Besides, there was something more to it than just a feeding bond. It was deeper, almostspiritual. Though, to be honest, I had no idea what it was. I’d never felt anything like it.
He stirred again slightly, his hand reaching back and resting on my thigh as he settled deeper into sleep. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my stomach flutter. When was the last time someone had touched me like this? Not for feeding, not for sex, but just because they wanted to be close to me?
Too long. Far too long.
I pressed my lips to the back of his neck, breathing in his scent. Beneath the lingering traces of sex and sweat, I could smell his pheromones, clean and warm and utterly intoxicating. My fangs ached with the urge to bite, to mark him in a way that would let every other supernatural creature know exactly who he belonged to.
The possessive thought alarmed me. But as Archer pushed back against my cock in his sleep, my thoughts were drawn away. Instead of worrying about the intense pull I felt toward him, my thoughts shifted to his beautiful ass and the fact that I had yet to fuck him tonight.
Maybe it was time to sort that out. And I had a feeling I knew just how to do it in a way that Archer would love.
I gently rolled Archer onto his stomach, my hands caressing the smooth expanse of his back as I positioned him the way I wanted him. He murmured sleepily but didn’t wake, his body pliant and trusting beneath my touch. The sight of him like this, spread out before me in the flickering candlelight, made my mouth water.
I reached into the nightstand drawer for the lube I kept there, warming it between my palms before trailing my fingers down the cleft of his ass. He stirred slightly at the first gentle touch against his hole, a soft sigh escaping his lips as I began to work him open slowly, carefully. But to my surprise, he didn’t wake.
I took my time, adding more lube as I worked first one finger, then two inside him. His body welcomed the intrusion, muscles relaxing as I stretched him carefully. Even in sleep, his body remembered me, remembered how good I could make him feel. The trust implicit in his response was intoxicating.
When I finally pressed the head of my cock against his entrance, he stirred more actively, a soft moan escaping him as I pushed inside with exquisite slowness. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and growing arousal.
“Valen?” he whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. “What are you—oh fuck.”
I bottomed out inside him, my cock buried completely in his tight hole. The sensation was incredible, made even more intense by the feeding bond that still hummed between us. I could feel his pleasure mixing with mine, creating that intoxicating feedback loop that had driven us both wild earlier.
“Shh,” I murmured against his ear, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin of his neck. “Just let me take care of you, darling. Let me make you feel good.”
He pushed back against me, his body already responding despite his sleepy state. “It already feels so good,” he breathed, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Please fuck me Valen…”
I began to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate care. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of us, the bond amplifying every sensation until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. This was what I’d been craving all night, this deep intimate connection that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
“That’s it,” I praised, my hands gripping his hips as I found a steady rhythm. “You’re perfect like this, darling. You’re so beautiful spread out beneath me.”
Archer’s breathing grew heavier, soft moans escaping him with each thrust. I could feel his arousal building through our connection, could sense how close he already was despite having just woken up. The bond between us made everything almost too fast sometimes. But I didn’t care. I just wanted him to feel good.
“I’m not going to last long,” he gasped, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “It’s too much, I can feel everything you’re feeling too.”
That was exactly what I’d hoped for. I wanted him overwhelmed, wanted him to understand just how wonderful this connection between us could be. I shifted my angle slightly,finding that spot inside him that made him cry out and writhe beneath me.
“Then don’t last,” I growled against his ear, my fangs grazing his throat. “Cum for me everything, darling. Let me feed from every ounce of pleasure I can wring from your perfect body.”
My words seemed to be exactly what he needed. His orgasm hit him hard, his entire body tensing as he came with a broken cry onto the sheets below. I felt the surge of energy flow from him to me, richer and more potent than anything I’d ever experienced. The intensity of it was almost too much to bear.
Slamming my hips forward, I buried my cock to the hilt, crying out his name. The waves of his climax crashed over me through our bond, and I lost myself completely in the sensation. My hips stuttered as I pumped into him, filling him with rope after rope of cum while his body milked every drop from my cock. The feeding was so intense I actually saw stars, my vision blurring at the edges as I drew from his pleasure and satisfaction.
When I finally collapsed against his back, both of us were trembling and gasping for breath. I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock where we were still joined, and the possessive satisfaction that flooded through me was almost primal. He was mine right now, marked inside and out with my essence.
“Jesus Christ,” Archer panted, his face pressed into the pillows. “I… I can’t even describe what that felt like.”
I pressed soft kisses to his shoulder blades, tasting the salt of his skin. “The bond is at its strongest right after feeding,” I murmured.
“Yeah, but I could feel what you were feeling,” he said with a tone of wonder. “When you came, I felt it like it was happening to my own body. Is that normal?”
I pulled out of him gently, immediately missing the connection. “I’m not sure. The bond between us seems unusually strong.” I rolled onto my side, pulling him against me so his back was flush with my chest. “Most feeding relationships don’t create that level of shared sensation. I’ve had a couple in the distant past, but they were never as intense as this.”
He turned in my arms to face me, his blue eyes bright with curiosity despite his obvious exhaustion. “What does that mean? Are we different somehow?”
That was the question I’d been avoiding for two weeks now. Because the truth was, I didn’t entirely know. In three centuries of existence, I’d never experienced a connection like this with anyone. The feeding had been incredible, yes, but it was the emotional resonance that truly unsettled me. The way my undead heart seemed to beat when he smiled. The fierce protectiveness that surged through me at the thought of anyone hurting him.
“I don’t know,” I admitted at last, stroking his hair back from his forehead. “This is uncharted territory for me too, darling.”
