Page 23 of Zodiac Demons

At some point, my hands had ended up in that thick, golden hair, and he sucked on me like he was trying to steal my soul.

I watched through heavy eyelids as he reached down to start stroking himself in time with every lick and swallow. I was already entirely too close, but that image of him working his body to orgasm while sucking me off was enough to short circuit any remaining resistance I might have had.

“I want you to come down my throat. I want to know what you taste like when you lose yourself.” He spoke directly into my mind, in a small reminder that he was still a Vampire. The reminder of his telepathy was enough to make me relax, as if he wasn’t an Alpha and wasn’t a shifter at all.

Right, I was playing with a vampire.

It was fine.

I needed to care, but I really didn’t when he was playing me like this.

Yes I did.

I cared a lot.

This was a problem.

Logic.

Logic, logic, LOGIC.

Find your rational brain.

He took me to the back of his throat again, until I was biting into my lip so hard I was bleeding. His nostrils flared, scenting my blood, and he groaned on my cock, creating a vibration that completely did me in.

I covered my mouth, trying to muffle the involuntary moan and whimper as my mind went blank, pure elation rippled through my soul, and I filled his throat in a full body surge of ecstasy.

I was on the verge of collapsing under my own legs when he stood up so we were back at eye level, then he grabbed my chin and threaded his come coated fingers into my mouth.

Wait, his fingers? This is—My eyes widened, and I jerked back when that taste hit my tongue, but there was nowhere to run.

“Suck it off my fingers and swallow it.” He channeled into my head again, while my come was still in his mouth, and his saliva from a job thoroughly done still glazed his lips.

I wasn’t tasting myself on his skin. I was tasting… him.

Fear hit me with blunt force. It was too late to undo what had been done. To not even have a trace amount of his magic in me now was near, if not completely, impossible as he dragged his fingertips over my tongue, spreading that flavor from my throat to the tip.

Perhaps I was simply too stunned to react, but I did nothing to stop him as he left more than enough in my mouth to dissolve into my saliva.

Swapping sexual fluids was a requirement before even a one sided mate pact could be formed, and the moment I swallowed, I would be giving him the option to take complete control over me as his mated Omega if ever he might choose to do so.

He drew his fingers out slowly, then before I could spit in some misguided show of obstinance, with speed only a vampire could manage, he shoved his lips back against mine, and pinned my tongue in my mouth, until both of our releases were mixed and indistinguishable. Still dominating my mouth, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his neck so I could feel him swallow.

The symbolism of the gesture may have meant something if I wasn’t the designation that was the oppressed, and he wasn’t the oppressor.

When he finally broke our kiss, he covered my mouth with his hand, and he dug his fingers into my cheek with clear intent.

“Your turn.”

I stared at him unblinking, shaking, terrified, knowing I’d made a terrible mistake that already couldn’t be undone. I knew what he was doing. I might have even understood better than he did. This was how you could claim an Omega as yours in the truest sense. This would open me to be markable in a way that no longer made consent a prerequisite.

But he wasn’t budging. He wasn’t letting go with a ‘just kidding.’

Shit.

He… he was serious.

I started to shake my head again, but he just gripped me harder and repeated, “Swallow it.”