“It works,” I rasp.
He chews his bottom lip into his mouth and grins at me. “Is that something you’d like to do sometime?”
“There’s lots of things I’d like to do with you.”
“Can we?” Declan traces his fingertips over my cheeks, pressing into the skin at random intervals like he’s testing the elasticity of it.
“We have a very long time to do all of those things.” I yawn and close my eyes.
“Do I heal faster than before?”
“You can.” I hold up my wrist and show him the smooth, unblemished skin over the place he’d been drinking from earlier in the night. He reaches out and draws a circle over my wrist with the pad of his thumb.
“I want to do that again,” he whispers, kissing me there and dragging his teeth over my veins. “Is that normal?”
“We’re mated, so yes.” I open my eyes and he sucks the thin skin of my wrist into his mouth, all while holding my stare with those ice-blue crystals he has for eyes. “It’s common for mates to bleed each other during sex.”
He smiles and drags my hand down between our bodies until my palm grazes over his erection.
“I like that,” he tells me.
“I see.”
“Please fuck me, Ezra,” he whimpers, kissing me. “Fuck me, then I’ll go to sleep.”
I want him.
It’s a feeling so visceral I would swear it was etched into my bones. I flip Declan onto his back and grind against him, rubbing our cocks together until he’s panting beneath me.
“Can I do it again?” He parts his lips and his teeth are shining in the dim light of my room.
“Almost.”
I pull away long enough to get some lube from the table beside my bed, and I slick my length, then tease his hole with two slippery fingers.
“I loved how you spread them apart inside me last time,” he moans.
I press into him and scissor my fingers apart. “Like this?”
“Fuck.”
He feels different than he did before I turned him, colder to the touch, yet somehow like fire rages through his veins. His channel yields to me and I pull my fingers out, ready to take him in the way I’ve wanted to all along. Bare.
I line my cock up to his hole and push inside. Declan gasps and grabs at me, his nails scratching into my back so hard he draws blood. He doesn’t know his own strength yet. I grimace, and he brings his hands to his face, marveling at the red that dots his fingertips. He sucks a finger into his mouth and his entire body trembles.
When he opens his eyes, they’re wide, but black not blue, and he pumps his hips off the bed, encouraging me to move. So I do.
I brace myself on the headboard and I fuck into him like our lives depend on it. There’s an urgency to my movements, and he meets me thrust for thrust. Nothing exists anymore except this place where our bodies are joined, the points where his skin touches mine, and he pulls my wrist against his mouth and sinks his new fangs into me.
I come almost immediately, blood and cum surging out of me and into him. He sucks on me, groaning and moaning, and I still, my cock tender, swollen, and hard. I reach down and stroke him, working him toward his release.
It must feel good because he sucks harder; his sex-drunk eyes roll back in his head and he raises his own wrist to my mouth.
“Me,” he pants, tearing his blood-soaked lips away from my wrist only long enough to utter the single syllable.
I run my tongue over the pointy tips of my fangs and then over his skin. I lick him from the heel of his hand to his elbow, and I bite him there. That delicate little bend in his flesh and the taste of him floods my mouth at the same time his cum coats my fingers.
Declan’s body seizes and he jerks, shouting and fisting the sheets in his hand. His release is thick and cool, and I lift my hand to my mouth and swirl my tongue around the webbing of my fingers. His cum tastes as good as his blood, and I lap all of it up, sliding down his body to lick it from the crevices of his stomach and the trimmed thatch of hair around the base of his cock.
