“Hmn. Alright.” Declan drags his fingers down my arm and pulls me toward the stairs. “Are we home alone?”
“Yes.”
He makes another agreeable sound in the back of his throat and he leads me up the stairs.
“Time is different now, isn’t it?” He looks over his shoulder at me when he opens the door to my room.
“It is,” I rasp.
“Then is it not possible that in the past day we’ve lived a lifetime?”
I pull the door closed behind me and lock it.
“Is it not possible you’ve already fallen in love with me a thousand times over? Isn’t that what a soul mate is?” He pushes me into the room. His lips hover over mine and he smiles. It shows in his eyes and I feel it, in my bones.
I know he’s right.
“I may not know you, Ezra, but Iknowyou.” He pulls my shirt over my head and throws it onto the floor, then he reaches closer and works open my pants, pushing them down my legs.
I’m hard for him, because I’m always hard for him.
“And I think you know me too.” Declan wraps his fist around my cock and gives me one slow tug from root to tip. I shiver and my head drops back against the door. He leans in and scents me, dragging his nose from my shoulder to my ear and back to that spot he favors at the base of my collarbone. He stills, completely frozen, then he groans and tightens his hold on my cock.
“When I’m this close, I can smell you.”
His fangs are moist against my skin and my cock thickens impossibly in his hand.
“Can’t you smell me always?” I ask.
“Yeah, but it’s different this close.” He inhales.
“What do I smell like?”
“Home.”
Declan sinks his teeth into me, and I come in his palm. I wonder if this is what being high is like, because I’m addicted to the way I feel when he’s inside of me like this. He sucks and sucks and, for every swallow he takes, another spurt of cum streaks across his hand.
He doesn’t stop until I’m sure I’m drained of every fluid that exists inside of me, and then he licks the spot where he bit me, over and over like a cat. He writhes against me, humping against my thigh and my well-spent cock, then he comes in his pants with a deep groan and a shudder.
He slumps against me and I hold him up, searching out his mouth. I kiss him, and I can taste myself on his tongue and the hint of cinnamon that drew me toward him in the first place. He melts into me and I take from him until I feel like I could climb Mt. Everest a hundred times over.
He whispers into my mouth, “Take me to bed.”
I have memories that can’t be real
I rub the spot in my neck where his teeth entered me and I walk him backward until he hits the mattress and flops onto his back. I crawl over him, taking his shirt up and over his head, then I wrap my fingers around his wrist and pin him down.
“Last night when you thought about me tying you to the curtain hooks,” I whisper the fantasy into his ear. “Did you mean it?”
“Make me bleed,” he moans back at me.
I shred his pants. I rip them off his body and discard them behind me and kick out of my own. His skin is smooth like porcelain and I force myself up and tip my chin toward the large curtained window.
“Go on, then.”
Declan gives me a sinful look, then he crawls off the bed and saunters to the window. I’ve never been more thankful for the ridiculously ornate window decoration than I am right now. He turns to face me and holds his arms out at his sides. I stalk toward him and have him lashed to the hooks in the blink of an eye. The binds are tight, and he tests the tension in the cords. Finding himself properly restrained, he levels me with a deviant smirk.
His cock bobs in the air between us, slick with his want and I drag my nails up his arms to his chest and pull down sharply, cutting eight distinct lines into the flesh. He sucks in a startled breath; his body jerks and his eyes widen. We stare at the marks as blood pools on the surface then slides down his chest. No sooner than that do the wounds close.
