Snod couldn’t speak, unable to express the mix of lust and indecision clawing away at his guts. He let
Frankie pull him into a tender kiss, his worries chased away by his soft lips.
“Listen to me,” Frankie said firmly, his words leaving no room for argument. “Do exactly as I say and
I promise it will be worth it.”
“Yes,” Snod breathed, his eyes fluttering as his body responded to the stern command. Their clothing
peeled away at an agonizing pace, Frankie not allowing it to speed along any faster, making Snod
wait.
Every time he pushed, Frankie slowed down even more, leaving him groaning and his cock painfully
hard. He couldn’t think about anything else now. The Order, his lashings, and even thoughts of
Athaliah all disappeared as he gave himself over to this beautiful vampire.
Every new sensation was exciting and made him ache with need. He was on top of Frankie now,
marveling at the cool flesh of his thighs pressing against his hips. The touch of his icy fingers raking
over his scalp made him shiver and he could not get enough of his mouth.
Snod could feel Frankie’s arousal, pressing insistently against his own. He groaned when Frankie
rolled a condom on him and spread lube between them.
“Obe,” Frankie urged, his fangs bared, greedily tugging at his cock and pulling him where he wanted
him most.
“Frankie,” Snod whimpered in reply, the first cool touch of the vampire’s tight entrance making him
gasp. He pushed forward, letting it swallow him whole, his grace lost as he floundered to be inside
him as they had been before.
It was easier this time, being in complete control of the rhythm, immediately pounding into him hard.
That tight body wrapped all around him was incredible, and Snod buried his nose against Frankie’s
throat as he slammed forward.
Frankie cried out sharply in reply, his hands digging into Snod’s back.
Snod had never heard such a sound before, his head snapping up and his hips stilling. He stared down
at Frankie, not sure if he should continue.
“Wait. Why did you stop?” Frankie demanded furiously.
“It, it... it sounded like I was hurting you,” Snod hissed back, eyes wide with concern.
Frankie’s head dropped against the pillows, groaning, “Obe, I’m a fucking vampire. You’re not going
to hurt me.”
