I feel him. Smell him. Sense him. Everything is Morgan.
Awareness coalesces around me. Brought into focus by Morgan. His hot blood is gushing down my throat. My lips are on his wrist. I’m holding him to me and drinking deeply.
My eyes open and stare straight at him. Morgan. My Morgan. Feeding me and bringing me back to life.
His pupils are wide and blown. His face is pale. Shit, how much have I drunk?
Hastily, I stop drinking from him and lap at the wound instead, sealing it shut. He shudders and trembles.
As quickly as I can, I swap our positions so that he is lying on the bed and I am standing above him. Is he okay? Did I drink too much?
Suddenly, I become aware of Lello standing in the corner. “Get Morgan a big glass of water!” I snap.
Lello hurries away, and all my focus flips back to Morgan. I can still taste him on my tongue. Feel him in my veins. I’m shining with his light. Glowing with his essence. The truth of him is embedded in every part of me, and my awareness is flooded with his goodness. Morgan is a good man. Even my bones know this now.
Lello returns with the water. I cradle Morgan’s head and help him hold the glass to his lips. He gulps it all down. Then he sighs heavily. Carefully, I lie his head on the pillow. He stares up at me. His warm brown eyes swirling. Growing intense.
I swallow. I think he is going to be okay, blood loss wise, but the other effects of a vampire bite are taking hold. Even though I didn’t technically bite him, I did feed from him, and I also closed his wound. There is enough of my venom in his veins to flood him with arousal.
“Ned…” says Lello, but I interrupt him.
“Not now, sweetie. Thank you so much for bringing Morgan to save me, but right now, I need to look after him.”
I’m assuming that is what happened. If not, I can always be filled in on the details later. Right now, there are other things on my mind.
“Oh!” exclaims Lello. And then, “Have fun!”
The door clicks shut behind us. We are alone. Just Morgan and I.
We stare at each other. The fragrant scent of his arousal is filling the room and making me giddy. I want to inhale it. Bathe in it. But I do possess some self-control.
“Thank you for saving me,” I say.
He nods slowly, the movement all jerky and uncoordinated. He is looking at me as if he wants to devour me, which would be only fair.
I lick my lips. “Vampire venom is very potent. It’s what is making you so aroused.”
Morgan says nothing. He just stares at me with wide, helpless eyes.
“I know this is not ideal and I’m so sorry for that. But the quicker I help you, the quicker you will be feeling like yourself again.”
This time, I don’t wait for a response. I simply began calmly undoing his belt. When he makes no move to stop me, I undo the button on his trousers. Next, I carefully unzip his fly. He is wearing boxer briefs, so I slip my hand inside the opening and free his full and straining cock.
My gaze flicks back up to his face. He is watching me intently, but he doesn’t look distressed. I hold his gaze and give him a long, gentle stroke from root to tip. Pleasure blooms in the darkness of his eyes. It is far too satisfying to see. This is an unfortunate necessity. I should not be enjoying it.
Especially since we are not exactly on the best of terms. He is angry at me. He feels betrayed and disgusted.
Yet he still came to help me. And in return, here I am jerking him off non-consensually, because nobody high on vampire venom can consent to a single thing.
“That’s it. Let me make you feel good,” I purr, because all the angst, regret and recriminations can come later.
What Morgan needs from me right now, is confidence and calm. It will soothe his agitated mind and enable this to go as smoothly and as quickly as possible.
My hand works up and down his hard length. Oh lord, he feels so good in my hand. Hot, heavy, firm. Swelling even more under my touch.
I wish I had lube. But I can still make this damn good. Eighty-five odd years of practice counts for something. If I had picked up the violin, I’d be a maestro by now. But no, it was men who were my interest back then. And for most of my existence.
Now, I just want to watch my great-great grandkids grow up. And have one man in particular. This man who is in my hand right now, but who is so emotionally far away that the distance might remain impossible to close. I’m getting to pleasure him, but I might never get to truly have him. Life really does suck.
