My hands dropped on his wide-spread legs. The vein in his thigh was loud and taunting, throbbing in my ears. I held back a full-body shudder of desire. He looked obscene as he spread his legs a little wider, settling further down on the couch. He appeared to be giving nonverbal permission tohavehim.
“I’m hungry, Tate,” I said with a brittle voice, my throat unbelievably dry. I slid my hands further up his thighs, inhaling deeply. His scent filled my head, masculine and familiar. A staggered breath left his mouth as his heart rate soared in his chest. He was turned on. I could sense it.
His arousal made this even more wrong. A human with a vampire… the thought would have enraged me yesterday.
I gripped his thighs up higher, digging my thumbs into his thin jersey shorts and massaging the arteries and veins. My body screamed to feed but I wastryingto not be a mindless slave to my hunger.
“What are you doing?” he asked breathily, looking confused as I massaged his upper thighs. There was an innocence to Tate that was such a contradiction to what he was, who he was. He had a naivety and lack of experience from living his entire life at the Brotherhood.
“There’s a lot of blood flow right here, the femoral artery,” I said, rubbing my thumb across his thigh. His cock began to harden in his pants as I kept rubbing. I looked at it–watched it thicken and lengthen right next to my hands.So wrong, I thought. It was morally reprehensible of me to tease him at all. It was an injustice to him, piled on to the other I was about to do.
I ached everywhere from this hunger. I felt higher thought slipping away to need. I dropped my head to his thigh, burying my face into the femoral area.
He squirmed beneath me and brought his hands off the back of the couch, pressing them into the cushions beside his spread legs. My grip on him tightened, concerned he was trying to get away.
“Let me drink,” I begged, rubbing my face back and forth on his leg like a needy animal. “Please, Tate,” I groaned before pressing my nose into his inner thigh. My cheek brushed his erection haphazardly. His hand snapped out, settling on the top of my head.
“Stop that,” he breathed out. His hips rocked forward slightly in contradiction to his words. My own cock was throbbing in my pants, a persistent ache between my legs that felt directly connected with the anticipation of drinking his blood.
I was truly a monster now, wanting to defile him in more ways than one.
Tentatively, I shifted my hand from his thigh to his erection. My fingers gripped it through his shorts. I’d never touched another man’s cock before. My grasp tightened around him and the blood in there was tempting, so much of it right in my hand. I felt him throb in my fist.
“Let me drink, Tate,” I said, nipping his thigh over his shorts. I wanted to bite right through the material. “I can’t think. Just a taste,” I begged, my voice needy and strained. I was beginning to shake, my gums burning, my lips peeling back from my fangs.
I moved my hand up his cock and he inhaled sharply. My other hand slid under his shorts, feeling his smooth skin. My fingernails clawed at his flesh slowly, intimately trailing up to his femoral artery and brushing the sensitive spot gently.
“Okay,” he whispered. His answer disappointed me. Was he sacrificing himself? Was this some twisted apology? He made me a vampire so he’d let me drink him with his permission? He’d let me dowhateverI wanted?
I groaned, burying my face in his thick thigh and nipping again, teasing myself with the meal.
I didn’t want to do this… but I did so very badly. He pushed his thumbs into his shorts and lifted his hips. Quickly, he shoved the material down and his erection sprung free. My eyes widened on it, shocked by the sudden presence of his bare cock in my face. It was hard and thick, precum dewing from the tip. He pushed it aside, covering it with his hand as he tapped where I had been teasing, dragging my attention away from his erection.
“Right there, right? That’s where you want to suck?” He asked. My eyes dragged up to his and I nodded, my attention flicking between his delicious leg and the jutting cock he pressed against his thigh.
“Go ahead,” he said quietly. I didn’t want him to make this easy and I didn’t want him to be apathetic over the fact I’d been turned into a vampire. I didn’t want some willing sacrificial lamb, a martyr with arms spread wide, sinking into the couch and accepting death. I wanted a fucking fight.
Whatever I wanted didn’t matter though because what Ineededwas him.
I struck, burying my head between his legs. I licked a line up his thigh, savoring the flesh before I opened my mouth, sinking into him like he was a softened peach. Both his hands gripped the couch again as I began to feed.
Flavor burst on my tongue and shot straight into my skull. It burned but a rolling wave of endorphins stampeded in its wake. I groaned against his soft thigh and hard cock. A crushing wave of desire boiled inside me and I gripped his naked erection without any hesitation, sliding my hand up the length slowly as I sucked at his tender inner thigh.
He shuddered and groaned below me. We both knew a vampire's bite could be arousing for the victim but what I failed to know was how sexual feeding was for the vampire. It wasn’t platonic at all, a quick snack from anyone. It was intimate and sensual–inhaling his scent, tasting his skin, burying my face in the tender parts of him, and removing my attention from anything but his delicious flavor and shifting body.
“Fuck,” he cursed before I felt his fingers thread through my hair and tug. Tate pulled my head from his thigh to his cock. I didn’t fight him. My tongue dripped blood as I went, dropping little ruby dots along his thigh, balls, and cock. Blissed out and needy, I licked an eager line up his stiff erection, leaving a trail of red as I roved over the prominent veins.
This was obscene. This was dark and delicious, my prey with his own blood smeared over his cock, his hips jerking slightly as his heart throbbed deep and strong. I snapped my eyes up to his, seeing him with flushed cheeks as he panted.
His eyes cleared slightly as I looked at him with demanding hunger. He was remembering how wrong this was. It was one thing to let me drink his blood but to be intimate with a vampire? To let it suck your cock? Well, that was downright disgusting.
I took his head into my mouth, sliding my tongue down his shaft, filling my mouth with his thick length.
“Sebastian,” he growled as his hips jerked forward, forcing himself deeper. My eyes watered and I dug my hands into his thighs. I didn’t want him to tell me to stop. I wanted to keep going even though we shouldn’t. A hunter and a vampire… no one would ever forgive him for that. It was a moment of weakness to not kill me when I was turning. But this? No one would accept it.
Slowly I sunk down more. My tongue flattened on the bottom of his stiff length as I continued. He groaned, melting beneath me as his tip hit my throat.
I gagged and he sucked in a sharp breath, cursing in pleasure. Quickly, I pulled off for a breath and a trail of red-tinted spit hung between my fangs as I took a deep inhale. His eyes widened in shock as he saw my red lips and something suddenly shifted in him. He dropped all hesitation, gripping my hair, and pushing in my mouth as soon as he was lined up. His cock slid down the length of my tongue.
