“Marlon and I have a few things to discuss. Do you mind if we get together tomorrow?” Blake asked while I tried to act like I didn’t hear every word.
“What’s going on?” his friend whispered while glancing at me.
“Nothing. We just have something we need to work out,” Blake said, and I could sense how hard it was for him not to look at me.
“Did he do something to you?” Aaron asked.
“Not yet,” Blake said. I knew he said it to put his friend at ease, but I barely stifled a growl. I wanted him and I would have him. “Look, I need to go, but we’ll talk tomorrow, I promise.” His friend looked between the two of us before finally agreeing to meet with Blake tomorrow.
“Call me as soon as you can,” he said before walking over to what must have been his own vehicle and driving away.
Blake’s eyes met mine and gone was the innocent curiosity replaced again by lust and need. “Go in the house,” I demanded, and he immediately responded as I followed right behind him and closed the door. “You know what is about to happen?” He surprised me by walking up to me and wrapping his arms around me.
“Fuck me, Marlon,” he whispered before kissing me again. “You’re more human than you think you are.” He palmed my cock, making me hiss and grip his arm.
“It’s a dangerous game you play.” I wanted to warn him. To tell him to run away from me as fast as he could, but he kept his arm wrapped around me while the other continued to palm me.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
Eleven
Blake
Marlon glared at me, obviously not happy, but this time I wasn’t afraid. The bond, or whatever it was, pulled me to him. “You still look like shit,” I said before kissing him. He was right when he said this was a mistake. He was more animal than human. But none of that mattered. “Do you need more blood?”
“No,” he said, and when our eyes met his were full of the same want and need I knew he’d see in mine.
“There’s only one thing I need,” he whispered, and his Irish accent bled into his words. My breath sped up as I waited for him to either say more or fuck me. But he was in no hurry for either. “Your blood heals me as we speak. Soon I’ll be as I was before I was buried.”
“Really? Are you sure you don’t need more?” It was strange. I heard myself offer him my blood without thinking of what would happen to me and I was helpless to stop myself. All that mattered was he survived.
“I know the power of the bond, but you have to fight the urge to give me all you have. I could easily kill you, Blake,” he said, and his hand gently brushed against my neck.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I can feel the bond. But I want to help you. You’ve suffered long enough.” The skin of his face seemed to fill in and gain some color as he lost some of his ghastly appearance. He was healing, and I tried to control how much I wanted him, but it was a fight I wasn’t strong enough to win.
“You could be tied to me for eternity. While I lived you would eventually die, and you’d never have had the chance at a real life. Why would you so willingly throw away your existence?” he asked, and instead of heat or anger, now his eyes filled with sadness.
“We’re meant to be, and my life doesn’t have to end,” I said and tried to snuggle in closer, but he pushed me back.
“I won’t change you.”
“I know, but I’m young, and I still have a lot of years left. As long as you’re willing to put up with me, I want us to be together. There’s nothing I want more.”
“You feel this way now, but a human mind can change. Even with the bond. It would tell you to stay and if your heart wanted you to leave, you wouldn’t be able to. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be strong enough to make you. I feel the pull to you. No matter how much I hate it, I feel it. But I won’t be guilty of taking your life.”
I drifted closer to him. He was on edge. His hands clenched and unclenched as his lip curled, showing his fangs. My fingers glided down his arm and unclenched his hand while I pressed my lips lightly against his. “I want you. It might be the bond, or maybe it’s just me and you. Whatever it is, I don’t care. I want you.” My other hand went to his hair. It was all over the place, and longer than it was in the visions, but it was clean, and he looked so much better than he had when we arrived here.
He pulled back enough to meet my eyes before wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. In an instant we were on my bed, and he ground down on me. Both of us were hard and the only thought on my mind was more. I wanted to feel him. My fingers clawed at his back as his slow grinding on me continued, but it wasn’t enough.
“Are you sure, Blake? I need to know you understand exactly what you’re doing,” Marlon said, his eyes full of both resolve and pain.
“I’m sure.” I’d said it so many times and the more I said it, the more I knew it was true. There was something about the two of us that made sense, and nothing was going to keep us apart. Not even Marlon.
He paused a moment before kissing me again. “I really hope you mean that.” He pulled my shirt over my head and ran his hands over my chest. “You’re so beautiful.” His movements were slow and careful, savoring every sensation, the exact opposite of how fast he’d moved us to my room. Which made me squirm with impatience. “Shhh,” he whispered before his hands went to my belt and, after unbuckling it and undoing my pants, he slid them down. I kicked my shoes off, making him laugh, but then in a flash his face was in my groin, and he breathed me in with a groan.
“Fuck, Marlon.” I squirmed around even more, unable to control how badly I needed him. Before I could say another word, he’d pulled my boxers off and pushed my legs up to my chest. Then he was licking my ass as I gripped the sheets so tight I worried I’d shred them. His hands on my legs didn’t allow me to move at all. I was at his mercy, and he was doing with me whatever the fuck he wanted. And apparently, what he wanted was to make me lose my mind.
He gripped my cock and gave a few strokes that were not nearly enough and continued to bury his tongue in my ass. I was already so close, and if he didn’t stop, it would all be over. Not that I’d mind, but I really wanted him to fuck me. As soon as I thought about it, he stopped. “Not yet,” he growled.
