Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
PARIS
Here we go with the line-crossing once again.
He closed the tiny gap between us, cupping my bulge.
“Fuck…” I wheezed, dropping my cig. “Shit!” I immediately stamped on it, making sure my face was the only thing on fire.
Gently, the vampire king squeezed where I ached, never breaking eye contact. He didn’t blink, trapping me in his sexy scrutiny, his expression a strange mix of delectable and eerie. Predatory, feral, on the cusp of a scorching thrown down.
I trembled, putting myself at his mercy, pushing into his hand with a thrust of my hips.
His lips twitched as his fangs appeared. Feral lust swam in his eyes, and he popped the top button of my jeans.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
I nodded, every nerve sparking with painful horniness. Sweat beaded my brow, more of it pooling at the base of my spine.
He slid the zipper down, peeling the denim prison open.
“Fuck…” I rasped.
Eyes still on mine, he curled his fingers into the band of my underwear. His knuckles brushed against the top of my dick, my balls tightening in response.
“If you say stop, I will,” he said.
Like hell would I be stopping anything.
Using his other hand, he drew my jeans down with expert ease, all the way down to my knees without bending down.
Wow. What skill the vampire king had.
I just had the boxers left covering me now, the black cotton barrier about to relinquish my hardness to him.
By Aidan, this—
That name. That fucking name. It was poison on my tongue, a force of habit I’d have to break immediately.
My hands balled into fists, images of the tower crashing through my mind. The rotting body of Aidan breaking free of those chains because of me. My world turned upside down, my heart smashed into a million pieces.
“Paris?”
Damn that place. That horrible stormy place of revelations and heartbreak and pain. My chest tightened, anguish an anchor inside me, attached to a speeding boat, tearing up the ocean floor.
“I can’t…” I whispered, words crystalizing in my mouth.
I thought about the stink of decay and the horrific truth the entire world needed to learn.
How? With one mega spell to obliterate the veil of lies? Was that even possible to pull off on a global scale?
I felt Silvanus pause, my boxers past my hip bones now. “Shall I stop?”
His words cut through the noise in my head.
Him. Silvanus Clarence. The man I’d become so caught up with, our paths entwined and complex. The vampire getting me all hot and bothered, making me think and feel differently. Churning my guts up, intriguing me, fucking with my mind.
Damn.
I might not be a thrall, but I still craved him. Maybe not his blood anymore, but definitely the rest of him.
A different kind of bloodthirst, one exclusively for His Majesty’s touch.
“You saved me,” I whispered.
He tilted his head to the side. “Pardon?”
Wow, his lashes were thick and dark, framing those unnerving peepers wonderfully.
Heat crept up my neck, filling my face. Whatever the confusion about me not dying or whatever, he’d actively worked to save me from Aidan. I had no idea why, only that it upped his hotness tenfold.
I’m coming undone for this guy…
I pushed my boxers the rest of the way down, taking his hand and returning it to where it belonged.
“Please,” I breathed. “Please.”
“Paris…” He held me hesitantly.
Lunging forward, I crushed my mouth to his. He moaned, beginning to stroke me in response, his lips wrestling with mine, his tongue probing and writhing.
Fuck…
The sharp point of his fangs nicked my bottom lip, drawing blood. And I didn’t care. Let him taste me. Let him have all of me. To hell with any reservations, to hell with everything that wasn’t his hands on my skin.
Lips smacking, my pulse on fire, he worked me harder, as skillfully as he’d removed my jeans. The friction delicious, the rhythm perfect.
I quivered, my toes curling as I held onto his shoulders, panting into him, trying not to break the kiss as pleasure pulsated through my body.
He moaned again, increasing the intensity of his strokes, carrying me toward the edge, my lips sliding off his, resting against the side of his mouth.
“Paris,” he whispered, licking at the blood trickling down my chin. “Oh, Paris.”
Ecstasy waited around the corner, the force of his strokes shoving me closer, closer, closer. I threw my head back, fingers digging into leather, the pesky jacket in need of being torn off and tossed to the side.
No time. I was almost there, about to launch into the happy stars. Hell yeah. I’d lost myself to the rush, eyes on the white ceiling, so fucking ready for the climax.
His mouth went to my neck, fangs scraping my skin.
“Do it,” I begged. “Bite me.”
“I—”
I grabbed him by the back of the head, encouraging him, pressing him into me.
“Bite me. Taste me. Oh, fuck. I’m coming!”
As the orgasm tore out of me in hot, frantic jets, his fangs sunk into my skin. An explosion of glittering stars exploded in my vision.
“Fuck!” I yelped. “Fuck!”
It was an exquisite bite, a pleasurable sting.
My limbs went limp, body nothing more than happy, gasping jelly.
He caught me, holding me upright, drinking, still stroking my dick.
The poor thing couldn’t take anymore, in that painful post-ejaculation stage.
But I let him carry on, becoming his fuck toy, giving into every sensation.
Finally, he lifted his head, my blood dripping from his lips, his face inches from mine.
I watched him lick away those crimson smears, his stroking paused, my dick rock hard again…still?
So hot…
Give me more…
He looked down between us, smirking at the sticky mess I’d made. He took his hand off my shaft, holding me up with his other arm, and brought those cum-slick fingers to his mouth, slowly sucking me off every digit.
“Oh…” I managed.
A deep moan rumbled in his throat. “You taste divine.”
“Do…do I?”
“Mmmm,” he responded, licking between his fingers, savoring every drop.
Too much. Too much. Too much.
“Delicious,” he purred. “How do you feel?”
“Ready to be fucked,” I stated boldly.
Why not? When in the vampire king’s secret hideaway house, I guess.
Regret started nibbling away at me, reason returning to shit on the vibes.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get to any banging because a violent vision tore me away from reality.
Ah, bollocks!