His cock pulses inside of me and I growl, “Like that.”
Ezra’s hips snap forward and circle, grinding against me and shoving as much of himself into me as he can manage. He reaches the deepest parts of me and my eyes roll back in my head.
“God, like that.” I twine our fingers together beside my head and stroke my thumb over the thin skin on the inside of Ezra’s wrist. “It hurts, Ezra. Make it feel better.”
I lick my lips, my mouth slick with moisture from my fangs. I’m so thirsty for Ezra, bond or not. I can taste the memory of his blood against my tongue. I push my thumb harder against the vein on the inside of Ezra’s wrist, hoping he understands what I’m asking.
Ezra hesitates, so I clench the muscles of my channel around his cock. Ezra mutters a curse and rips his hand out of my hold and lifts it, tearing his skin with his own teeth. He dangles his wrist above my face and drips blood all over me, a few errant spatters landing on the pillows and, finally, blessedly, my mouth.
“Fuck.” My entire body surges with want and I flip Ezra onto his back. I grapple for his wrist and seal my lips around it, sucking the jagged puncture wound as I ride his cock.
Ezra groans and drops his head back against the pillow, and I take what I want. These are the memories that comforted me when I was in agony, when I feared dying. The way I feel now is what pushed me through the torture I endured.
I fuck Ezra until my dick spurts cum across our stomachs. I swipe my fingers through the mess and take Ezra’s wrist out of my mouth long enough to coat my tongue with my own release, then I slam our mouths together, pouring my cum and Ezra’s own blood back into his mouth.
He tightens his hands around my waist and takes over, fucking up into me until we are both bouncing off the bed. He comes with a violent shout, his cock thickening and filling me with his hot seed. Ezra sinks his teeth into my lip and bites, and the hot copper taste of fresh blood fills both of our mouths. Ezra comes again, another jet of cum painting the deepest parts of my body.
I collapse against Ezra’s chest, our fluids smeared between us, and he holds me until we both calm down and relax. I stretch my arm over Ezra’s chest and I notice the red welt around my wrist is a paler pink now, and the constant ache in my cock has lessened.
I lick my lips, then lick Ezra’s chest, lapping up the rest of my earlier orgasm and whatever blood had spilled between us. I’m ravenous for it, my slick teeth sharp against Ezra’s skin. I flick my stare up Ezra’s body and find him looking down at me, eyes heavy and hooded with want.
I lick my way down his stomach, taking his softening cock into my mouth and licking up the taste of us together from his skin. When I reach the tender place between his groin and his leg, the place where Ezra kissed me once, then bit me, I pause, my lips hovering over the artery.
“You can do it,” Ezra whispers. “Use me to feel better, Declan.
I wrap my fist around his cock and stroke him back to hardness, then I sink my teeth into Ezra’s thigh. Ezra comes instantly, ribbons of cum coating my hand as my mouth fills with blood faster than I can drink it.
I swallow mouthful after mouthful, only slowing when the skin on my arm looks as smooth as bone china. I suck my tongue over my teeth and lick the puncture wounds, then crawl back up Ezra’s body and settle against him with a pleased groan.
“Better?” Ezra asks with a weak voice.
I nod.
“Can things ever be like they were before?” I ask after a long stretch of silence.
Ezra tangles his fingers into my hair and he pets me until I’m lulled near sleep.
“It’s complicated,” he answers.
“How so?”
He sighs. “One of us has to die.”
He’s asking too much of me
“You’re out of your mind.” I purse my lips and level a sharp look at Declan, who hasn’t stopped talking about willingly letting me kill him a second time so things can be the way they were after I killed him the first time.
“No, I’m not,” he protests. “You’re the one who isn’t being reasonable.”
“I’d rather have you like this than not at all. I can’t…When I thought I was losing you.” I shake my head. “You can’t ask me to do this.”
“Then let me.”
“You’re too new.” I sigh. We’ve been going around in this circle for days. Declan is too young of a vampire to be able to read the signs and bring me back at the right time, and there’s no way I can do it.
“So it’s this then?” He throws his hands up in the air.
“There’s nothing wrong with this!” I shout at him and shove him in the chest. He stumbles back and slams into the wall. The hanging light fixture in the center of the room shakes from the impact. Declan squares his shoulders and glares at me.
