Chapter 19 #3
“I fucking love it when you bite me, you toothy freak.” Embarrassment, hot on the heels of blazing desire, made me snap at him.
He laughed, low and dark. “Yeah, you can’t help yourself, love.
You know how much you need this.” He stroked deliberate fingers over the bulge in my jeans where the denim was worn and thin.
I shuddered. “Dirty, beautiful boy. I bet you want to come in your jeans. Make a sticky mess so I’ll drop to my knees and lick and suck you clean. Yeah?”
“Fuuuck…” Now I was so hard, I hurt. “Please, touch me.”
He sighed. “We’re not exactly alone, darling.
You won’t want to do the walk of shame up three floors to change your clothes.
But I will get you off, never fear.” A few deft flicks of his wrist and my jeans and boxers swirled around my ankles.
He enveloped my aching cock in his strong fingers and worked me a few times until I moaned.
“Where shall I bite you?” He was so tall, looming over me in this corner. I was totally at his mercy, but had never been more turned on. Knowing he could hurt me but he wouldn’t was apparently the world’s biggest aphrodisiac to me.
“My neck,” I begged.
He opened his mouth. I watched his fangs slide down as if conjured by my plea. Edwin grasped the back of my neck and held me firmly, angling my head slightly to one side. “Fucking perfect,” he sighed, and licked me. I squirmed. His hold on me tightened. “Steady, love.”
His needle-sharp teeth stung with a momentary intensity that stole my breath, before the familiar tingling sensation I’d grown to crave began to spread through my nervous system, along with the accompanying urge to hump his leg like an oversexed dog.
I groaned as his fingers continued to grip my cock, pumping me slowly as he drank his fill.
My knees trembled and I knew I couldn’t hold off for much longer. “Eddie,” I gasped.
He sealed the wound he’d made in time to catch me around the waist and hold me steady as my orgasm ripped through me. Shaky and fuzzy-eyed, I slumped against the wall as Edwin, one hand now clamped firmly over my hip to keep me upright, licked his fingers clean of my jizz.
“How come you can eat that but not food?” My voice sounded like it was coming from a long way away.
He sucked his index finger right into his mouth as he made eye contact with me, tonguing it deliberately before releasing it with a pop.
“Dunno. You’re not the first person to ask me that, but I really don’t have a clue.
I guess the old vampire magic decided sexy times were a must in a limitless existence.
Be pretty miserable to suck a bloke off and promptly upchuck over his boots.
” His smirk was back, so deadly in its sexual intensity that my dick twitched with hope.
No chance; I was boneless in my satisfaction.
“You’re filthy, you know that?” I could feel the edges of my mouth curling into a grin.
“Takes one to know one, darling.” He dropped gracefully to the floor and showed the same care to my cock that he had to his sticky hand.
Tucking me back into my clothes, he zipped me up and ran his clean hand through his hair.
“You okay waiting for me to sort through some work stuff or d’you want to head back upstairs and get a drink, see the others? ”
I waited, glued to his side like the needy limpet I was, while he shuffled papers, scribbled some notes in his elegant handwriting, and finally filled a leather case with a variety of pencil drawings.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“They’re unfinished. I’ll take them back home and work on them there. Then we can come here for anything that needs framing or when I’m ready to make prints. Is that all right? You don’t mind spending time here?”
“I like it here,” I promised him. “As long as Baxter doesn’t mind. It’s not like I’m here to work.” I sucked my lower lip while I thought. “I could help her, with cleaning, if you think she wouldn’t mind?”
Edwin’s gaze narrowed. “She absolutely would mind. You’re not some houseboy or a cleaner.
Keeping our place nice is something I’ve given up arguing about, because I understand it’s your home too, but there’s no way Bax will let you clean.
You’re her friend. Besides, she’s a woman on a mission when it comes to wielding a duster. You don’t want to get in her way.”
“It’s such a big house though,” I protested.
“Pfft, she’s a vamp, love. Remember, we don’t tire like humans do and we’re much faster.
Also, we don’t shed skin particles as dust, which keeps the housework to a minimum — as long as you don’t throw too many mixed-species parties.
” He smiled and pulled me in for a hug. “If you’re bored, however, we will find you a way to fill your time.
That’s a promise.” He eyed me thoughtfully.
“Dalziel said I should encourage you to spread your wings, find a job, go to university, develop a passion. I guess the bastard was right about this too.”
I took a few deep breaths to quell the panic I felt rising at the mere thought of leaving Edwin’s side for hours on end.
I tried to form words into a cohesive sentence as we headed back to the ground floor.
In the end what came out was, “I’m too thick to go to uni. Doubt I’d get into college either.”
“Whoa, stop right there.” Edwin dropped the folio case and spun to capture my face in his hands. “Who the hell dared to tell you such lies?” Outrage poured off him in waves.
I shrugged. “I barely scraped a handful of GCSEs. I’m not really academic material.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re thick,” he argued. “It might mean exams and you aren’t well suited. But that’s totally different.” He tipped my head up to meet his eyes which blazed blue indignant fire, and as usual, I got lost in their depths as he caressed my neck, then further up, to my ears—
“You know I don’t like people touching my ears,” I bleated, at the same moment his thumbs stilled and Edwin’s eyes widened.
“Babe,” he said with a note of shock in his tone. “I presume you are aware you have pointy ears?”