And the veins in his cock… I swallowed around him again, trying to take my mind off them. I couldn’t bite him there, especially not without permission, but by god, I wanted to.
“Eric,” he moaned again, hips punching forward, thrusting his cock deep into my throat.
I carefully placed my hands on his hips. I wouldn’t hold him back, but I needed something to hold on to.
I wanted to look up at him, wanted to see his expression—no, needed to see it—but my vision was completely red, my fangs aching almost as much as my cock was, so I wasn’t sure how human I actually looked.
Fuck. My fingertips began tingling, the nails growing longer and more clawlike, but Finn was oblivious.
His breaths were coming in quick succession, cock thrusting into my mouth over and over again, his rhythm faltering, getting more and more erratic.
I hollowed my cheeks, spurring him on.
Damn, needed to fucking taste him and…
“Eric!” he shouted, his hips punching forward one last time before his cock started pulsing in my mouth, filling me with his salty release.
Finn was doubled over, the water splashing onto his back, as he shuddered through his orgasm.
We stayed like this for a couple of seconds—me swallowing around him, licking him clean as best I could while he was shielding me from the spray of the shower.
“That was…” he finally panted, slowly righting himself.
“Good?” I said with a grin, licking my lips after my vision had turned normal.
Finn let out a weak laugh, leaning heavily against the wall. “Good? It was definitely better than good. Give me a moment to recuperate, then it’s your turn.”
My cock throbbed, lust punching the air from my lungs. In my mind, I could see Finn going down on his knees, returning the favor, but…
“Only if you’re up for it.”
He laughed.
“It’ll be a dark day in hell before I’m not able to reciprocate.”
He smiled at me, chest still heaving, eyes shining. He was beautiful like this. All sated and happy and wet and naked. Truly breathtaking.
I leaned in, locking our lips in a kiss, this one lazier, less frenzied. My hands roamed over Finn’s body, trying to explore every inch of him while he had his arms firmly wrapped around my neck.
After a while, he pulled his head back and gave me a devious smile.
“Your turn,” he whispered, pushing off the tiles and using my momentary surprise to pin me against the wall. “If I do something you don’t like, just say so.”
“There’s nothing you could ever do that I won’t like,” I said. This washim. My mate. He could probably skin me alive, and I’d still be happy to feel his hands on me.
Finn laughed, fingers dancing over my abs. “Sweet talker. But I’m serious.”
I was too. However, I didn’t get the chance to say anything because Finn’s fingers went lower, circling my cock.
I let out a hiss, closing my eyes as he gave my cock a tentative lick, and a myriad of little shocks went through my body. Having him on his knees for me, swallowing my cock was… everything.
The way he sucked my tip into his mouth, his tongue expertly teasing the crown, had me balling my hands into fists to hide theclaws I was growing. Oh, I wanted to bury my fingers in his hair, but I was too afraid he’d notice something wasn’t right or that I would actually hurt him.
Maybe one day I’d have my vampire side under control a little better, but right now it was all I could do not to drop my fangs in the middle of the shower. There was no way I’d be able to hide them from him.
Not with the way he was looking up at me, eyes wide as he hollowed his cheeks, somehow managing to smirk as he took more and more of me into his throat, mouth stretching wider until his nose hit my pelvis.
Fuuuck.
