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Flattening his tongue, Dante brushed across Carver’s nipple.

Carver nearly came off the bed as he lurched up.

Having already his heavy arm across the boy’s waist kept him pinned to the mattress.

“Please! I can’t… I can’t…”

“You can,” Dante promised. “You can take what I give you. Relax. Let me take care of you.”

Carver let out a long watery sob. “Dante… Daddy.”

“I’ve got you,” Dante told him. “Trust me. At least with this. Let everything else go. Don’t worry about anything else. Just let Daddy take care of you. Let me take care of you.”

Carver slammed his palms on the bed beside him before something amazing happened. Carver screamed. It was a high, desperate, and soul-shattering scream. It was surrender.

“That’s it, baby boy,” Dante encouraged. “Let it out.”

Carver screamed again. The pain, the lies, the fear all out in the open.

Dante didn’t even need to chase the scents from his boy. The bitter almond of deceit that was Carver’s base layer scent was finally replaced with the sweet sugary aroma of contentment.

He slipped his arm around Carver’s back and rolled them for Carver to lie over his chest.

“Good boy,” Dante praised. “I’m proud of you.”

Dante was aware that this wasn’t the perfect ending. Carver would most likely go right back to keeping his secrets but for this moment there was nothing between them. No lies and no fear.

Flicking out the claw to his pointer finger, Dante cut a slice above his nipple. “Drink, baby. Take what I freely offer.”

Carver whimpered then slammed his mouth down onto the cut. He caught Dante’s nipple between his lips as he started to suck. To feed. To take Dante’s very essence.

Dante’s cock rose and hardened to the point of pain. With each strong suck on his nipple, Dante’s cock twitched. In a perfect world this was how they would end every night. His little one would suckle him to sleep and Dante would provide what his love needed.

Maybe one day. It might even be closer than he thought as Carver fought so hard to only give in just as easily.

Reaching over, Dante snagged the bottle of lube from where he’d set it earlier on the bedside table.

Carver was humping against Dante’s hip, riding the wave of pleasure.

Dante didn’t stop his boy. If Carver wanted to get off by rubbing on him, that was fine. Dante still planned to claim his precious with his cock before the night was through.

With shaking fingers, Dante managed to get the lube open and his fingers coated without making too big of a mess. Nothing that couldn’t be cleaned up later. The bed was rocking with Carver’s desperate thrusts.

Bringing his slick fingers to Carver’s crease, Dante teased the opening until Carver was willingly spreading his legs.

Desperate sounds escaped Carver’s mouth between each strong pull of blood.

The first finger slid smoothly into Carver’s hole. Dante pumped his hips, trying to set the pace even as Carver fought against him, trying to take Dante’s digit deeper. Giving in, Dante added a second finger, allowing Carver to ride them.

They might have both been shocked when Carver lifted his mouth. “I need you inside me. I want to feel you as I drink.”

Dante wouldn’t be able to give Carver much more blood without risking himself but he did love Carver’s idea. “Take one more finger for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He removed his digits before picking up the bottle of lube to add more.

Carver, still lying against his chest, panted as he watched Dante.

“You want more, baby?” Dante questioned as he teased Carver’s entrance.