5. Chapter Five #2
I scoffed. “No, I didn’t promise him that. It’s just what I want to do.”
“Isn’t there someone you can report this to? Enforcers or something who handle this kind of thing?”
Goddess, if only it was that easy. “I could report it to the council, but…” I trailed off, licking my lips. I didn’t want to go down that road. Not ever.
“What about Damien?” he asked, sounding hopeful that someone he knew and trusted would take care of it.
My poor sweet human had no idea who Damien was in our world.
He didn’t wield as much power at the council, but he was a close second.
He wasn’t as harmful or dangerous to me, but if I cajoled him into looking for Ego’s Maker, word might get out that it was at my request. It would be like shining a beacon on me.
I shook my head. “No. I’ll help Ego with his transition, but I can’t do more than that.
Not unless his Sire comes looking for him.
” Then I would just have to hope he came alone—without telling anyone else where to find me—so that I could leave him in the sun to die.
The same death that he’d left Ego to face.
“Ego?” Benji snorted. “There’s someone else in this world who really has the name Ego?”
Caught off guard by his question, I stopped pacing. “What do you mean, someone else?”
Benji rolled his eyes. “Come on, Lysandro. I know you’re old and love your classical music, but you’ve had to have heard of Ego, the famous pop star?”
I stared at him. Benji’s head tilted in confusion, and I arched an eyebrow.
His gasp as he caught on was almost enough to make me smile.
“Holy shit, Lysandro. You have to help him. That poor guy. What’s he going to do?
He won’t be able to tour, will he? Do you need to find him a donor? Should we take him to Velvet Vein?”
The very last thing I wanted to do was expose the young fledgling to others in this world.
He didn’t understand our culture, how long-lived most were, or how opportunistic.
They’d eat him up and spit him out. “No, eventually, I’ll need to find him a donor, but right now he needs to be feeding from his Sire while he comes into his new nature. ”
A slow smile spread across his face. “You offered to feed him, didn’t you?”
I threw up my arms in frustration. “What other choice did I have?”
Benji moved to the desk and sat on the edge, holding out his arm and offering me his wrist. “Then I guess that means you’ll be needing me more.”
He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t exactly right either. I already drank his blood far more than necessary, but I couldn’t get enough of his essence. Tending to Ego’s needs, though, my thirst for Benji would become more need than want. If that was possible.
Sitting in the chair, I stroked my fingers over the thin skin over his wrist. “Lysandro, what are you waiting for?” he asked, tone laced with humor and impatience. He really did enjoy our feedings. Especially his cock.
Giving one hard tug, I pulled him off balance and into my lap. Caught off guard, he stiffened, then curled an arm around my shoulders as I nuzzled my nose into his neck. “Lysandro,” he said on a breathy whisper.
“Do you really want this?” I asked as my teeth descended. “Will you give me the gift of your carotid artery? I know you’ve never—”
“Because it was always for you,” he said, cutting me off. “It feels intimate, doesn’t it?” His cheeks flushed a pretty pink with the question.
“Hmm, I think so,” I answered honestly, brushing the tips of my fangs across his skin.
“Please, Lysandro,” he begged.
The control I’d been fighting to maintain all this time snapped. My teeth punctured his flesh as my dick went rock hard. This was an intimacy I’d denied myself for so long.
I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d even gotten off with someone, but that didn’t compare to the vulnerability of this act for a human. It might not be more than another area to tap for my brethren, but to me, it meant something.
As I willed pleasure into his body, he moaned, squirming on my lap and making the situation in my pants more defined. I knew the minute he felt my desire by the way he scooted even closer, grinding down.
Slowing down, sipping at his neck, I hovered my hand over his erection. “Yes,” he hissed. “Please. Please touch me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Deftly undoing his pants, I cupped him gently through his briefs, relishing the harsh, hot breath he exhaled over my cheek. His blood exceeded nourishment. It had become my drug. But his warmth was like a balm to the coldness that naturally enveloped me.
Releasing my bite, I licked over the wound slowly as I pushed his underwear down beneath his cock and balls.
Taking my time, I carefully nibbled up his neck and fucking finally got my hands on his dick.
Benji let out a whimper that bordered on a sob, and I let him go and jerked my head up to see his eyes.
They were wet with tears, and I worried I’d rushed, that I hadn’t actually received the consent I’d been sure he’d given me, when he whined, “Nooooo. Don’t stop.”
Giving in to my baser instincts, I crushed my mouth over his, drinking in every gasp and moan as I squeezed his cock, stroking it at a punishing pace that no human could replicate. Benji about launched himself off my lap, but I held him securely with my other arm.
In mere minutes, his release spilled over my hand, and he went boneless. Gentling our kisses until they were nothing but a brush of lips, he whispered, “I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I came so fast.”
Chuckling, I leaned up to stare into his beautiful green eyes that were still wet with emotion.
Knowing I was the cause of the radiant glow flushing his cheeks made me wonder why I’d bothered resisting this tempting little morsel for so long.
“In all fairness to you, I’m sure you’ve never had a hand job like that. ”
His face went dreamy. “No, that was amazing. Did you use vampire speed or something?”
Unable to resist him, I kissed the tip of his nose. “Just a little.”
“Oh.” He tried scooting off my lap. “I need to get you off, too. Let me suck you. Can I? Please.”
“Next time.”
“But I feel selfish.”
I desperately wanted to cup his face, but my hand was coated in his cum. “Benji, you’ve just given me more than you’ll ever know. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”
“You’re sending me home?”
I shook my head. “No, you’ll sleep here tonight.”
“Will you lay with me?”
It was such a tempting offer, but there were things I knew I’d forgotten in the long years alone, so I had research to do with Ego in the picture now.
“Not tonight.”
He stood, pushed his pants to the floor, and whipped his shirt over his head to wipe himself. “I have—”
He waved me off. “I know. This was just easier.” Then, naked as the day he was born, he strode to my bed and fell forward, leaving his pert little ass in the air, beckoning me. “If you change your mind, feel free to join me at any time.”
Such a little shit. Grabbing a throw blanket off of a shelf, I threw it across his lower half, distracting myself from the alluring sight, and then I got to work.