Chapter 38
FELORé
My heart careened in my chest, stammering through beats as I blinked down at him, my eyes huge.
I hadn’t imagined it, had I? No, he’d twitched. He’d twitched. He was alive.
“Fuck,” I whispered, as I fumbled to my knees and stroked my cock furiously. “Hold on, baby. Hold on.”
The precum beading on the tip of my cock wasn’t much. It was just a drop, but I gathered it with care, cradling it in my fingers like it was a precious nectar. Then I pushed my fingers inside his mouth.
He gasped, his chest filling with life-giving air, which transformed into a horrendous, wheezing mess of a cough.
My mind was spinning, but I kept stroking and stroking my cock, gathering just enough liquid for my fingertips to glisten as I plunged them past his lips and onto his long tongue.
That time, he sucked.
He was alive enough to suck.
I charged forward, wedging my knees on either side of his head. Then I shoved the tip of my hard cock inside his perfect mouth, and bless the gods, he began to suck that, too.
“Yes, Prince,” I whispered, cradling the back of his head in my palm, lifting it enough to push my cock further inside his mouth. “Yes, you’re doing so good. Come on. Drink. Drink.”
But he wasn’t. Not really. Not enough to bring him back from the brink of death.
I pushed my cock in deeper. Deep enough to hit the back of his throat in a gentle nudge. His chest pulsed alive, and his body writhed, like he’d been struck by lightning.
My heartbeat hastened as I continued to thrust myself inside his mouth, hitting the back of his throat harder, because he responded to that. He rewarded me in these gorgeous writhes of his body each time, like each thrust was pumping the blood through his veins for him.
This was it. This I could do.
I sprang from the bed, stumbling like a mad man. Then I grabbed hold of his wrists.
He was so heavy, his body deadweight, but I grunted as I dragged him by his wrists in tugs until his head fell off the side of his bed.
I positioned his limp and lifeless jaw as best I could, shocked to find I was the perfect height for exactly this, such that when I nudged my hard cock past his parted lips and wedged myself inside his mouth, it fit like a glove.
His body squirmed to life when I started to roll my hips. I could feel the light growing inside him, feel the weak ember of essence stoking hotter and hotter with each gentle buck of my hips.
If I hadn’t already lost my mind, then I was doing it now because I laughed. I couldn’t even help it. He was returning to me. My prince was coming back.
“So good,” I whispered, one hand on his chest as I worked my cock in and out of his perfect mouth. “Drink me as hard as you can. That’s all you need to do.”
A weak moan slipped past his lips, the sound sultry, all muffled by my cock.
“Fuck yes, there you go,” I said, working my hips a little harder. “Take as much as you need. Just take.”
That was when his hands sprang to life, fumbling to grip my hips, and at first, I thought it would be to shove me off. But both his huge hands palmed my ass with a weak tug, like he was urging me deeper.
Oh, I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t glorious to thrust my cock a little further, a little faster inside his wet mouth. His fingernails dug into the flesh of my ass as he hallowed out his cheeks to suck. I grunted at the change in pressure. The intensity.
If he’d never sucked a cock before, it was not obvious. He seemed to enjoy it as much as me because his own cock was swelling thicker while twitches tremored his body.
I could feel myself dribbling precum down his throat like the vitalizing elixir it was. I could only imagine what it’d do if I came down his throat.
He might not have been entirely lucid, but one of his knees bent as the muscles of his stomach constricted in a mouthwatering visual that made me want to really fuck his mouth.
But that was what he wanted, because he clawed at my ass, still weak, but it was unmistakable how he was pulling me into him, beckoning me deeper. And rougher.
“You want me to come, Prince?” I asked, slowing my rhythm, just to see if it changed anything. “You want me to spill my seed down your virgin throat?”
He gripped my hips, his hands tense and desperate as his cock bounced, hardening even more.
“Then you need to drink.”
A growl. A snarl. Whatever the sound was, it was demonic and dangerous, and gods if something about it did not try to tip me right over an edge.
I’d never mercilessly fucked a vultus’s mouth before. They were typically the ones doing the merciless fucking, but I thrust so hard that I bottomed out inside his virgin throat.
He gagged, and that, too, was a delicious sound coming from him. I held myself exactly where I was, sealing off his air because this fucking demon needed my cock more than he needed to breathe.
“Drink,” I ordered, twisting one of his nipples.
He gagged harder, his legs kicking, twisting around the sheets.
“Fucking drink, Alek.”
But he wasn’t. Not really. Not enough to save him from himself.
I finally ripped my cock from his mouth.
He coughed and coughed, rolling onto his side, drool stringing from his mouth as he tried to push himself up with shaking arms. Then he glared at me, the full fury of his heated gaze.
“Feloré,” he hissed, with teeth tightened and words labored. “What the f-fuck are you doing h-here—?”
“You know what I’m doing here,” I said, because I was just as furious. He didn’t get to die. Not when I could save him. “I won’t let you starve.”
“Won’t let me—?” His nostrils flared, his muscles shuddering as he tried to push himself up again. “Have you heard nothing I’ve said?”
“I’ve heard everything you’ve said. You don’t want to hurt me, Alek. Which is why I know you won’t.”
He blinked, eyes a pale wheat and massive. “What?”
“You won’t hurt me,” I said. “You will find a way to stop.”
“That’s not-no. I can’t believe—” He bit down on the end of that sentence, clutching his stomach as his muscles contracted again, gripping the sheets hard enough to whiten his knuckles. “That’s not possible!”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know, human. I fucking know. You need to go. If you stay, I will kill you.”
“It’s too late,” I said, meaning it. “I’ve already made up my mind.”
The way he was looking at me. Like he couldn’t believe I’d gone so mad.
I didn’t care. I steeled myself with a breath as I snatched the discarded chain from the floor and dragged it forward.
“Go,” he pleaded, shaking his head, but he was too weak to fight me, and he knew it. “Please.”
All he could do was watch with tender desperation as I knelt before him and secured the collar around my neck, whimpering when I clicked the lock shut.
The weight of it around my neck was almost comforting, like it reminded me of him.
I gathered the chain and pressed it into his palm. “We’re in it together.”
The anguish in his expression was nearly too much, too heartfelt as the red of his eyes battled the copper. “You don’t unders-stand. The monster. I c-can’t control the m-monster.”
“Then stop trying to control it.”
He was trembling, his breathing ragged as he drew me in by my chain, unable to fight his nature. Just like he couldn’t fight the scarlet red billowing through his irises, soaking up the copper like a sheet of paper in a puddle of blood.
As much as I’d gotten to know him, this was also him. He was my charming prince as much as he was a royal vultus, as much as he was a deadly sex demon, as much as he was the kindest soul imaginable.
And I’d made up my fucking mind.
“I’m not afraid of your monster, Alek,” I said, curling his fingers around the chain, handing him every last drop of control. “And I’m not afraid of you.”
I pressed my lips to his.