“I am.” His voice was about a hundred times deeper in this form.
“And it’s okay to taste it?”
“Yes, of course.”
I wasn’t done looking, but I filed that info away for later. “Is it because it was tucked all up inside you?” I pointed at the furry sheath his dick was poking out of.
“Think of it like my cock sweats lube.”
“Huh. Not super sexy but definitely convenient.”
No need to worry about not having lube ever again! As long as it was a place where he could be all batted-up, we could do the deed whenever we wanted.
I dropped to my knees. I could pet and explore the rest of him later?—
SINCE HE WAS MY MATE!
—because right now, I wanted to lick and suck and find out what kind of noises I could get him to make and what cock sweat tasted like.
I licked up the underside of his cock while looking up at him. He snarled, fangs flashing, and a rumble filled the air as hegrowled. Nice. The taste? Not bad. Definitely slippery, but sort of a non-flavor. Like, I could smell the musky manliness of him but that wasn’t a taste. I took the bullet-shaped head of his cock into my mouth and slurped down about halfway. Yeah, his auto-lube was nothing flavored. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not. Maybe if he ate a lot of pineapple or garlic it would be more?—
“Hey,” I said, popping off of his cock, “can you eat garlic?”
He was breathing heavier and staring down at me. “What?”
“Garlic?”
Big dark eyes blinked at me. “You…want garlic? Now?”
I chuckled as I realized that I’d already fried his brain. Stroking his cock, I watched his eyes roll back and grinned.
“Will garlic hurt you?” I asked.
He shook his head, nostrils flaring. “That’s… That’s a myth.”
“Really? Weird.”
Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand from his cock. He had a thick, low brow ridge that was all grouchy now over his glaring eyes. “Italian vampires started a rumor that garlic would harm them in order to get their victims to properly season themselves.”
“To properly…” A laugh burst out of me. “OMG, that’s brilliant!”
“Anything else you’d like to discuss right this minute?”
I snickered. “Nah. I’m good.”
He used his hold on my arm to pull me to my feet and then licked my wrist. “One word from you will stop me, but I mean to fuck you and bite you until I’ve had my fill.”
A throb of lust went through me, and I bit my lip to make sure not a single word of any kind slipped out of me. Guess it didn’t take much effort to get my mate all revved up—and I was absolutely going to take that as the compliment it was. Sure as hell wasn’t mad when he spun me around and marched me overto the bed. Not a peep out of me as he had me get up on the bed and grab the headboard.
I gripped the padded brown leather, grinned at the abstract painting in front of me, and tipped my ass up more when I felt the blunt, wet head of his cock press against my hole.
Now, normally, I was all for a nice round of ass play to really get me prepped. I wasn’t into pain, right? Prep was necessary, thank you. So why was it that my ass just up and opened for his cock like we’d had hours of prep time when there had been nothing of the sort? He went slowly not like he had to but because he savored the slide like I did. He just didn’t hesitate at all, and I didn’t need him to.
“How?” I practically grunted before I moaned. “How are you doing that?”
Hamilton the Bat licked my neck and hummed, and I tipped my head to the side, ready to give him access to whatever he wanted already.
“We’re made for each other,” he rumbled in my ear. “And you’ve been absorbing my essence with such regularity that your body knows it.”
