If heaven exists for monsters like us, I think he would be it.
“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” he whispers. His tears are warm against my flesh. I pull himcloser to my body, his cock trailing precum along my stomach. I slide my leg between his, his tongue licking at the sweat on my chest. My fangs ache to bite him, to drink his blood and spread my venom. Another strange flash permeates my brain. Of fangs in my neck, of nails drawing blood across my chest. Of ruby eyes pleading with me. They fade into sapphire and sapphire fades into onyx.
My cock throbs against his entrance, but I can not find it in me to move, to take charge of his bloodheat as I normally would.
Instead, all I can do is breathe in his sweet cayenne and cinnamon scent and hold on to him as long as I can.
“Of course not, baby,” I whisper, though I know it’s a lie. We both know we are fraying at the seams, and this will not last.
Wesley Castor is not my destiny. And I am not his.
But I want to keep him all the same, even if I know it’s wrong.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, stroking his obsidian hair. The locks are like silk between my fingers. Wesley sniffles against my chest.
“I always ruin everything,” he mutters. “I’m sorry.”
I shush him, holding him as tight as I can without squeezing him senseless. It’s not tight enough.
“No, Wes. I’m the one who should be apologizing,” I murmur. His grip on my waist tightens as his lips brushover my chest, his tongue licking at my sweat again. He’s hungry, I can sense it.
“When is the last time you ate?” I ask, making no move to let him go.
“Couple days,” he whispers with a sniffle.
“Wesley… we talked about this. You can’t starve yourself like this. Especially during your bloodheat, it’s dangerous.”
“I don’t want blood,” he murmurs. “I don’tneedblood.”
My heart aches at his words because I know what he’s going to say. And I know it’s going to hurt me more than it should.
“I just want you, Adrien.”
There is a tense silence before I utter, “I know.”
I roll us over until he is on top of me, straddling me. He looks down at me with his sapphire gaze, the glimmer of unshed tears a ghost in his attention.
I grab him by his jaw. I slide my thumb over his lips and part them, exposing his fangs. He grabs my hand, burrowing his face into my palm as he closes his mouth, and I can see how hard he’s fighting his bloodlust. My sweet, good Wesley. Always so fucking noble. He never asks for anything. He deserves so much more than I can give him.
All I can give him is my cock, my heart, and my blood in the shadows where no one can see, where no one will ever know how much he truly means to me.
“Take it, Wesley.” I press my wrist to his mouth. He shakes his head, grasping my wrist with hisfingers.
“No, I can’t. I?—”
“Take it,” I say, my voice stern and commanding.
Wesley’s entire body stiffens, responding to my tone instinctively.
He looks at me with wary blue eyes, as if he wants to protest, but he knows better. Especially when I usethattone.
“My blood is yours,” I say, hoping he understands in those words what I can not say, but what I wish I could.
I’m such a fucking coward.
I don’t deserve him.
He licks his lips as he grips my wrist, his eyelashes fluttering as my heart thumps in my chest, waiting for his strike.
