The energy connection between us grew stronger, more tangible. I could feel him drawing energy from my arousal and the pleasure he got from fucking my throat. It was like being caught in a whirlpool of sensation, each wave of pleasure feeding into the next until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“Such a good boy,” he praised, his voice rough as he backed off my cock for just a moment. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep making those sounds.”
I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste him, to give him that pleasure while he fed from mine. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, earning another groan of appreciation. His lips worked more frantically over my cock, like my enthusiasm was driving him wild.
The feedback loop intensified. Every moan I made around his cock sent vibrations through him, which made him work my dick more enthusiastically too, which made me moan even more. I could feel my second orgasm building, different from the first but just as intense. This one felt deeper, more connected to the strange energy bond between us. And there was no stopping it.
When it finally hit, I cried out around his cock, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me as I shot my load down his throat. At the same time I felt him draw deeply from my climax, the energy flowing from me to him in a rush that left me dizzy and breathless.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. “That’s it, darling. Feed me everything you have.”
His cock pulsed once, twice, then he was filling my throat with his cum. I swallowed everything he gave me, the taste of him flooding my senses as he groaned above me. His cock pulsed against my tongue, and I could feel the last waves of energy flowing between us as we both came down from our highs. The connection was still there, thrumming beneath my skin like an electric current, but gentler now, more settled.
He pulled out of my mouth carefully, immediately shifting to gather me against his chest. I was boneless, completely wrung out in the best possible way, and I melted into his cool embrace. The contrast between his temperature and my overheated skin felt perfect.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along my spine. “That was pretty intense.”
I could only nod at first, my voice completely shot from having his cock so far down my throat. When I finally managed to speak, my voice came out as a raspy whisper. “That was incredible. I can still feel it, the connection between us.”
“Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “That means the feeding was done properly. You’ll be able to feel it for a while, but it will fade gradually.”
I tilted my head to look up at him, noting how his skin seemed to glow with renewed vitality. His amber eyes were brighter, more vibrant than I’d ever seen them, and there was a satisfaction in his expression that went deeper than just sexual fulfillment.
“How do you feel?” I asked, genuinely curious about what the feeding had done for him.
“Alive,” he said simply, but there was wonder in his voice. “More alive than I’ve felt in decades. Your energy is...fucking potent.”
The way he spoke made my stomach flutter. I’d never been needed like this before, never been able to provide something so fundamental to another person’s wellbeing. It was intoxicating in its own way.
“And we’re not done yet,” he added, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “I told you I wanted to taste every inch of you, and I meant it.”
My spent cock gave a valiant twitch at his words, and I was amazed to realize that despite having just cum twice, I was already starting to get aroused again. The energy bond between us seemed to be amplifying everything, making my recovery time impossibly quick.
“I don’t know if I can handle much more,” I admitted, even as I pressed closer to him. “That was already more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Let’s rest for now,” he said, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up over us both. “We have all night. Dawn is still a long way away.”
Chapter 19
Valen
Iwas too wired to sleep, too…fullof Archer’s energy to do much more than lie awake stroking his hair through the night. Archer, on the other hand, fell asleep almost instantly. But I was glad to be awake because if I hadn’t been, I never would have seen how beautiful he was in his sleep.
It was hard not to just sit there and admire him for hours on end. I had him to thank for the warm buzz that enveloped my entire body.
Every few minutes, I’d catch myself reaching out to touch him, just to make sure he was real. His skin was still flushed from our activities, a pink glow that made him look almost ethereal in the candlelight. The way his dark lashes fanned across his cheekbones, the slight part of his lips as he breathed deeply, it was like having a masterpiece lying naked in my bed.
And he was naked. Gloriously, temptingly naked.
I’d fed well tonight. Better than I had in decades, maybe centuries. Archer’s energy had been like ambrosia, rich and complex and utterly addictive. Even now, hours later, I could feel it humming through my veins like liquid sunlight. My skin felt more sensitive, my hearing more acute, my entire body more alive than it had been since my turning.
But it was more than just the feeding that had me wired. It was the way he’d responded to me, the trust he’d shown by letting me take him apart piece by piece. The sounds he’d made when I’d worked him open with my tongue, the way he’d sucked my cock like his life depended on it. Christ, I was hard again just thinking about it.
I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him as my cock stirred against my thigh. The movement made him murmur something unintelligible in his sleep, his body unconsciously pressing closer to mine. The innocent contact sent heat shooting through me, and I had to bite back a groan.
This was dangerous territory. The feeding had created a bond between us, just like I’d warned him it would. I could feel it thrumming beneath my skin, a constant awareness of his presence that went beyond the physical. Even in sleep, I was attuned to his heartbeat, his breathing, the subtle changes in his scent that indicated his emotional state.
It should have terrified me. This level of connection, this intensity of need. It was exactly what I’d spent centuries avoiding. Bonds like this made vampires vulnerable, gave others power over us in ways that could be exploited. But lying here with Archer’s warm body pressed against mine, I found it hard to care about the potential consequences.
