I paused, collecting my thoughts. I was sick of this shit. I hated I was letting my past dictate my future. Looking at Roarke, I did something I never did; I talked about my fears.
“I'm scared, Roarke. I know in my heart you would never hurt me or force me; it's my brain that is having the problems. That and—” I stopped, not sure if I should proceed.
"Tell me, love. Tell me what else you fear," he whispered.
"I never bottomed. You may have noticed I like to be in control. That includes in the bedroom," I babbled.
He smiled at me. "I love that about you, and I can't wait for you to take me and have your way with me. In truth, I’d prefer that. I know I'll need to top you for us to bond—it's the dragon way—but I long for you to take me. I'll be gentle with you when I take you, and I won’t hurt you."
I stilled. He wanted me to top him, but he was stronger and bigger than me. It was one reason I’d always chosen smaller men, so there would be no mistake about who was going to top. I pictured pinning his large frame to the wall and stripping his clothes off. My cock hardened, my anger and my fear replaced with lust. I pulled him close, smashing his lips to mine. I ravaged his mouth, and he gave as good as he got.
I had to get him to our room; otherwise, we would bond right here in the kitchen. I broke away. We both stared at each other as panting filled the kitchen. Lust shone in his eyes, and I knew his dragon was coming forth. I grabbed his hand, lifted him off the chair, and scooped him up in my arms. I might be smaller, but I was still a vampire and had vampire strength. I raced up the stairs at vampire speed, carrying my beloved.
As we crossed the threshold of our room, I kicked the door closed, put him down, and pinned him against the wall as I had pictured downstairs. I pressed my mouth against his, and he moaned into it. The sexual tension of these past months came to a boiling point. Breaking off the kiss, I stepped back, grabbed his shirt and tore it in two. He blinked in surprise.
"I could have taken it off," he mumbled.
"That would take too much time. I'm about to tear those pants off you," I said while trying to gain control of myself.
The scent of his blood was driving me crazy. My vampire traits were taking over, and my eyes were turning to infrared, searching for the best place to strike and plunge my fangs.My hunger and need were taking over. Roarke's blood smelled divine, and I had to taste him.
His eyes went wide. He fumbled with the button, unbuckling his jeans, and pushed them down in one motion. There, my beloved stood naked and beautiful, his uncut cock standing firm and long. He had to be at least eight inches and thick. My ass clenched at the thought of him penetrating me, but I trusted him. First though, he would be mine. I seized him and threw him onto the bed.
"Hands and knees," I ordered.
I smiled as he rushed to comply. I began to take off my clothes; I needed to be naked for what I had planned. Looking at the bed, I stopped unbuttoning my pants and froze. Roarke was a picture of beauty. He was on his hands and knees, his perfect ass on display. He looked over his shoulder, watching me take off my clothes, pleasure and desire on his face. My cock pulsed. I quickly lost the pants and stood naked, my dick hard and dripping.
I leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks, revealing his pretty hole. I stuck my face between his crack, inhaling his scent and licking his entrance. He moaned as my tongue began its assault. I loved the sounds he made. They spurred me on to make him lose his mind.
I felt his ring loosen, and I could stick my tongue inside his passage. I moaned in pleasure at the taste of him. He writhed and groaned as I ate his ass. I grasped hold of his cock as I feasted and continued to fuck him with my tongue.
"Gods, please, more!" he cried in ecstasy.
More? I'd give him more, I thought. Soon my finger was in Roarke's hole alongside my tongue. I continued to stroke his length; he dripped pre-cum, making his dick nice and slick. I added another finger and found his sweet spot.
He cried out, "Oh my God! Yes, there!"
I moved my fingers in a scissor action, opening his tight hole.
"Fuck me, please," he moaned.
I was more than happy to. I reached for the lube in the nightstand, pulling my fingers free.
“No!” he cried.
"Don't worry, firecracker. I'll take care of you," I said, taking the lube and spreading it over my dick.
I moved behind him and positioned my head at his hole. I slowly moved my dick inside my mate, his heat wrapping around me. I was in heaven. I pushed until I was fully seated and waited to allow him to get adjusted to me.
"How are you feeling, babe? Please tell me I can move?" I asked through gritted teeth. I would not last long.
He nodded his head. “Fuck me!"
I moved out and in, picking up the pace. Roarke panted and groaned. I joined him in the sounds of our lovemaking. I was fucking him in earnest; it was the most fantastic feeling I'd ever experienced. His ass was made for my cock. My balls tightened; I knew I could not hold back. I lunged forward, embedding my fangs in his shoulder. The first draw of his sweet essence was incredible. He tasted like the finest, most precious wine. I felt him stiffen and cry out into the pillow as he clenched around me. The tightening and pulsing of his ass brought me over the edge, and soon I was emptying my cum into his ass.
I fell to his side, catching my breath. That had been incredible. His blood was the most powerful I had ever tasted or felt. One feeding fully restored my strength; his blood held magic, and I now felt it coursing throughout my body. I turned my head and saw he was looking at me, smirking.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of heat, and my cock stirred again. Roarke's eyes dilated, and I saw his dragon coming to the surface. He let out a giant roar, shaking the room.
