Chapter 49
JAMES
If Edwin wanted to feel me inside him, I couldn’t sit here any longer. “Shorts off,” I rasped, getting to my feet to step out of my jeans. My cock pulsed again as I freed it, flushed and straining for relief.
Edwin stripped lightning fast, then paused and looked at me. My pulse tripled. Oh God, he was waiting for me to tell him what to do.
“Bedroom. Get on the bed,” I whimpered. Cleared my throat. “Go.”
He went in a supernatural blur.
I inhaled a steadying breath and followed him at human speed.
He was centred on the bed, twin orbs of brilliant sapphire tracking me as I walked through the doorway.
His focus sucked all the oxygen out of the air, leaving me wobbly and unable to see anything but him.
I stood beside him for a moment, then sank to my knees on the edge of the mattress.
Christ, he was so beautiful. And he was mine.
I lunged for the lube and flipped open the snap top.
“How d’you want me, love?”
I had a momentary flash of guilt that this first time with Edwin was not going to be the love fest it had felt like with Trace. But I knew I’d not last if I stared at him. I doubted he would either; we were both trembling with need. “Hands and knees,” I stated firmly, “so I can fuck you hard.”
He was in position before I’d coated two fingers. I wasn’t messing about with one, not when I’d observed how greedy Edwin was with Trace.
Pressing into him made us both gasp. “Please be quick,” Edwin begged. “I’m beyond ready to go.”
He wasn’t, but even though I knew he’d heal, I wasn’t prepared to hurt him. Not this first time. Perhaps later, down the road when I’d had time to learn how to please him better, I’d have more confidence, but today I needed to know I’d prepped him half decently.
When he started babbling that he’d never bite me again unless I hurried up, I decided he was ready.
I slathered my cock in more lube and wiped the excess down my side.
I was past caring how messy this got; something inside me had broken free and I wanted to revel in it while I could, on the off chance my luck changed and I suddenly lost my nerve.
I gripped Edwin’s thigh for balance as I replaced my fingers with my cock, rocking back and forth in small increments until he groaned and pushed back against me, sucking a shocked grunt from me. “Oh God, you feel good. So fucking tight…”
“Vampires are made for fucking, baby.” He reached behind to cover my hand with his. “I’m also unbreakable, so you can pound me like a sex doll. Hard as you like.”
“Maybe I want to take my time with you.” I did and I didn’t, and I wasn’t sure which side of me would win.
Edwin sighed, long and loud. “I’m just so bloody happy. You can do whatever you like with me.” I was about to say I doubted that when he added, “As long as I come very soon.”
“You’re going to be a bossy bottom, aren’t you?” I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, luxuriating in his yelp. “Ever consider I might like to call the shots for once?” I repeated the out and in, but he was expecting it, so he moaned instead.
“Oh God, just fill me up and make it— Ahhhh…yeah, like that, fuck, I love youuu.”
He was babbling again. I felt like some kind of god, albeit a sweaty and sticky one, as Edwin let me play him like an instrument, drawing gasps and groans from him with every thrust. In truth, I’m sure I was more junior school recorder than clarinet virtuoso, but the end result was the same; all too soon I felt the unstoppable rush of energy building inside me and was barely able to stammer a warning before I toppled headlong into white-hot electric space, every nerve ending lighting up like a firework as my orgasm hit.
I came back to myself slumped over Edwin’s back. His cool skin was a blessing on my overheated flesh. “Sorry about that,” I offered.
“I’m not.” He sounded very smug. “I came too.”
“You did? Tha’s good.” I needed to lie down. “Hang on a sec.” I extricated myself and flopped down beside him. “Topping’s a lot more work than I realised.” Even with the cooling benefits of fucking a vampire, I was lathered in sweat.
He arranged himself to face me. “I wouldn’t know.” His expression was pure blissed-out mischief.
“I don’t even have the energy to hit you with a pillow.”
He snorted. “Charming. There I am, offering myself up to you for the taking…” He couldn’t finish his sentence for laughing. “It was amazing.” One hand came to rest on my thigh. “You doing all right?”
“I think so.” I laced my fingers with his. “I really do need to clean up though. I’m double layered in sweat and fluids.” I grimaced. “Not sure I can move. I’m zonked.” My limbs were jellified.
Edwin simply picked me up and carried me to the shower.
He put the toilet lid down and sat while I rubbed soap into every crevice until my skin squeaked.
Then, he wrapped me up in a huge towel and carted me through to the living room where he plonked me on the sofa and told me to stay.
Feeling refreshed but happily boneless, I didn’t protest. He brought me a glass of milk and a packet of Hobnobs. “Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”
He sat at his desk and fiddled with a sketch.
I drank my milk and checked in with how I was feeling.
Okay, I decided. A little anxious, but not enough to spend any time worrying about it.
I was mostly pleased I appeared to have broken through some invisible barrier that had been preventing me from acting out some of my deepest desires.
I hoped fervently I wouldn’t be rewarded with nightmares, but I’d deal with them if it happened, and at least I wouldn’t be alone.
I cleared my mind of anything even vaguely related to Cormack. “Eddie?”
“Yes?”
“What was it Trace said that upset you so much? Like, what especially?”
“Who says there was anything? I don’t like thinking about the war.” His pencil hovered a centimetre above the paper, frozen.
“I say, you big goof. I know you. So...?”
He sighed and got to his feet. “I’ll take a shower. Then perhaps we should ask Trace over. I’m not repeating myself. D’you want to order pizza tonight?”
“He’s making a casserole. So no pizza, thank you. And you should totally go see him, when you were the one who stormed out.” I gulped at his stony expression. “I’m not saying you didn’t have your reasons, but—”
“Yeah, you’re right. He did mention he was going to cook.” He sighed again, then glanced at the clock on the wall. “I’ll join you after dinner then?”
“At sundown,” I confirmed. I put the biscuits down. The squirrelly feeling in my guts wasn’t going to settle until this was sorted out.