Chapter 6 Asher
I CAN’T SAY I’m surprised when Cord practically throws me out of his apartment. I’d done what I’d gone there for, which was reestablishing our connection. I’m still bothered by the fact that he feels I hurt him. I truly never meant to. How could I? I love the man more than life itself.
Knowing I’d be useless at work the rest of the day, I call Elaine and have her clear my schedule for the afternoon and head home.
When I get there, I strip down and pull on a pair of shorts and hit my home gym for a strenuous workout.
It’s the best stress reliever I know, other than sex.
But since the only person I want to have sex with is across town sulking right now, this will have to do.
Despite my best efforts with the weights, I can’t push the sight of Cord coming apart in my hands out of my mind.
Yes, he resisted, but that didn’t stop him from responding to my touch.
It’s always been a rush for me to bring that man to his knees because, size-wise, he’s the bigger man.
The stronger man. The man who always fought my demons for me.
But in the bedroom, he’s the exact opposite. It’s me who takes care of him.
And I love it.
I do another set of pushups, imagining Cord’s hard body trapped beneath mine, before heading for the shower. On the way I grab my phone and call my blood broker.
“Good evening, Lazlo.”
“Mr. Winston. What can I do for you tonight?”
“Send someone over.”
“Male or female?” he asks.
“What do you think?” Like he doesn’t know.
“Male it is. He’ll be there within the hour.”
I can still taste the blood I got from Cord, but it only serves to sharpen my appetite. Blood from other vampires doesn’t nourish us, though it does supply the best high we can get.
By the time I emerge from the shower, the concierge is calling me about a visitor.
I tell him to send the man up and wrap a towel around my waist to await him.
When the elevator dings, I’m surprised to see a face I recognize.
I’ve used him enough to call him a regular, though after the last time, I didn’t think he’d want to return.
I’d gotten a little carried away, having just concluded a messy deal with a businessman who came as close to being a murder victim as anyone I’d ever dealt with in all my years.
“Armand,” I greet, motioning for him to follow me to the bedroom.
“How are you today, Asher?” he asks. I notice he doesn’t meet my eyes.
“Better, now. I’m sorry about the way our last session ended.”
He shrugs. “It happens. To be honest, you’re still one of my favorites.”
He starts to strip and I pull off the towel and lean back on my elbows on the bed to watch him.
I don’t always indulge in sex with feeding, but there are a few exceptions.
Armand is one of them. He’s young and virile and just so…
delicious. His skin tastes like honey and his blood is rich and sweet.
Plus he has a mouth born for cock. We’re not supposed to play favorites when ordering in, but I’m always happy when they send him over.
Now nude, Armand steps closer to me, stopping at the edge of the bed between my legs.
He watches me, eyes hooded, cock straining toward me, awaiting my instructions.
I reach out and run my hands over his hips, his pale skin pebbling under my touch.
His breath hitches when I cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand.
“Do you like this?”
“Y-yes.”
I wrap my hand around his base and stroke him, slowly at first until I hear his heartbeat speed up.
He throws his head back, exposing himself to me, and while ordinarily that would be a dangerous move for someone in his position, he’s an experienced donor who knows what to expect.
Just as it is with me, every move is calculated for maximum effect.
I imagine I’m not the only one who counts him as a favorite, and that thought sparks a momentary flare of jealousy in me.
I pull him closer, my tongue lashing out to taste his skin as my mouth finds his ear. “Do you want my cock in your ass?”
He nods, panting.
“I need your words.”
“Yes, Asher.”
I reach behind me for the lube on the bedside table and motion for him to get on the bed.
He complies, crawling on his hands and knees to the center of the bed and presenting his backside to me.
I squirt some of the lube in my hand and insert first one, then two fingers in his hole, prepping him.
With my other hand I spread the lube over my cock, stroking it while thinking about how I would rather have been doing this with someone else earlier.
I push the thought from my mind and edge closer to Armand, running the head of my cock over his crack.
He pushes against me and reaches back to spread his cheeks like he’s been trained. I inch inside him, pausing to savor the sensation of his ass swallowing my cock.
I need this, I tell myself, but my brain is more interested in arguing.
You could take the blood without the sex.
But that won’t satisfy me.
It’s not the act, but the person.
No one else will satisfy me.
Now that I’ve seen him again.
Now that I’ve tasted him again.
Nothing else will be enough.
Anything else is a poor substitute.
I push the thoughts away and concentrate on the one before me.
I grab his hips and shove my cock all the way in, growling at the grunt of surprise that escapes him. Not enough but certainly necessary, I tell myself as I begin pounding Armand relentlessly. I can feel my blood teeth extend, and I shake my head to clear it.
Not a good idea.
What I want–what I need–is to dig my teeth into warm flesh and taste the blood flowing over my tongue.
But that won’t be happening.
I reach around him to retrieve my scalpel from the bedside table.
One of the strict rules of the Clan is no teeth on donors.
A vampire bite is the kind of evidence that’s hard to cover up, which is why we’re only allowed to bite others of our own kind.
Granted, there are those who break the rules, but they’re usually hunted down by people like Cord and brought to justice.
And there he is again, invading my thoughts.
Stop it.
The cut is small and precise, just below his ear.
I latch onto it and begin to suck while I fuck his ass.
With the stimulation from earlier, I know it won’t take long to come.
Judging by his breathing, Armand is close to release himself.
I reach around and stroke his cock while I concentrate my thrusts against his prostate.
Within moments he’s unloading against my hand while I explode inside him.
Once the spasms subside, I lick the wound on his neck clean and pull out of him, grabbing the towel on the bed to clean him up.
I give him a few minutes to recover, watching him for any signs that I might have overindulged, but he seems fine.
He pushes up from the bed and begins to dress, his movements sluggish but coherent.
I watch him, smiling, knowing that my blood teeth are still extended and not caring. Armand knows what I am.
He looks up at me shyly and frowns.
“What?” I ask.
“I just wish, that is…do you think you could ever use your teeth on me?”
“You know the rules, Armand.”
He nods. “I know.”
Believe me, I wish I could, too.
I walk him to the elevator and watch as he disappears inside. Once I’m alone again my mind wanders to the one who inspired this latest surge of lust.
Cord.
My life was fine before I saw him last night. Empty, but as close to satisfying as I could hope for in this life.
Now he’s crawled back under my skin and I can’t shake him.
I can’t help wondering where he is and what he’s doing tonight. Is he with someone else? As if I have the right to ask that, after how I just spent the last hour.
Still, sex and love are two different things.
At least they are for most of our kind. We need blood to survive, and getting it often involves the kind of physical contact that leads to sex.
I’m sure, just like me, Cord has had other lovers in the years we’ve been apart. Were any of them serious? Does he have someone now?
These are questions I’d like to ask him. I know he’s feeling hurt about me, but doesn’t our history warrant a second chance? We were each other’s firsts. And despite the nameless, faceless others who have come since, he’s still the only one I truly care about.
Which means I worry about him. I can tell he’s not feeding regularly, but then, he never did unless I forced him to. For someone who claimed to want this life, he has to be one of the worst vampires I’ve ever known.
I consider various scenarios for convincing Cord to invite me in again.
I don’t believe he’ll agree to come here.
He can be so bull-headed when he makes up his mind, but I know I have to try.
Maybe now that my immediate needs have been fulfilled, I can concentrate the rest of my evening on ways to win back my former lover.