“It’s bullshit,” he mused once he finished, licking a long, bloody stripe up Wolfe’s bobbing cock.
Wolfe’s fingers came to land on his head. “What is, my pet?”
“They’re not sustenance.You’resustenance. They’re just food.”
Eric glanced up just in time to see Wolfe’s eyes flare with heat, and he felt a familiar warmth pulse through the bond: Wolfe’s love for him. It often swelled up at the strangest times: when Eric was extra sullen or pouty; when he opted to skip a family dinner and stay home with Wolfe instead; or, obviously, when he said things like this—that Wolfe was what he wanted above all others.
Eric couldn’t help his small grin as he chased Wolfe’s cock with his mouth, sucking him down as Wolfe’s fingers tightened in his hair. He was hard too. Had been since the moment Wolfe’s blood had filled his mouth. He briefly considered fishing himself out of his jeans, but just then Wolfe moved his leg forward, pressing his calf against Eric’s clothed cock.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Wolfe ordered, his voice raspy with lust. “Come just like this.”
Eric groaned around the length in his mouth. Jesus. Ridiculous, that was what Wolfe was. But it wasn’t like what he was asking for was impossible—that was the humiliating part. Eric was keyed up beyond belief, him and his beast both: from feeding, from Wolfe’s blood, from the fierce, desperate look on Wolfe’s face as Eric sucked him down.
So Eric pushed himself against Wolfe’s calf, moaning once again around the hard cock pressing against his tongue. He rocked his hips and sucked like his life depended on it—he’d long since learned Wolfe could handle a surprisingly rough touch.
And it wasn’t long before his hips were stuttering against Wolfe’s leg, Eric making a mess of himself while Wolfe growled his approval.
Fucking hell.
It should have been embarrassing that he came before Wolfe, if not for the fierce satisfaction that flooded the bond, and Wolfe’s murmured, “My perfect pet,” as he stroked Eric’s hair.
Eric let himself bask in the praise for a moment. It didn’t seem to ever matter what the fuck he did—everything was perfect in Wolfe’s eyes. It might have been insane, but it was the most cared for Eric could ever imagine feeling.
“May I fuck your mouth now, beloved?”
Eric nodded, letting his jaw fall slack, giving in to the sated, soft feeling of his beast’s contentedness. To his gratification, it was only a few sharp thrusts and harsh gags before Wolfe was groaning through his own release, filling Eric’s throat.
Eric kept him in his mouth long after he’d gone soft, leaning his head against Wolfe’s solid thigh. They did this sometimes at home, a connection Eric had learned to cherish. He had a lot of free time now without the hospital, and he liked to spend most of it touching Wolfe in some way. Codependent? Definitely. But it was hard to care when he was this happy.
Eric didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally let Wolfe drop from his mouth. It didn’t matter. Wolfe pulled him up, kissing him long and deep. “My perfect darling,” he crooned.
Eric grumbled a protest, just because. “I’m a mess.”
All he got in return was that catlike smile. “You are. You’ll need a bath, I think. Come.”
Eric laughed lazily. “You just wanted an excuse to soap me up, didn’t you?”
“I don’t need an excuse.” Wolfe pressed a smug kiss to his lips. “As if you’d deny me.”
It wasn’t even a boast, not when he was exactly right. Wolfe’s baths were relaxing as hell, and it was always easy enough to coax him into sexing Eric up either during or after. It was a win-win, really. Eric’s spent cock stirred at the thought. “Yeah, let’s head home.”
He had his hand on the doorknob when Wolfe stopped him with a tight grip on his wrist. “Say it first.”
“I love you. You and your tasty blood.”
Wolfe hummed in satisfaction, releasing his hold. “You did wonderfully on your hunt, beloved. The most perfect vampire in Hyde Park.”
It took everything in Eric not to laugh, considering how Wolfe had deliberately sabotaged his attempts from the beginning. He probablyhadbeen perfect in Wolfe’s eyes. After all, what was more perfect to Wolfe than catering to his every whim? “I think you might be a little biased.”
Wolfe scoffed. “I’m correct. As always.”
Eric let it lie. If Wolfe wanted to call him perfect every day for the rest of his extended life, who was he to argue? It sounded like heaven to him. “Come on, psycho. Take me home.”
COLIN BONUS EPILOGUE
Colin
Colin threw his keys onto the counter, making his way into the living room of their Hyde Park home in search of his mates.
