Chapter 26 Lazriel #3
“A desperate yearning to be fulfilled in a way you have so long denied yourself. Along with the desire to have that hunger reciprocated.”
His words were delivered as facts. Clinical and straight to the point.
But his eyes flickered unsteadily as he looked at me, and he even shifted his weight.
He went to put his shirt on, but my hand shot out on instinct, snagging his wrist.
He was warm to the touch and I could feel his pulse pounding.
His gaze shot to mine, uneasiness warring with intrigue.
“And you did reciprocate, didn’t you?”
“Release me.”
“We both know you don’t need me to do that.” He was stronger as an Immortal, he could simply pull himself free from my grip.
He stared at me for several tense moments, his gaze flicking from my face to my hand on him.
And then he swallowed hard and told me, his voice rough and strained, “It was pleasurable to me.”
My lips quirked. “I know.”
“It’s not a pleasure I’m familiar with. In truth, I am not familiar with much pleasure at all.”
“Aside from finally kissing Velra after all this time.”
There was a brief twinkle in his eye as he gave a nod.
And then his brow knit. “But this… the rough feed… your fangs buried in my throat… your tongue slicking my skin, stroking and tasting at the same time… your unbridled hunger detonating all over me… it was another form of pleasure entirely.”
Well… shit.
We stared at one another then as his heavy words rolled over us both.
And then I broke from him and strode to the desk.
“What are you doing?” he asked, spinning.
I snatched up the bat and leaned against the desk as I held it, eyeing the jagged barrel and end cap covered in his blood that I couldn’t scent. It was still wet, not yet dried and just staining it. Some had even smeared the desk top when he’d put it down there.
I reached out with my free hand and pressed two fingers to it, gathering some of the sweet stickiness.
“Lazriel,” Cassius croaked.
He stepped forward like he was going to stop me.
But one step was all he managed before he pulled up short.
And then he watched.
Warily, enchantedly… a whole mixture clearly fucking with his head.
Welcome to my world, Immortal hunk.
I steadied myself and called the wolf to the forefront.
He jolted as he must have seen my eyes glowing gold with the sign of a shift—what it would be in pure wolves. But for me, it could also mean that I was having my wolf side take the dominant position within.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked me. “Bringing the wolf forth?”
“The general consensus is that wolves are wild, untamed things, always struggling just to hold onto their control. But when it comes to me, calling the wolf forth dominates the vampire and can help to prevent it from getting out of control, especially where bloodlust is concerned.”
While he was left to absorb that, I brought my fingers to my lips, then licked at the blood. His blood. His incredibly alluring, mind-spinning Immortal blood.
The moment I tasted it on my tongue, the vampire raged, my fangs dropping, features contorting, and a hiss escaped me.
I tightened my hold around the bat, using it to ground myself, to pull the wolf to the forefront again as the vampire attempted to usurp it, to send my bloodlust into overdrive.
To make me lose every fucking ounce of control again.
To make me a rabid animal.
I caught Cassius’ eye and his gaze was burning into mine, totally enraptured by the sight of me vamped out and lapping his blood off my fingers.
He raised an eyebrow curiously, seeing the fight all over me as I ingested a little more, the glow of the wolf through my eyes flickering in and out.
I growled low in my throat, pushing harder, and then I felt it snap into place, digging its claws in and keeping the raging vampire in check.
Calming it.
Balancing it out.
Taking the struggle away so I could lean into it—fucking enjoy it.
After all this time, all my fear about feeding from the vein and what it might do to me… now here I was able to ingest Immortal fucking blood without losing my shit. Something most vampires couldn’t control for the life of them.
Cassius smiled. “All these years denying a fundamental aspect of your vampiric nature and here you are now it’s on your own terms, able to withstand the dangerous loss of control that most succumb to instantly the moment Celestial blood hits the air.”
“More than just withstand it,” I said, smirking at him, as I slicked my tongue all over the bat, lapping up every drop as my eyes locked with his.
“Relish it.” I tossed the bat across the room and vamp sped right in front of him.
“Your blood. And your reaction to this now and the feed the other day.”
His hands shot out and he grasped my throat in a brutal grip.
And then he swept us up in a cloud of teleportation.
We rematerialized inside his apartment—the place I’d barged into and confronted him at not long ago, my emotions barely checked.
Now they were barely checked for a whole other reason.
Before I could get my bearings, he slammed me up against the wall, squeezing my throat hard enough to make me gag.
I grinned as his eyes lit up.
The shocks kept on coming as he leaned in and breathed me in, his lips brushing my cheek.
His free hand fondled my hair, then he slowly trailed it down over my collarbone, my pecs, my torso, covering the expanse of my shirt beneath my hoodie, all the while trapping me against the wall with his Immortal strength.
Need clawed at me and had me undulating against the wall, leaning into him setting dozens of nerve endings alight with his explorative, yet unsure touch.
He stilled, his eyes widening as he took in my hard cock pushing noticeably against the confines of my jeans.
“Is this the blood? Or is my touch… enjoyable?” His gaze flicked to his hand wrapped around my throat. “Or is it the dominant hold? You like to be checked and guided during sexual interactions, wild one?”
“All of the above,” I told him, smirking. “Wild one?”
“It is fitting for you, is it not?”
I laughed, but it got caught in my throat when he suddenly released me and drew a deep gash across his left wrist with his magic.
Opening his vein.
For me.
Because of me.
“Shit,” I choked as the scent of his blood hit the air, infusing me like a whirlwind of intensity now we were away from that spell.
He guided it to my mouth and gave a nod, that enraptured look on his face again.
I grasped his wrist, our fingers touching and eliciting a gasp from him.
And then I licked the rivulets of blood already starting to drip over his skin.
“Hades…” he rasped, staring at my tongue lapping at his blood.
A snarl broke free from me and I dropped my fangs, then sank them into his flesh.
He grabbed my bicep with a shaking hand, his eyes rolling back in his head, a deep groan sounding from him and rolling the fuck through me.
Sweetest, most delicious, and most intoxicating blood ever.
It got all the more intoxicating in a different way—the same way he’d given to me that first time, just way more subtly—as he suddenly ground back against me.
I looked up at him as I continued to feed slow and easy from his wrist, and my gut twisted.
Confusion, frustration, and a deep ache emanated from him.
He was experiencing things he wasn’t used to. And not only the feed.
It was clear in that moment that he really didn’t know what to do with himself.
He needed help. Direction.
I eased my fangs from his wrist, licking my lips. Shit, it was something else.
But it still wasn’t enough. Not until I had him right there with me. I needed that hunger reciprocated, just like he’d pointed out.
And I guess, also seeing him so unsure harkened back to my first interactions with Sylas when I was in a similar situation. And I wouldn’t have done well with it if it hadn’t been for his incredible, patient, and careful guidance.
“Do what feels good to you,” I told him. “And I can tell you’re holding back, so know that not only does it take a lot to hurt me, but I can do with a little hurt too.”
“How can you know that I—”
“You’re like a powder keg of depraved desires and dark passion. It’s all over you. I noticed it a little that first feed, but now it’s screaming at me.” I smirked. “Twisted angel.”
He growled.
I growled right back.
His lips quirked.
And then he grabbed my biceps painfully and tossed me across the room.
I landed on the couch, and as I went to right myself, he was there in my space.
With a spark of his magic, he stripped my hoodie and tee off.
He climbed onto me, thrust his gouged wrist at me that was dripping all down his forearm. “More,” he half commanded, half pleaded.
Another flick of his magic and he had my jeans open.
Just as I sank my fangs back into his flesh, a sexy groan rumbling from him, he opened his own pants, then settled on me, straddling me.
I reacted on instinct, pulling my cock out, then he had me jolting as I felt his hard length bare against mine.
I went to look down, because he felt fucking huge, but he forced my chin up, then nipped and licked at it, making me throw my head back against the couch.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me as he ground his cock against mine.
Kind of awkwardly, as he struggled to find a rhythm, or the right way to angle himself.
He grunted and I reached out and closed my hand around us both, then roughly jerked him with me.
Those grunts turned to curses of bliss and long, drawn out moans of surrender.
He slapped his hand down on the couch beside my head, digging his fingers in as he rolled his hips and fucked into my hand, finding his way and chasing his pleasure, while escalating mine really fucking quickly.
With his other, he cupped my head and steadied me so I could draw deeper and sink into the feed.
“Harder,” he breathed.
I did as he asked and he shuddered all over. Mmm.
“Yes… wild one… hurt… hurt me.”
I squeezed our cocks harder, my jerking off becoming brutal as fuck.
And it just spurred him on. He slammed against me, his hand holding my head becoming awesomely painful and forcing me to keep ingesting and swallowing his euphoric blood over and over.
Hearing the sounds of him shattering as he climbed higher and higher, him being ruined by this fucked-up, depraved experience with me, took me over the edge much sooner than I was used to.
And then I was ripping my fangs from his wrist and coming all over his cock and my fingers.
“Hades… ungh… that sensation…” he choked, a moment before he snagged my pendant with a trembling fist, then raked his nails down my bare chest and drew deep fucking wounds in the process that had me bucking beneath him, just before he shot his hot cum all over me.
“Ah… shit!” I cried, the whole thing sending me over the edge again, until I was shooting over his abs.
He shuddered, then shocked the shit out of me as he laved his tongue all over the wounds he’d drawn across my chest.
I bucked beneath him, trembling from the overwhelming sensation when I was so highly-stimulated already.
When he pulled back, there was a dark look in his eyes as he licked the remnants off his lips.
I tensed.
His wings unfurled all of a sudden—not what I’d been expecting.
“Do not worry, Lazriel, you will not feel a high, as you call it. I protected you.”
“You… how?”
“Just a small spell.”
“Why?”
“I did not want your mind twisted and not within your full control, your mental faculties compromised. Or the experience tarnished.”
Before I could even begin to process him doing that for me, he wrapped his stunning white wings with streaks of gold around me and held me to him, cradling my head against his chest, stroking my hair.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“Right back at you.”
It was… weird. In an unexpected way… getting this affection from him.
No, not just that… vulnerability. From him, of all people.
I didn’t know what to do with it.
As if the rest hadn’t been enough of a mind-fuck as it was.
So, I just forced myself to relax and be in the moment.
And I sank into it.
Into what he was offering us both.