Chapter 10 #2
“Why are you doing this?” he demanded, making me wince as he dug his nails into the flesh of my arms, which were unfortunately exposed thanks to my decision to wear a tank tonight for The Fade instead of my usual hooded coat.
At least it wasn’t his claws.
Small mercies and all that.
Although, coupled with a little pleasure and other stimulation, I’d be game for that.
“Because I can. Because I know what it’s like to carry this anger that infuses all that you do, all that you are.
I know what it’s like to want to let it all out, but to be frozen in place at the same time, when the barrier seems insurmountable.
I didn’t have anyone to guide me, to see that in me, to understand it. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
His gaze locked with mine.
The tension was heavy… and painful. So very painful for him.
“And, you know, there’s also the fact that just the thought of fucking you makes me rock fucking hard every single time I lay eyes on you.”
He snarled and ripped me off the wall, just to slam me against it again.
And then he smashed his mouth to mine and took me in a devouring kiss.
I rose to it instantly and that fury melted into passion and desperate need as I thrust my tongue into his mouth and we dueled fiercely.
The thrill of it escalated magnificently as he started rutting against me, ripping his nails free and swallowing my cries with his mouth, and then fisting his hands in my hair, holding me to him, oh-so needy.
He pulled back, grasping my arms again, and breathing heavily, looking so fucking torn up. “I’m not supposed to want this.”
“That’s learned behavior. You grew up in a heteronormative environment in that wolf pack of yours. They already reviled and rejected you for being part vampire. You couldn’t allow them to see this in you as well—isn’t that right?”
He nodded slowly.
I freed my arm from his grip with a spark of magic and grazed my fingers across his stubbly cheek. “You’re not living in that repressive environment any longer. You’re out on your own. You’re free. As I said before, time to start acting like it, no?”
His eyes blazed gold with his wolf side and it came right along with a hiss from the vampire. Mmm.
He wrenched my hand off his face then slammed it to his cock, actually managing to startle me at the brazen move, considering everything.
“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?”
“Oh, I do,” I said, tightening my grip around his cock.
His delightfully rock-hard cock. He hissed and released my hand, actually giving up control.
More than that, he was silently asking me to guide things, to teach him.
“Just as I also know that it drives you fucking crazy in the best way.” I loosened my grip and slid my palm up and down his shaft, watching his reactions carefully, his eyes hooding, him swallowing hard, his one hand still holding my bicep shaking.
“Is this big, hard cock weeping for me, babe?”
His eyes flicked to mine, blazing heat threatening to burn us both right where we stood.
“Find out,” he uttered hoarsely.
“Mmm. With absolute pleasure.”
With a flick of my magic, I levitated him over to the couch.
As he lay there on his back, startled, and not sure what to make of it, I ripped my tank over my head, and then crawled up his powerhouse body, watching all that hot muscle rippling with tension as he regarded me with so much intensity and now undeniable curiosity, his anticipation right there for me to see laid bare.
“Lift,” I told him, gesturing at my shirt. As much as I reveled in the sight of him in it, I wanted him skin-to-skin with me right now.
He raised his arms and held my gaze, not even flinching as I pulled it off him, exposing his torso and those sinful abs of fucking steel.
He just watched me, his anticipation naked, his curiosity sharp and crackling between us.
I trailed my fingers of both hands down over his throat, to his pecs, over the chain hanging from his neck that held a wolf claw pendant, all the way along his abs, over all that heat, all those scars.
Nice and slow, making him really feel me, every motion of what I was doing to him, every little provocative brush of skin against skin.
He undulated beneath me, little groans of need spilling forth and increasing in volume the longer I teased him, sliding up and down, all over.
When I finally stilled at the waistband of the sweatpants, he was panting, heavy-lidded eyes glued to mine.
“Yes,” he told me. “Sylas,” he panted.
He sucked in a harsh breath as I drew them down to his thighs. Fuck me, he wasn’t wearing any underwear so his cock sprung free immediately. His absolutely huge cock.
Raging hard.
And most definitely weeping for me.
“Exquisite,” I breathed, slicking some of his pre-cum with the pad of my thumb and spreading it over his spongy crown.
His hips lifted and a guttural groan rumbled from him, the sound so deliciously primal.
“That’s right, hot little wolf, melt for me.”
He snarled and threw his right hand out, then dug his nails—nope, his claws—into my bare shoulder.
I smirked. “Love your claws in me, babe.”
“Argh. You’re driving me fucking crazy. You fucking cocksucker.”
“Cocksucker. Don’t even try to pretend that wasn’t pointed this time. In fact, I believe that was actually your version of begging me to do just that to this beautiful cock of yours.”
I fisted him roughly, teasing his crown with my thumb as I went, and he drove his claws deeper into my shoulder, making me hiss, the biting pain making my own cock raging fucking hard.
I hadn’t thought that was possible given where I was already at with all this, straining against my pants like a desperate whore.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt this desperate in a long fucking time.
I hadn’t wanted anybody this intensely before.
I stilled my hand.
A whimper sounded and I couldn’t fucking believe that it had come from him.
There we were.
Primed.
Our gazes clashed for a brief moment, then I shoved his thighs tight to the couch, and dove down onto his cock, swallowing him right down to the root.
He roared and lurched up, his claws slipping from my shoulder, and his hands diving into my hair.
He pulled, fisted, and stroked, not knowing where to land, what to do with himself as I pulled pleasure from him, as he struggled to reconcile it all.
I let loose, going feral all fucking over his glorious cock, licking, sucking, even nipping, then scraping my teeth up his shaft, before swallowing him deep again.
And again and again.
He was pulsing in my mouth, leaking pre-cum on my tongue and down my throat, and he tasted fucking perfect.
“Fuck!” he cried. “Shit… shit!”
There’s my good boy.
He tried to thrust his hips to force the rhythm, but I shoved my hands to them, pushing him back down.
On the third attempt, I rooted him there with a spark of my magic.
I smiled around my mouthful of him when he took to grabbing my head in a brutal grip, using his supernatural strength, then ramming me down onto his cock, trying to choke me.
Then he employed his vampire speed, battering my throat, punishing me.
I didn’t have a gag reflex, so it was just fucking glorious to me, feeling him hot and full and pulsing, so beautifully needy.
So, I let it happen, enjoying his unhinged reaction, the brutal way in which he took his pleasure and finally started owning it.
My cock was aching, my balls drawing tight, and I ground against his calf.
“Sylas!” he cried in rapture. “Cocksucker doesn’t… cover it. Shit! Yes! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”
I knew he was. I could feel him right here.
Not yet, hot little wolf.
I sparked his hands grasping my head with my magic and he hissed, forced to release me.
Then I pulled off his cock, basically ripped off my pants and boxers, then rose up on him, dragging my cock along his as I went.
His eyes widened and he gasped sharply through his needy panting as he felt me bare against him.
“Too much?” I asked.
He swallowed. “No. Don’t… don’t stop.”
I smiled and leaned down and dragged my tongue over his throat, and he fucking trembled for me—trembled.
“Good, because you’re gonna come all over my cock, then I’m gonna eat it all up and make you watch as I do.”
“Shit,” he choked, reaching around and grabbing my ass, then pushing me harder against him as I rutted on him, fucking against his cock over and over.
“Then I’m gonna coat you in my hot, sticky cum, and you’ll wear it all over this exquisite cock for me, like my filthy little wolf.”
He threw his head back, cursing, and I licked at his throat, then raked my teeth back and forth, as I picked up my pace.
I released him from my magical hold on his hips, and not a second later, he rolled his hips like a fiend, moving with me so fucking perfectly, the rhythm hard, rough, and creating the perfect friction.
I could barely hold off, but I wanted his cum spurting all over us both.
I wanted to watch his stunned and reverent reaction as he watched me drink him down how a good boy like him should be treated.
He fisted his hand in my hair again, then jerked me to him, our mouths colliding.
And then he basically ate my face—that was the only way to justly describe it. It was primal and feral, and beyond passion itself.
His hips went wild and I matched his pace, running my hands all over his hair, his face, his pecs, his biceps, lost to the moment and about to lose control all the fucking way.
He broke the kiss, gasping for air, needing grounding, as his fangs dropped.
He snagged my nape and jerked my head to the side, angling me so he had unfettered access to my throat.
And then he scraped his fangs over my skin. Not breaking it, but definitely leaving a mark. That became many marks as he alternated between scraping and sucking, sending sparks of pain through me that collided in one hell of a pleasure haze.
A wolf howl tore from his throat, then he wrenched from my neck and jerked violently, just a moment before I felt his hot cum spurting all over the both of us.
Mmm.
I lifted up slightly, gathering his cum on my fingers.
With my free hand, I fisted his hair and made him watch as I licked him up, slurping and sucking my fingers clean, making a show of it, and getting off on his wide-eyed reaction, the way his depleted cock sprung back to life moment by moment.
Wolf and vampire? Yeah, he could go several more rounds with only seconds of recovery time in between.
I wondered if he’d ever been put to the test like that.
Hmm… an experiment for another time. Definitely.
When I finished eating him up, I grasped his ass with both hands, angled him, then fucked against his cock, enjoying his whimpers from the oversensitivity, him shaking for me, but not stopping me, not wanting it to end.
I’d held out long enough, though.
I couldn’t wait another moment to explode all fucking over him.
“Mmm… fuck… I’m right there.” My hot gaze flicked to his ruggedly handsome face. “Ready to feel me coating your cock?”
His wolf eyes flamed and he grabbed at my shoulder, his hand shaking, clinging to me.
I couldn’t hold it then.
Pleasure raged through me, and then I came with a curse, shooting all over his cock, making sure to cover his crown, too.
He sucked in a harsh breath and stared down at the mess, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip in what seemed to be an involuntary reaction.
I swiped some cum that was oozing down his balls, then smeared it over that delicious lip. “That’s all you get. The rest you’re wearing.” I watched his tongue tentatively dart out. “That’s right, swallow it down, Lazriel.”
He held my gaze, those beautiful golden eyes of his wolf side still blazing at me, as he licked it all up and I watched his throat work as he took it down.
I ran my finger over the tops of his fangs, careful not to nick myself because he couldn’t ingest my blood. I stroked them and the contortion of his face when he was vamped out, smiling to myself as he moaned softly at the touch. “Beautiful,” I uttered. “All of you. So fucking special.”
A smile graced his lips, a little unsure, but wanting to break through in spite of that.
And then I pulled up his pants and patted his cock, a thrill rolling through me knowing my cum was covering him so wonderfully beneath.
He jolted, still highly sensitized, and he wearily raised a hand and flipped me off.
I chuckled, then went to push off him.
But he snagged my arm.
I arched an eyebrow.
“Where are you going?” he asked, the strain of him asking the question clear.
I’d figured he’d want me off him in the aftermath, need some time to process, some space. Perhaps even some sleep immediately to quiet his mind until he could actually begin said processing.
I smiled and held out my hand to him. “Come to bed. Rest.”
He took my hand, and gave it a noticeable squeeze, getting up in a clear dazed state.
And I kept hold of him as I led us into my bedroom and shut the door behind us.