Page 58 of Protecting His Vampire Mate

He sucked me like that a moment longer before releasing me. Then he kissed the head of my cock. He moved his fingers in and out of me for a few more moments, teasing desperate whimpers from my lips.

Then he pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate with need. He didn’t make me wait long. He coated his cock with more of the lubricant, hoisted my ankles over his shoulders, and then guided himself into me, all the way up to the hilt. There was a small amount of pain, which I expected. But his fingers had loosened me up to the point where it was mostly just pleasure, the incredible sensation of fullness and closeness.

He paused, letting out a surprised sound. “Oh, holy shit. Bryan.”

The way he said my name, it was like a spell. And I surrendered to him completely.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I need you to get used to me.”

“Nope. I’m good,” I gasped out.

Experimentally, he began to move himself in and out of me. The sensation of his bare cock rubbing against my prostate was so pleasurable that it was almost painful. My own cock leaked pre-cum against my stomach and I knew I might cum at even the slightest touch.

I pulled him down to kiss me, delighting in the delicious feeling of his weight on my body, claiming me as his own as he moved himself in and out of me. Time seemed to stop around us, and the only thing that mattered, the only thing that was real, was our two bodies joined and moving as one.

“Bryan,” he panted, whispering it right into my ear. “I’m going to cum.”

“Yes,” I breathed. The idea of him releasing inside of me, filling me up, making me his, was so fucking hot. I felt a familiar tightening in my own pelvis and my cock jerked against my stomach. Pleasure surged through me, causing my toes to curl as I clung to him. “Do it. Fill me.”

He thrust into me twice more, then froze, throwing his head back with a long groan.

Warmth filled me, and that was enough to send me completely over the edge. My own cock jerked and ropes of white cum shot across my stomach and chest. I let out a strangled cry as pleasure rocketed through my body.

For a long moment, Tobias just watched me with his dark, hungry gaze, like he was drinking in every bit of me. Then he leaned in and gave me a long, deep kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you,” he said, after he’d pulled back.

“I want you to do that to me again.”

“As many times as you want,” he agreed, flashing me an impish grin. “But first, give me a few minutes to recover.”

With a wink, he got up and walked to the bathroom. I was struck by how beautiful his ass was—round and perfect—and was suddenly struck by an urge that I didn’t usually have with men.

When I’ve fooled around in the past, I’ve usually been more of a bottom, though not always. And, yeah, I wanted Tobias to fuck me senseless again—as soon as possible, in fact—but he’d be fun to top, too. The thought of it had me growing halfway hard, even though I should’ve been completely spent. Even though I was a vampire, I still possessed a man’s body, after all.

Recovery time, even for vampires, was still a thing. Or, at least, it should have been.

He returned with a clean towel and began to use it to wipe the stickiness off my stomach. After he was done, he climbed back into the bed and pulled me against him.

“For the record, I’m usually a top,” he informed me, as though responding to something I had said aloud—even though I hadn’t spoken at all. His eyes were alight with mischief as he watched me. “And I’ve got to be honest, I’m going to make love to you as many times as you’ll let me. You’re incredible and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough. But if you wanted to return the favor at some point, I think I’d be more than okay with letting you fuck me, too.”

I felt my eyes widen in shock as I stared at him.

“How?” I whispered, my heart rising up into my throat. Though I had a horrible feeling that I already knew.

“You gave me your blood,” Tobias told me, confirming my very worst fears. “I can hear you now. In my head, I mean. So, the blood bond is already starting to form between us. What I’ve been saying all along is true: I’m your mate, Bryan. Your fated mate. I always have been, and I always will be.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN || TOBIAS

Bryan stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. “You can hear my thoughts?” he asked tonelessly.

Oh no. No, no, no… this can’t be happening.

The thought rang loud and clear in my mind. It sounded like Bryan’s voice, clear as a bell. It wasn’t tinged with anxiety or trepidation, like I might have expected. Instead, there was a level of raw panic attached to it that caught me totally off guard.

“What is it?” I asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.

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