Isidoro
I don’t think I can fight this anymore. Not after witnessing how Julian sees me. This ‘war’ between us, I can’t win it. I don’t want to, not when the prize doesn’t measure up to the infuriating man I’ve got pinned down right here and now.
Julian is fighting the want, this bone-deep need, just like I am.
It’s so exhilarating to watch him, the desperation pouring off him as his body begs for my touch even if his mind still refuses it.
That first taste at the ceremony… I knew it would be my downfall.
No, even before that. The night of his escape, when I had him under me just like I do now.
I knew it way back then, that he would flip my world upside down, and yet I let it happen all the same.
I slide my hand down and around his neck tightly and hold him in place as I slowly descend my lips upon him. I can’t resist the urge anymore, it’s impossible.
Julian makes a hissy noise, but when I press hard on his throat, he opens for me.
Despite his initial protest, his mouth welcomes me, hot and wet and greedy.
His tongue finds mine, both demanding and needy, and the last ounce of resistance left in me dies.
I deepen our kiss as he tilts his head for a more comfortable angle, ravenous for this rebellious man, licking every corner, claiming every inch.
This kiss feels different. More intentional, less impulsive and adrenaline-fueled.
Julian moans and trembles under me, his chest rising and falling too fast as he gives himself over to the pleasant sensation.
His claws dig into my hips, holding on as if he’d drown otherwise.
I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but I’m not about to complain either, the added sting heightening the desire inside me.
I haven’t been this aroused in a very long time. I didn’t plan to be either, not with him and not until things settled down. But I had no idea what I was getting into when I kidnapped him, did I? Not just because he tricked me into marrying him.
This should scare me, it does, but it also excites me. It makes every sense of mine perk up in anticipation whenever I’m near him. He speaks to some deep part of me I haven’t ever examined, and I’m not entirely sure what to do with that other than give in and see where it takes me.
Julian hisses again as if he can feel my resolve. His incisors graze mine, but he doesn’t break the kiss. I don’t think he can. He’s a prisoner of it as much as I am, I can sense his blinding desire as if it were half mine.
Our relationship, this marriage, it’s all transactional pretense.
He gets to live, and I get to paint myself as benevolent, as the vampire who took down the false king and reclaimed his rightful crown.
As someone powerful enough to handle the son of my enemy.
Uniting our two clans will grant me an edge, and that kind of advantage can discourage the rest of the clans from opposing me.
That’s all it was supposed to be.
“Isidoro…” Julian moans, his voice strained and scratchy.
I pause, intrigued, and lift my head, staring at him. Is he begging me to stop or to continue?
His irises are but a thin bright rim of dark red, almost fully consumed by his pupils. His inhales and exhales are uneven, coming in at varying intervals. His body is hot under mine, tense like a spring coiled too tight.
I chuckle. What have I gotten myself into?
The heartbeat in which I space out is his opening. With a growl coming from deep within, he breaks my hold and rolls us over so he’s the one pinning me down now. His hand comes around my neck, firm and merciless, and his teeth sink into the juncture between it and my shoulder.
A titillating mix of pain and pleasure explodes inside me. Ah. I see what he’s doing. This vicious devil wants to mark me, to undermine my authority by claiming me as his.
He’s way over his head.
Wedging my index and middle fingers in the area right under his jaw, I push him off me before he can leave any lasting marks. He frowns and makes a protesting sound, blood dripping from his wet lips.
“Fuck you, Isi—”
I cut him off, rolling us over once more, so I am yet again on top of him.
I pin his hands above his head with one of mine, using the other to rip open his black shirt.
That confuses him at first, and he tries to fight me off, but as soon as I’ve exposed his sun-tanned skin and have one of his perky nipples in my mouth, he’s hissing and shaking for an entirely different reason.
His skin tastes as sweet as his mouth, with a slightly bitter undertone that reminds me of deadly poison.
Muscles ripple his torso, defined in a tasteful way, like he’s spent the exact amount of time working on them so they complement his build and body type and not overpower them.
By pure strength alone, in a year or two, I’ll be left in the dust. I won’t be a match to him, were the rules of this game fair.
But we are married now, and I have the ruby’s protection, so even if he’s stronger than me, it won’t matter anymore.
Julian groans when I pull on one nub with my teeth, his eyes fluttering closed. He struggles to find an opening as I repeat the same to the other one and lick my way down his pecs, then abs and navel. As I get rid of the leftovers of his shirt, a thin sheen of sweat covers his exposed body.
Pressing down on his wrists, I drag my fingers up his torso until they’ve curled around his throat. I straighten my back and square my shoulders, gazing down at him.
He’s gorgeous, divine. He holds my eyes, unwavering in his bliss-tainted glare even as he gasps greedily for air when I let off the pressure around his neck.
Heat shoots through me, gathering low. Even in the middle of the day, he looks like an offering, like something sacred about to be sacrificed to me.
The hairs on his body stand up as I rub his Adam’s apple. He swallows, but doesn’t look away.
“With that aggravating attitude of yours, I expected something less…” I hum, tracing a line down the middle of his neck, then his chest and abs, which causes him to let out a soft moan. “Refined.”
“It’s genetics,” he grins, licking his lips. “Or maybe you lost your mind that first time you kissed me.”
“Perhaps…”
I squeeze his neck and plunge my other hand inside his pants. His hard dick jerks to attention immediately, the tip already swollen and leaking. He’s big and thick, and when I start gliding up and down his shaft, he gets even bigger.
“It seems I might not be the only one who lost his mind…”
His eyes roll back when I tighten my hold around the base of his cock, and he lets out a skin-tingling moan that spears right through my chest. “Fuck, Isi…”
Pleasure stabs me as my name leaves those lips, deliriously hot. “You belong to me, Julian. You are mine. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I… don’t belong to… anyone,” he grunts, eyes glassed-over as he fights his own body.
He’s wrong. So so wrong. And I will prove it to him.
I lean down close and sniff him. His sweet but somehow forbidden scent goes to my head in a heartbeat, making my world spin as the urge to bite him rises above all others. Mine, mine, mine. I can’t back off now, I can’t resist him.
“What are you—”
The question dies in his throat as I sink my teeth into the side of his neck, replaced by an obscene, air-splitting moan. His body convulses, tensing as I coerce his blood to flow toward my mouth.
“You can’t—” He gasps, his eyes glowing with red-tinted need. “Fuck. Isi… Fuuuck.”
There are multiple ways to bite someone. One is to drink blood, a purely transactional thing that mostly numbs your victim so you can feed. Another type is for pleasure, where no blood is involved past the initial puncture. The third, most-potent one, combines both.
The second his taste hits my tongue, I know I’ll never be able to recover from this.
It’s the most delicious, divine blood on the whole earth, coppery, hot, sweet and bitter all in one.
It’s potent, it’s addictive and it’s dangerous in equal measure.
It’s immediately too late to counteract it, to do anything else but ride out the high it imposes on me.
It unleashes a tsunami of need, liquid-hot and growing with every heartbeat that reverberates from him to me.
“Fuuck. More,” he mumbles, high on the pleasure, hissing, groaning and trashing under me. “Good, so—Please.”
His plea is like a command that overrides what sanity I have left.
I let my teeth sink deeper, surrendering to my blood-tainted nature.
Julian arches off the grass, pushing into me as if trying to get my incisors even further into his flesh.
My hand that’s jerking his cock rips his pants off him, underwear and all, and gathers the pre-cum from the slit.
Julian purrs under me, unable to stay still. In another fluid movement, I rid myself of my own clothes. The crispy air under the shade crashes into my heated skin. Julian’s eyes feast on me, starving to touch any part he can get to as his arms fight me for freedom.
“You are mine, Julian. Say it.”
“Let me touch you, please…”
I don’t let go of his arms. I keep them pinned to the ground even as he begs me. I’m the one in control. I own him. He’s mine. Since he refuses to get that into his head, I’ll just have to teach him this way.
“Say it.”
Using my slicked fingers, I rub his pre-cum into my hole. It’s been a while, so I should probably take some time to prepare myself, but I don’t have the patience for it. I’m far too gone, far too aroused to care for such semantics.
Leaning forward, I capture his protesting mouth as I line up his cock. The fat head presses against me, wet and desperate. His eyes roll back, and he surrenders his mouth to me. Our tongues tangle together, desperately locked in a dance neither of us controls.
I push against his dick, the lingering taste of his blood mixing into our kiss.
“Please… Fuck. Isi—” He moans as I straighten my back up, delirious and high. “So fucking tight. So good—”
“Say it,” I demand, sinking further down so the head of his dick fully enters me. “You are mine. I own you.”
It’s bulbous and big and so hot, stretching me so hard I feel the sting in my bones.
Despite the twinge of pain, or maybe because of it, it’s also impossibly addictive, and before I realize what I am doing, I am already sliding down on his rigid cock, chasing after more of that burn and stretch and sanity-stealing fullness.
“Fuuuuck,” Julian cries out, shivering and rocking up from the ground.
Our combined effort has him tagging my prostate, and I see stars as a nerve-rattling wave of pleasure shakes me to my core.
In that moment of indescribable thrill, he sets himself free.
His hands slip away from my hold too quickly for me to react in time.
One clasps the back of my neck and pulls me down, locking us in a kiss that he’s in charge of.
He pillages my mouth like he’d die if he doesn’t, licking into every nook, mapping every corner.
The other hand gropes my thigh, claws digging deep so he can hold me in this position.
Then he starts pumping with abandon, giving fully into the animal-like desire that’s possessed us both.
“Show it then. That you own me. Show it like you fucking mean it, Isidoro,” he says through gritted teeth, the challenge clear in his voice and shining eyes.
I hiss in response, shake his control off my neck and guide his hand to my cock.
Then I straighten and place my hands on his thighs, conscious of his wound.
Arching back, I first match the desperation of his thrusts, then take control of the pace fully, bouncing on top of him just how I like it.
Fast and deep and then even faster. His cock finds my spot every damn time, making my vision blur in the corners.
His hand works my cock tirelessly, jacking me off and fingering the slit until I feel like I can’t take it anymore.
“You are mine,” I snarl, pressing my index finger, claw extended and all, inside his mouth.
He sucks on it, worships it like it’s some godly appendage. “Shit, why are you so fucking hot? I hate you.”
I lean forward, shifting the angle. It causes that stretch and burn to return. This feels so fucking good. His size, his movements, the way our bodies slot together as if they were made for each other. Why did I wait so long to get a taste of him?
“Come for me,” I order.
“What?” Julian mumbles around my finger, still licking and sucking it.
“Come for me, Julian,” I repeat with more authority now, clenching my ass.
“Oh fuck,” he bites down, but stops himself before he’s reached the bone.
“You belong to me, so you will do as commanded and come when I tell you to.” I clench harder and change my glides to slow and deliberate ones that somehow guide him even deeper inside me.
“I’m not your boytoy, Isi—”
I bite his neck without warning, the same spot as earlier. He cuts himself off and shudders with his whole body, spilling inside me. I feel every spurt, every slosh, and as he curses and starts fucking into me once more, my own climax hits me.
I push off his chest and drop my head back, giving myself over to my body.
It enjoys the ride, taking everything he’s giving me.
My orgasm is violent and as intense as his, painting his chest with streaks of white.
I gather some of the liquid with my fingers and take it to his mouth.
He licks my digits hungrily, then swallows and pokes his tongue out.
It’s such an obscene expression, ticking something primal inside me.
I descend upon his mouth and intertwine us together for yet another dirty kiss that tastes like heaven.
My body sings, satiated and hot once the tremors have passed, some minutes later. Keeping him still inside me, I lean in and lick the shell of his ear. “I want to wear it.”
He stills, his cock attempting to stiffen inside me. “It’s fine. You don’t have—”
“You made it for me, Julian, did you not? Therefore, I should be the only one allowed to wear it.”
A hand finds my neck, twisting my head until I’m facing him. Eyes ablaze, he kisses me greedily, not letting off until I’m a panting mess and his dick is half-hard inside me.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he says, saliva dripping between us as he pulls away. “You’re my enemy. You’re an asshole. You tortured me. I shouldn’t… This—”
I press a finger to his lips, shushing him. Then I almost strangle him in the way that turns him on and seems to destroy all his inhibitions. He reacts immediately, snapping his hips up as he fucks into me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my body already craving him again. “Don’t resist this. Surrender to me.”
“Isi…”
We kiss as he fucks me again, bringing us both to orgasms within minutes. I feel boneless as I melt against him on the grass, his hands tracing gentle patterns across my back, and I relax fully in the presence of another vampire for the first time in centuries.