Chapter 2
Chapter Two
EVANDER
I’m going to stake my so-called friends as soon as I meet up with them again for sending such a delicious morsel to my doorstep. They had to have known what they were doing when they had this gift delivered.
And now he’s sitting in my wingback chair, his hand down his pants, shamelessly stroking himself.
Humans. They have no shame.
Water sloshes from the cup I’m holding as I feel my body respond. My teeth elongate, my dead heart races, and my pupils dilate.
It’s like being alive again. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten what it’s like.
But every time I feed on a human, I feel it. The rush, the excitement.
Without even hesitating, my feet move me forward until I’m looming over him.
He glances up at me, his eyes hooded, his hand moving faster at my presence.
“Your water,” I grind out, setting it on the small table beside him.
He doesn’t even glance at it, just wets his lips as he swallows roughly. It’s too much—the scent of him, the way his skin turns pink.
My knees hit the floor, right between his spread thighs.
And I rip the pants from his body.
He groans, his cock slapping his flat stomach.
“I lied,” I murmur, pushing his legs up so his ass is exposed to me. He’s folded against the back of the chair as I take him in from cock to hole. “It hasn’t been a week since I fed. It’s been a month.” He groans as I spread his legs a little farther. “And I’m starving.”
“Yes,” is all he says, and I let my lips land on his warm skin. “Oh, god. Do it.”
“You’ve done this before?” I ask, my heart thrumming steadily, making me almost heady. It’s been so long since I’ve had a human. I’ve tried to be good, tried to subsist on the vials I’m brought.
We have to maintain decorum. We can’t go wandering around biting humans. There’s a proper way to do it.
I don’t want to be placed back in hiding. I lived that way for centuries, but the smell of him, the sight.
Delicious.
Just perfection. All that tan skin, the blue veins under his skin.
“No, but I wanna try. I want you to bite me. Suck me.”
It’s all I need. My mouth widens, and I sink my teeth into his skin. His cock jerks, cum pulsing from the tip. Completely untouched, messing up his skin as well as mine. But I barely notice it. Just taste him.
I suck.
The taste of him floods me, my body coming alive. That hunger I had abates slightly before roaring to life again.
He tastes as good as he smells. I knew it the moment he set foot inside my place.
He was a treat.
I drag in more of him, making his head fall back in bliss, his mouth open in loud moans.
I want to keep him like this, spread out and in pleasure, but I can’t. I need to give him a moment to recover before I feast again.
I pull off him, his leg dripping with blood. My tongue laps it up, sliding across the two bite marks in his leg, closing them up.
He pants, staring down at me, his eyelids hooded. I meet his gaze and then shift slightly, lapping up the cum he spilled all over his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he groans, his hands gripping my hair as I take him.
This may almost be better than drinking his blood. Almost.
His body trembles under mine, warm and so alive. When his cock twitches and bursts, I swallow his release, choking on the amount he gives me.
It settles deep in my belly as I pull off him, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
We stare at each other, his warm hands against my cold skin.
“I—” His throat clicks, and he lets out a shaky breath. “I think I need that water now.”
I let him go slowly, hesitantly. Reluctantly.
His hand grabs for the water, spilling some of it slightly, but he manages to drag it to his lips, his throat working as he consumes it.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob, and my cock hardens.
It pulses in my pants, wanting release, wanting him on his knees for me, swallowing my cum.
But I don’t ask for it. I already took so much.
The cup is set down with an audible clank, and he gingerly touches the mark I left on him.
“That felt really good.”
I nod, my gaze piercing his.
“I can’t believe I—” he blushes, and I curl my fists on my thighs to keep me from reaching for him. “—I’ve never done that before.”
“Untouched?” I ask, and he nods.
“It felt different.”
My dead heart thumps in my chest. “I liked it.”
“You did?”
“Yes. You taste…” I smack my lips together and squeeze my dick as I remember it. “…like dessert.”
He groans again, his legs falling closed, his body pushing up on the chair.
“I am the type of blood you like.”
“Of course you are.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth. “Can I—I want to taste you now. If you want me to.”
He looks shy, almost unsure. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t, but I reach for the zipper of my pants and undo them, pulling my pulsing cock out and letting him look at it.
It’s thick and long, with a purple vein pulsing on the underside. It’s something he’ll have to stretch his lips around, something he’ll choke on. But he seems ready because he falls to his knees and clambers toward it, making me fall back on my elbows in surprise as he crawls between my legs.
“You’re gonna taste so good. I know it.”
And then he falls on me, his mouth stretched over my tip, sucking eagerly.
He whines and moans around my cock as he takes me inch by inch.
My head falls back, my teeth still elongated.
Wanting more of him, to drink from him while he sucks me down, but I don’t.
Not yet. For the time being, I just experience it.
The sloppy way he bobs his head, the way he gurgles around me.
I just let him take what he wants.
His eyes drift up my chest, his hand sliding up my cold skin, tweaking my nipple and making me gasp.
“Filthy boy,” I murmur, and he groans, doing it again.
I drag his hand from my shirt and bring it up to my lips, slowly licking each finger. He moans around me, pulling me in even deeper, down his throat, swallowing as he consumes me.
It’s too much. I’m too hungry.
My teeth pierce his wrist, and Jamie groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock pulses once more.
The taste of him, the feel of him wrapped around my cock, the sight of it all, makes my cock erupt. It splashes against his tongue, his throat working to take it all, but he can’t. He just falls to the side, choking slightly, moaning as I continue to pull from his veins.
I only pull away when he starts to fall asleep, his head against my abdomen, his half-naked body strewn across the floor.
I lick up the mess I made, making sure to catch each rivulet of blood that’s fallen down his wrists before pulling him into my arms. He’s on top of me fully now, my body taking the weight of him entirely.
I should move us to my bed, where he’ll be more comfortable. But he’s tired. Too sleepy to move.
“So good,” he murmurs, pushing his face into my neck and making something dead inside of me start to come alive.
My hand moves up his back, and I cup his neck, feeling that steady pulse beneath my fingers.
So good indeed.