“Will—Willan—I can’t.”
Wordlessly, Willan moves us again, hand gripping my neck to haul me upright until I’m sitting with him in my lap. Willan never stops moving, only changes the tempo, rolling and grinding down on my cock. The hand on my neck keeps up the pressure, coaxing me closer still, until my nose brushes the column of his throat.
“Bite me.”Willan breathes and I’m lost.
My mouth closes over the throbbing pulse, my fangs digging into the tender flesh, tearing it open. Dully, I can hear Willan’sgasp, feel the slowing of his fucking. But it’s all drowned out by the taste of his blood exploding over my tongue and the wet velvet heat of his ass clenching my cock.
Willan holds me tight, massaging my neck as I feed from him.
I wrap my arms around him, steel bands keeping him in place, while aiding his gentle rocking. Blood pools in my mouth faster than I can drink, spilling down his neck between us. I lick at the wound I’ve created, messier than it would usually be from my feral hunger, and go back to feasting.
Against my stomach I can feel Willan’s cock swelling as his release barrels through him. He claws at my neck, my back, my scalp, almost wrenching his precious skin from my mouth when his back arches. Sandwiched between us, his cock jerks, ribbons of cum soaking our abs. He doesn’t stop moving, rolling his hips and fucking me through his orgasm. I tighten my arms around his waist, grinding him down as his hole grips my cock. Mindlessly, I rock into him, as my pinned position allows.
“Yes, Nikolo.” He whispers, rubbing his cheek against me. “Come for me.”
I shatter in a fury of blood and lust and love and need.
Tearing my mouth from his neck I come on a wordless scream, only Willan’s hold keeping me together. My cock jerks, filling him, marking him as mine.
Exhausted and exhilarated, we collapse together on the silky sheets, still wrapped in each other, Willan’s laboured breathing the only sound in the dark.
His blood thrums through my veins, sparking me alight. The taste still coats my tongue and I lap the remnants from my lips.
He lazily strokes my stomach with his hand, dragging through the sticky mess he’s left there. With his head on my chest, his feverish skin feels infinitely alive. “How is that always so perfect?”
I squeeze my hand where it rests on his hip. “Because it’s us.”
He hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to my chest. I wonder if he understands all the things I mean, but can’t find the words to say. Not right now. Not after having my brain melted like that.
“We better get in the shower.” Willan sighs, stretching out so his body arches into mine. Determined to be the very worst, he even turns the bedside lamp on, drenching the room in light.
“No! Not yet. Why?” Whining, I fight against his pull, trying to drag him back against me. It becomes a competition, us wrestling for supremacy—Willan trying to get to the edge of bed and me trying to haul him back on top of me.
“Because it’s rarer than a unicorn’s fart that we get whole nights off together, especially where I’ve slept and I’m not dying from some plague. I want to go out and do something. Withyou.”
“Oh.” I give up dramatically, releasing my hold of him, sending him flailing on to the floor. “In that case, a shower’s probably a good idea.”
An angry Willan pops his head up from the floor, blowing a strand of hair from his face. Even naked and sex rumpled, with streaks of blood smeared down his neck, he still manages to look all sexy and dignified.
“You’re going to get it.” He threatens, licking his lips. His eyes trail over my naked body—marked with his blood on my mouth and his cum on my belly, highlighted to perfection by the lamplight.
“Promise?” Dragging a finger up through the cooling remnants of the cum on my stomach, I bring it to my mouth and suck it off with an exaggerated moan.
“Shower. Now.” Willan grinds out, eyes darkening as they devour the sight of me fellating my finger. A growl rumbles through his chest, the only warning before he pounces.
I launch myself off the bed just in time, forcing Willan to chase me all the way to the shower. He catches me, just inside the door, crushing me in his arms, and shoving me against the icy wall tiles.
“Got you.” He growls, nipping at my jaw, turning me into putty in his hands.
He grips my ass, hauling me up to close the inches between us.
His tongue delves between my teeth, fucking me in time with the roll of his body.
And yeah, he really does fucking have me.
NIKOLO
“Gods,I think our first stop is going to have to be somewhere I can get a steak or something.” Willan massages the spot on his neck where the collar of his oqic is rubbing right over the spot where I mauled him again in the shower.
