Page 51 of Into The Rift

But I could almost taste that sweet blood on my tongue.

“I want to talk about that woman,” he was saying, and I dragged my attention back to what he was saying with difficulty and made myself focus.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jago. We had an affair, long before I ever met you. It lasted a while, but to me it was never that serious. She’s married. She’s not a threat, and I got the definite impression that my claiming you has hurt her.”

“Oh, you think?”

The little brat was talking back defiantly when I was still fighting to regain control. I thought about maybe giving him a small spanking. Just a few taps on that little, bare ass. But he was running that mouth again.

“Get a grip, Niko. She was all over you with me sitting right there watching her.”

“I don’t understand why exactly, though. When I tell you that we’ve never been serious about each other, I’m being truthful. She’s never acted like that before.”

“Mm hm.”

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. Hard—maybe a little too hard? He turned his head a few times, trying to get away, but it didn’t take him long to give in. In fact, it seemed to me that his own passions were inflamed. It was too soon after my near loss of control though, and I immediately began to fall back into a blood lust haze. I felt a fierce rush of possessiveness, and I knew I’d never be able to let him go. I ached for this sweet boy; I craved him, and I wouldn't be able to rest until I claimed him again. This was my mate, I realized with a little jolt, and I would give my life to keep him safe and beside me.

I bent to kiss him again and that's when I stopped thinking rationally for a while and just reacted to that delicious scent. The blood lust hit me hard, but I pushed it down. It would have to wait until I made love to him. I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. In seconds, I had stripped all his clothing off and he lay on his back, with his legs lifted in the air. His little hole was almost unbearably hot and wet and luscious. I fell down between his legs and licked it over and over. He was whimpering and moaning, his whole body turning a delicious shade of pink.

I sat up a little and licked him from his balls to his pretty hole, and he squealed and screamed again and humped the air as I teased him with my tongue. I knew the whole dula must be hearing this, but I couldn’t have cared less at that moment. I swept a long finger over a spot deep inside him that I knew would light him up. His sweet body began to shake with emotion and passion, but I pulled my fingers away and left his entrance spasming for more, and his mouth open and pleading with me.

“No!” he cried out as I smiled down at him, unbuckling my trousers and quickly shedding them. “Please don’t stop. Please, please.”

“Oh, I have no intention of stopping,” I said, stroking a hand over his leaking cock and watching him shudder. “Wait, until I get my clothes off and get you ready.” I ripped off my shirt next and toed off my boots. I fumbled in the drawer next to the bed for oils to slather over him and then, unable to wait any longer, I fell on top of him and in one long, smooth stroke, I sheathed myself to the hilt inside his body. He gasped and made a soft, needy noise that made me lean over to devour his mouth. “That’s right, make those little sounds for me. Beg me for it. Tell me how much you want this.”

I began thrusting into him with long, slow strokes that made me almost weep with pleasure. With my cock I raked over the spot inside him that excited him so much, and he screamed louder. He was shuddering and shaking all over after a few minutes of this treatment, but he begged me shamelessly for more. I vaguely wondered what the servants must be thinking and then decided I didn’t care.

I bent low over him again, trapping and holding his hands high over his head, and this time I trailed my tongue on the edge of his ear. He moaned like he felt it all the way to his cock, which jerked hard against my stomach. Desire was rippling through me. I meant to go slow, but it was hard not to be overcome by the feel and the scent of him. Now I was about to inflict even more pain, because I needed desperately to bite him and take his blood.

I sank my teeth into the side of his throat, and he moaned with the pain. I kept my incisors inside until the blood ran down his neck, and then I pulled away and licked over the bite mark again and again, sucking his delicious blood into my mouth. He cried out and whimpered and begged for more as if I were licking his cock. It was all I could do to pull back and not take too much. I stroked him, and his cock was dark pink and thick, bigger than I’d expected, to be honest.

I covered his face with kisses. This was my mate. I’d thoroughly claimed him, and I’d never let him go. I'd never be able to, in truth. He was mine, and I’d destroy anyone who tried to take him from me. I bit him again, and he screamed again, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him to wear my bites like a chain around his throat, so that everyone would see and know that he was mine.

I began to slowly move inside him. He moaned, so I stroked his cock and kissed him until he adjusted to the pressure and fullness. I shot a flood of hot semen into him, filling his ass, and pushed even farther inside him. He moaned again, and I kissed him frantically, hating the idea that I was hurting him, but physically unable to stop thrusting anyway. Finally, I was spent, and he sagged in my arms. I eased my body off to the side, pulling him along with me and just held him in a close embrace until we both fell asleep.

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It was hours later, as I was at my desk working that I received a message from Linnius asking me to bring Jago to dinner at court that evening. It had been a long time since I’d been to a court dinner, and I wasn’t anxious to go, but I knew I had little choice. I went into the bedroom where Jago was still lounging on the bed and still gloriously naked. He was on his stomach, watching some kind of vid on his communicator, and I stopped short at the door.

“What is that?”

“A vid about a girl from a place called Namua who falls in love with her enemy, a captain of the guard from another place called Atchua. It’s really good.”

“I’ve never heard of either of those places.”

“Neither have I. I think they’re fictional. But Marichal said this vid about them was really good.”

“Marichal?” I said, naming one of the maid servants. ‘When did you see her?”

“Oh, she came in to change the sheets. She said she heard us making love, and she knew you liked clean bedding.”

“Good gods.”

“She’s nice. We talked while she was making the bed and I mentioned I was bored because I didn’t have any of my books. She suggested the vid and helped me find the channel. Why? Isn’t that all right?”

“Yes, I guess so. But were you still naked when she came in?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mind.”

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