Chapter 13 #2
Snorting, I reached down, flipping him off his feet and back into the center of my bed. Some of the anguish I’d carried since that fateful night slipped away as he bounced, laughing hysterically.
Dropping down over the top of him, I caught myself on my elbows on either side of his body, bracketing him in. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”
“Generally, no.” He arched one eyebrow at me. “But you’re so damn stubborn that you left me no choice.” I lowered my head, and he raised a hand, resting the pads of three fingers against my lips. “So?”
“I’ll think about it.” He studied my face, so I kissed his fingers. “I promise.”
He gave a small eye roll, then pulled my mouth to his. I wasn’t sure this would ever happen again—not with him or anyone else—so I kinda, sorta—I’d deny it if anyone else accused me of it—attempted to tap into my heightened senses.
If vampiric nature would let me smell him, taste him, experience him, beyond anything I’d ever experienced with anyone else, then I’d be a fool to miss out on even a second of it.
More conscious of his obsession with my fangs now, I lapped at his mouth, teasingly pulling back each time I felt the flick of his tongue beyond my lips.
He huffed, wrapping his legs around my waist, trying to flip me underneath him. It was a given that he wouldn’t be able to do it unless I allowed it, but I did. Of course, I did. I never wanted him to look back on this night with even a hint of regret.
“Let me feel them,” he murmured.
“What if they cut you?” I asked. I’d bitten my own tongue and lip more than once since turning. It never left any permanent damage or scarring, probably because of my own capacity to heal now, but that wouldn’t be the case for Scotty. What if I ripped his tongue open?
“You won’t. We’ve kissed already without even a nick. You worry too much. Please.”
I wanted to say no, but I wanted to kiss him more, so I allowed it as he fused our mouths together, and tried to pretend that I didn’t feel the way his tongue traced the sharp curves of my elongated teeth.
It would’ve been much easier if flashes of pleasure hadn’t spiked through my whole body each time he flicked the sharp tip.
He was playing with danger, but so was I. For the first time, I felt the deep longing to sink my teeth into flesh. While finishing my tour, I’d felt the deep need for blood, but this was different. This was specific to Scotty.
I pushed him up, gasping his name, and he smiled at me with surprised wonder. “Your eyes…they’re like dark fathomless pits right now.”
This man…this brave, beautiful man. Instead of horror, instead of running from me in terror, he was…he was mesmerized by me. How was that possible?
“You make me feel…normal.”
He pouted. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I leaned up and stole a quick kiss. “Feeling normal helps.”
“Oh, Ego.” He pushed my hair back from my forehead. “You’ve never been like anyone else, and now”—he pressed a kiss to my lips—“you’re even more special.”
Then he ravaged my mouth, careful of the stupid fangs, but not like he was afraid, so I lost myself to the sensation. I let go of my fears and reservations, losing myself to everything but his sure touch.
Sitting up on his knees, he whipped his shirt off his head and threw it across the room. “Your nipples are pierced.”
With a smirk, he flicked at the barbells. “They are. You like?”
My mouth salivated, and I gulped. “That’s so hot.” Wanting to taste them, I sat up so quickly that I threw him off balance, and he fell back. Embarrassment warred with desire as I scrambled to my knees to help him. “I’m so sorry.”
I shouldn’t have worried because he was chuckling. “You’ve really gotta learn your own strength, man.” He moved to mirror my position and ran his hands up under my shirt. The velvety softness of his touch on my skin was like nothing I’d ever felt.
“Scotty.”
He hummed, slowly pushing my shirt up and then over my head. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He rested back on top of me, and the warmth of his skin against mine felt like summer days on the beach. I never thought I’d have this feeling again, and I clutched him to me, wanting to soak it up. Wanting him under my skin.
Scotty must have noticed the change in my need for him, and he stopped playing around by grinding down, pushing his cock against mine.
“I need skin. All of it,” I begged.
He hopped up, wriggling out of his pants, then tugging mine off from my feet and tossing them to the side. He didn’t have time to come back down before I was on him. More conscious of my strength now, I rose and flipped us so we were laying on our sides facing each other.
Scotty came in for a kiss, messier than before, less careful of my fangs, as he took us both in hand.
“Scotty,” I moaned. The heat of his grip burned me up from the inside.
“I know,” he mumbled against my lips. “I feel it, too.”
No, he didn’t. He couldn’t. The sensations radiating from where he held us together were unlike anything I’d ever experienced as a human.
My dick felt like a live wire, sending pulsing beats of want and need throughout me.
The rapid beat of his heart became the soundtrack of us together—better than any bow-chick-a-wow-wow in any porno I’d ever watched.
I wanted to ask him to slow the pull and slide of his wrist as he jacked us together so that I could take my time and enjoy it, but I couldn’t.
A part of me needed him to go faster. Precum drizzled from the head of my dick like a fountain, more copious than I’d ever seen it before, easing his way so perfectly that it took effort to bite back a growl.
“Fuck, Ego,” he panted. “This is…”
I pushed his hand aside, wanting to show him what I instinctively knew I could do. My hand moved so fast on us that all he could do was squeeze his arms around my neck and hold on. His breathy moans were like a choir coming in to provide back up to the melody he’d already set, and it blew my mind.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted. I couldn’t speak, I didn’t even pretend to breathe, letting myself get swept away by the hottest sex of my life.
My roar covered his as we both came together. His body shook against mine, and I held him carefully, devouring his mouth in one last kiss as the head of my cock released a stream of liquid that would make any man envious.
“Holy vampire sex,” Scotty whispered as we both came down from our high.
Reaching around, I grabbed one of the decorative pillows against the headboard and ripped its cover off to clean him up. He began chuckling as I blotted and wiped and blotted some more, only for there to be more cum coating his stomach, dick, and the sheet between us.
He finally pushed my hand away. “It’s fine. I have to take a piss, and I’ll rinse off at the sink.”
By the time he came back, I knew the sun was about to break its slumber as the lethargy worked its way through my body. My eyelashes fluttered as I felt the weight of a wet towel running along my stomach and hip.
“Lift up,” he whispered.
I followed his directions without thought, wanting desperately to get up and spend more time with him, but I’d lose this battle just like I did at the break of every day.
I felt the sheet slip from under me, leaving me on the mattress cover, which was honestly better than the expanse of the wet spot we’d left behind. Scotty cuddled up close. “I know you have to sleep, but will you tell Sky later that you’re home?”
Through thick lips, I said, “You tell him. Everyone. Sky’s going to need support when he finds out I’m…”
I trailed off as sleep claimed me, but I was pretty sure his whispering the word, “Perfect,” followed me into the darkness.