We’re in this together.”