He didn’t say a word, just pushed me into the bed, flipped me over, and attacked my mouth. He started ripping at my clothes just as I ripped at his. I was frantic to get him naked, feel his skin on mine, feel him over me and in me.
When we were both naked, still kissing and gasping for breath, Crow got up for a second, picked something up off the floor and showed me the olive oil bottle. I smiled, nodding.
“I know you like it rough and raw, Worthy, but I don’t want that after what you just said down there. I only want to hurt you when it won’t cause permanent damage.”
My killer was so sweet to me.
Without any more talk, Crow slicked his cock, pushed my knees up to my ears, and pushed all the way in without any warning. Fuck it felt so good. As he fucked the life out of me, I worked my own cock, getting harder and closer, the more he talked.
“Got so hard watching you make Diego your bitch. I’ll never forget you standing over that hard motherfucker telling him who was in charge. Fuck so hot.”
Crow suddenly stopped moving, leaning down to rest his forehead on my chest. I thought he had come and I’d missed it until he moved slightly and I knew that wasn’t the case. Damn, he was so wide.
“Seeing you work that bastard mercilessly was even better, Worthy. You gave no fucks that you were doing what you were doing to him. Just like me, you were doing what needed to be done. Fuck, I could have fucked you right there, you were so hot.”
He started moving a few pumps in and out, and then he stopped again. Fuck the edging was going to kill me if his words didn’t get me first.
“Then I see your back, and I’m reminded those are allhismarks on my boy. I can’t have that. I can’t have that piece of shit’s marks on you and have none of my own. If you didn’t hate burning so much, I’d brand you. But I won’t ever do that to you. I’ve decided I want something more permanent. I’m going to claim you in a way we both will love.”
Without another word, crow fucked me into my childhood mattress without mercy. His cock pushed into me so far and with so much force that I was close in less than a minute. I tried to hold out, but Crow started to go faster, getting sloppier, and I knew he wasn’t far behind.
Just when I felt him push all the way in and grunt, he leaned down to my chest, and he struck. His teeth pierced my flesh, just over my heart. The pain was excruciating and pushed me over the edge. The orgasm reverberated through my body, the pain and the pleasure echoing off each other until they were one and the same. I was sure I could feel some of my life force leave my body and enter Crow every time he sucked on the wound. It was another one of those times I would have gladly given him whatever he needed, even if it was all the blood I had to give. Happily, that wasn’t the case.
I was floating in that space between reality and thebest fucking orgasm everterritory when Crow lifted from the wound on my chest. In the dim twilight streaming into my childhood bedroom, Crow looked like the sexiest vampire ever imagined. His dark hair was falling over his shoulders, silver eyes blazing with a haze of possession, and his mouth was dripping red with my blood. I’d have come again if physically possible.
We locked eyes, green to silver, saying everything we were still too afraid to say out loud. Maybe we never would, but it didn’t matter. We each knew the truth as of right now. When our unspoken pledges had been made and accepted, Crow leaned down and kissed me. It was the sweetest, lightest kiss we’d ever shared. The blood made it even sweeter.
“Crow.”
He interrupted me as soon as I started to speak.
“Carol.”
“What?” I was so confused.
“My real name. It’s Carol. Carol Jakota. My family was Romanian and named me after King Carol the First of Romania.”
“Ohhh, okay. No wonder you didn’t want me to guess.”
He slapped me on the ass and pulled his now soft cock out of my aching hole. He walked out of the room into the bathroom. I rubbed where he’d slapped my ass cheek, enjoying the sting. I guess I deserved the spanking, even if it wasn’t really a punishment since I enjoyed it.
“Smart-ass. I just wanted you to know,” he said as he walked back in with a warm wet cloth.
While he took care of my abused hole, I couldn’t help but ask, “Can I still just call you Crow?”
That earned me a slap on the other ass cheek. “Well, I sure as fuck don’t want you going around calling me Carol.”
Another trip to the bathroom resulted in him carrying another warm cloth, and this time he also had peroxide, antibiotic ointment and a large bandage. Crow treated the bite mark delicately, trying not to hurt me while he cleaned the wound. Bandage finally in place, I leaned up and kissed him long and deep. When I let the kiss slow, then stop, I told him what I’d been thinking since he’d mentioned it.
“I love having your mark on me, but I want mine on you, too. Would you let me brand you like you wanted to do with me? You choose where and what size, the only thing I ask is that it be a W. What do you think?”
I was nervous about what his response would be, but I shouldn't have been. His silver eyes lit up, and his smile melted my heart.
“I would love to have your mark on me, Worthy. I don’t mind burns, so, fuck yeah, let’s do it. As soon as we get this job done, let’s look for the perfect W branding iron, or we could have one made.”
His enthusiasm was contagious, but the reminder we still had a job to do got me moving to get dressed.
“Get dressed and come downstairs, Crow. It’s dark now, and I want this over.”
