“Fuck, Sebastian,” he panted, beginning to work himself in and out, fucking my mouth, watching his thick erection disappear inside me. My eyes watered as he gripped my hair and thrust roughly in my mouth, his expression warbling between pleasure and shame.
He groaned as my tight throat strangled his cock. My hands squeezed his thighs tighter as he held me in place, thrusting in. I relaxed into his mouth fucking, letting him use me. I liked it, I wanted it. Never had I experienced something like this, being used by a man, his jutting cock filling my mouth over and over. I felt the ache between my legs grow more insistent, my cock throbbing to be touched.
What a wild situation–a hunter face fucking a vampire, grunting as he pushed roughly past fangs.
Fingers reached down and traced my jaw and I jerked a little in shock. He was looking at me warmly, blissed out. His leg pushed between my thighs and I felt his foot press on my cock, seeing if I was hard. He rubbed his foot against my erection and my hips jerked forward.
“Seb,” he choked out, pushing his cock in deep and unloading in my throat. My fingers dug into his thighs as tears ran from my eyes. I immediately pulled off when he let me, trying to breathe around what I’d yet to swallow. He saw the mess of his cum dripping from my fangs as I wiped at the tears on my cheeks.
“You look like such a slut,” he growled, leaning forward, grabbing my jaw, and pressing his mouth to mine. His tongue dug into my mouth. Shock ignited inside me as my swollen lips were bruised against his. Restraint shattered as the roaring rush of desire possessed me.
“Shit,” I huffed and then crawled up his body and onto the couch, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him feverishly. I needed him now–his blood, his body. I pushed him on his back, furiously grinding my hard dick against his hip.
I couldn’t control myself, backseat driving to overwhelming need. He looked shocked underneath me, his blue eyes wide, his dark hair in disarray, his cock spent but wet between the strong v of his hips. I gripped his hard biceps, holding him down. He was all mine.
I dove into his neck, piercing him again. My teeth pushed into his body and my tongue lapped at the skin. His dick hardened against my body because of my bite and I thrust against it, my erection rubbing against his. I gulped a mouthful of hot blood, my fingers digging under his shirt, pawing at the expanse of abs and chest hidden from sight.
My hips jutted, grinding against him again as I sucked another thick mouthful of warm liquid that buzzed into a painful euphoria. Tate was so delicious. The best thing I’d ever had in my mouth.
“That’s enough,” he said, gripping my shirt, and pushing against my chest. I was feral though. I growled at his neck, clutching him and thrusting harder against him.
“Sebastian,” he hissed, his cock throbbing against mine. I pulled back from his neck and looked down at him, his eyes half open, his name on my lips. Blood was staining his neck, thighs, and the couch like a lover who’d expelled too much wet pleasure on the bed. His cock was hard and most of the spit had rubbed off on my pants.
He looked like a warrior brought to his knees. Manly and strong but so weak and open, not quite trembling but close. I’d done that. I’d conquered him.
I wanted to eat him.
My hand slid down to his thigh smeared with blood from my first bite.
“You taste even better here,” I whispered into his ear, listening to his breath stagger. I crawled down his body, slicking my hand in the blood from his neck. I pressed my mouth to his thigh and sucked on it, encouraging more blood to flow onto my needy tongue.
“No more blood,” he said but I wasn’t done, I’d never be done. I wanted to gorge myself on him until there was nothing left. Until I was forced to crack him open like an overripe pumpkin and find out if there was more of him to taste.
I wrapped my blood-coated hand around his cock and dragged my fist up and down. He groaned and writhed, his back stretching like a pulled bow.
“That’s right, feel good,” I said, latching back on and sucking, pulling blood from him.
Movement flashed at the edge of my vision and then searing pain settled into my head. I screamed, rolling off him, trying to get away from the thing hurting me and not realizing the thing hurting me was attached to me. I peeled a silver crucifix from my forehead and flung it across the room in a rage.
“Why did you do that?” I snapped, lunging at him, my mouth already open, ready to take another bite. His head shifted forward, meeting my nose in a head butt. I howled and dropped back as he reached under the couch and pulled something out.
Tate stood up but didn’t bother pulling up the shorts around his ankles. His hard cock jutted up between his legs, standing at attention between two muscular thighs. Blood was smeared on his thigh as he looked down at me with a stern face.
He stepped forward and I swiped his legs, he went down not expecting it. I was faster and stronger than I’d been for a while. I’d been weakened and slowed, unaware I was being fed on at night by a master vampire. Now I was back to full action. I leapt on his back, pressing my palm on the back of his head.
“Fuck,” he barked as I lunged in close. I felt wild, my needs pushing me towards action.
“Just a little more, Tate,” I whispered in a shaky voice. “I won’t take too much.”
“You already did,” he growled.
“What about this?” I asked in his ear, grinding my erection against his bare ass. “Let’s keep going.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. My thoughts were running around too fast and I was struggling to tear them apart to make sense of them. But I realized suddenly that I was attacking Tate.
My hand lifted from his head and slowly, he flipped around on his back while still underneath me. He looked up at me with trepidation.
“What’s going on with me?” I asked. I knew but I didn’t want to face it. I felt like a teenager, lust and hunger crashing inside me. It was worse than puberty though, it was dangerous and murderous. I looked at Tate and my eyes slipped to his mouth.
