“Thank you.” Sincere as the words are, they don’t feel enough. Egbert pulls me in for a quick, one-armed hug and shoves me out the door.
I stumble down the hall to Willan’s, emotionally and physically exhausted. Inside the apartment, I make sure to remove my boots as quietly as I can, taking care to line them up perfectly next to Willan’s in the spot beside the door. I get changed in the bathroom, so I don’t have to disturb him with the light. Then I make my way to the bedroom, secure now with the vamp-rated shutters. Willan had them installed in his apartment last week. “We get less than half the day together.” He explained when I fought him over the cost. “I want to wake up next to each other when we can.”
Willan already has them down, like he was waiting for me.
The silky sheets are warm as I slide into what’s become my side of the bed, plugging my phone into the charger Willan found for me.
Despite my best efforts to be silent, I’ve woken him just enough. Before I’m even fully in the bed, he rolls over, throwing his arm over me, and with an impressive show of strength, he hauls me against him. Once my back is flush with his chest once again, my ass nestled in his groin, a sleepy kiss is pressed to my head.
My fang pierces my lip in my efforts to clamp down my smile.
I love you. I love Willan.I love him.All the different ways to say the words trip through my mind.
Wrapped in his warmth, I close my eyes, and wait for the dawn to come.
Soft lips trail hungry kisses up my torso, drawing me back to consciousness. The bed dips and shifts with the weight of a body moving and I realise I’m pinned—warm, naked legs straddling my thighs. As I slowly become aware, the mouth becomes hungrier, more determined, sucking a line of kisses along the path of my ribs. It’s heading towards the mermaid inked up my right side.
And sure enough, I feel the flat wide tongue press against the tail and follow the lines of the creature over the ridges of my muscle and bones. My back arches, seeking more of the electrifying touch.
The mouth moves on, the weight on top of me moving restlessly, rocking against my thighs. Teeth graze over my chest, back towards my nipple. They seize the little nub between them, flicking at it with that deft tongue.
“Gods,” the prayer falls from my lips on a moan as the crown of a cock, dripping with need taps against my balls with each rolling thrust against my thighs. “Willan.”
He chuckles, thrusting again so forcefully I can feel the muscles of his ass clenching and flexing against me. I try to move against him, but only manage to wriggle uselessly—at some point, he collected my hands, I realise, pinning them by my shoulders.
Exquisite sensations bombard my body, becoming needy spikes when Willan moves on to give my other nipple the same tormenting treatment. I writhe beneath him, my feet digging into the satin sheets, only to slip again. I arch my hips and tryto bend my knees, anything to get him higher along my legs and feel the length of his straining erection against my own.
Willan clamps his hands tighter on my wrists, his thumbs gently stroking away any discomfort from his forceful grip. Each kiss, each bite, each soft stroke of his tongue on my skin only strokes the flame inside me. Hunger and lust coil inside me until I’m burning with need. Every touch is magnified in its intensity.
Squeezing my eyes tight against the onslaught, I lick my lips and gnash my teeth.
“Patience, baby.” Willan breathes against me, completely unflinching at my pulling against his restraint. Not to get away from him—never that—only ever formoreof him. Teeth sink into the taught skin at the juncture of my neck, wrenching an almost animalistic cry from my throat. “I’ve got you. Be patient and I’ll give you everything you want.”
Fuck me dead. I whine, pitiful and high pitched, eagerly tilting my head to the side so he can feast on my throat. He sucks hard, hard enough for his teeth to worry at my skin, sending bolts of pure lust radiating through my body. My cock jerks when his teeth bite harder, tapping against his abdomen, clenched tight as he rises over me.
My teeth ache fiercely, my need for blood—forhisblood—now indistinguishable from my need for his touch. It drenches my thoughts in a haze of red, feral and primal.
But it doesn’t matter. I’m completely at his mercy.
And he knows it.
Leaving my mauled throat, he lunges up, sealing his mouth to mine, his tongue plunging in to taste me with a devastated groan.
“You taste so sweet.” He only pulls back enough to mutter the words before he dives in again, licking at my sharpened fangs, tempting me with the taste of his blood.
His body finally,blessedly, drops to mine, even if he doesn’t release my arms. The pressure tethers me to my body and the slide of his belly on my dick relieves some of my desperate need for friction.
Hooking my calf over his, I angle my hip to better aid the lazy, slow thrusts of his cock where it presses into me. My initiative only has the opposite effect.
Willan stills completely, pulling back just enough to tut at me. I blink my eyes open, but the room is still pitch black. I can’t see his face, but I still know that smile that would be there if I could.
Seductive, barely restrained lust simmering beneath the surface. Lips kiss-swollen and eyes dark with promise.My perfect Willan.
“Nuh uh.” The husky edge to his commanding voice has my dick throbbing with lust between us. He slides his leg out from where I tried to pin him. Lips against my ear, he whispers, “Let me have my wicked way with you, and I promise, you’ll get everything you want. I’ve got you, Nikolo. Remember?”
I fucking melt.
I think I also whimper. I have no idea. All I know is that Willan is crawling his way up my body. The shadow shapes of him move like liquid until he settles on my chest. With my hands now free I desperately want to touch him, to stroke his thighs, palm his ass, cover the planes of his stomach and fist his cock.
