Page 31 of The Night Belongs To Lovers

As the god arrested his movement and stood in place on the ground in front of the doorway, he gently removed Christian from his torso, which he had been clinging to like his life depended on it, and set him against the structure.

“How are you doing this? What are you? Are you even—” Christian hesitated, not just afraid to ask the question, but the words felt stuck inside his throat. Was he too terrified to go further, to discover the truth?

Or was he excited?

“Yes?” the god smirked, feeling quite confident he knew what the man would ask.

“Are—are you even human? Are you an angel—or a demon? Or—” Christian stared deeply into the glowing eyes of the moderately pale figure before him, “—are you a vampire?!”

Corey groaned loudly.And there it is. The fucking vampire thing again!

“Countless mortals have perceived me as all of the above, yet I’m none of those things. In human society, I’m whatever their fears, desires, or faiths will have them interpret me as. Monster. Demon. Vampire. Saviour. I’m of the ancient world, of Titan blood, a nightgod with dominion over darkness, but I was given no specific title in my deification.

“My Maker calls mewarrior-god, but it’s no crown. I’m the patron god of nothing, as is my choice. Though I’ve had many names, I began my godhood as Coriolanus, formerly a great mortal General in Rome’s ancient military, but that’s all dust and memory. To you, my sweet Christian, I’m Corey—predator, lover, fiend, master—and you’ll do as I command. Now, get down on your knees.”

Christian craned his neck and stared intently into the face of the sexiest, most handsome, and scariest being he had ever encountered. He felt drunk yet completely alert at the same time. He thought anyone’s first instinct, including his own, should be to run upon realizing they were in danger for their life, perhaps their soul, if such a thing existed. What other possible reaction could anyone have in the face of such inconceivable horror?

But Christian stood firm. His panic and fear had melted away, replaced entirely by exhilaration and an appreciation for his supposed captor’s incomprehensible beauty and dangerous sensuality. He needed to remain in the god’s majestic presence. He had no choice, for this was his truth: Christian wanted to obey.

“But Corey, out here in the open? What if someone comes by?”

“Do it!” the god commanded, his voice elevated. “I gave you an order, mortal!”

Christian obeyed. Authority and power radiated off the god’s body as ripples of heat. The energy directed at Christian was oppressive yet undeniably sensual. And he liked it.

“Yes, that’s it,” Corey stated seductively. “Good. Down on all fours now. Yes, just like that, very good. Keep looking up at me! Focus on nothing but me—my touch, my smell, the sound of my voice.”

Leisurely, Corey ran his hands across Christian’s back, feeling the mortal’s taut muscles through his clothing. He then moved downward to his favourite male anatomy: the juicy ass. He squeezed the man’s round globes and pulled them apart, hearing the pant seam down his crack tear, unable to withstand the intrusive force.

Then, reaching underneath, Corey grabbed Christian’s crotch forcefully, yet with some restraint. The god did not want to damage the mortal due to a miscalculation of strength. The baggy jeans proved no barrier; the god could feel the blood pumping through the man’s swollen, throbbing cock despite the denim material.

Christian arched his back and moaned in response to the attention given to his body.

With one gloved hand, Corey moved his exposed fingers through the mortal’s black, wispy tresses while massaging his stiff prick through his jeans with the other gloved one. The god’s keen sense of touch could tell that Christian possessed a fat uncircumcised cock, but not too long, just right forswallowing.

Corey tugged on Christian’s hair hard and then let go. He went on to quickly slap the man’s bubble butt twice, then held off, waiting for him to beg for more.

He did.

Without another thought or word spoken, Corey took hold of Christian’s designer pants with both hands and tore them from his body.

“What the fuck!” Christian was stunned, unable to figure out how his pants could have so easily been ripped off, literally torn apart, and not hurt him in the process.

Before Christian could react further, the god grabbed the back of his neck and held him firmly in place on all fours. “Quiet, mortal! And don’t—fucking—move.” Mumbling and squirming were not required or desired of him.

Corey took his other hand off Christian’s junk and placed it firmly around his throat, the two massive hands now effortlessly touching, effectivelycollaringthe man. “I said there’s no turning back. And you so eagerly agreed.”

Christian understood: he absolutely had. And he meant it, which he showed with a docile whimper and a submissive look. He moaned as the god lifted the pressure off his throat to move those strong fingers through his still windswept tresses once again.

And though he understood that there was no choice in the matter, for he was in the presence of an ancient deity, captivating yet terrifying, Christian acknowledged his odd disinterest in his own agency; he was more than willing to go with the flow, completelytrusting that the god would not hurt him—too much, and in the end, it would all lead to ecstasy.

“Yes, I know you desire me, mortal. You want to experience the dark pleasures of the flesh—my flesh. But not nearly as much as I want you. Take off the rest of your clothes, but do it slowly and sensually. Make me want you. I mustfeelyou love your body, not just see it.”

As Christian clumsily got up from all fours, he scraped his knees.

The blood!The god licked his lips at the sight of newly torn flesh. His predatory fangs immediately elongated; it was an involuntary reaction to his unbridled excitement. If these superficial wounds bothered Christian, he showed no sign of struggle. The god inwardly praised the young man’s fortitude.

Placing his hands on the top buttons of his shirt, Christian began a lustful, teasing dance. It was awkward and not nearly as erotic as Corey’s had been earlier at the club. Still, the honesty of the performance and the determination on Christian’s face to be sensuous as he removed his remaining garments enraptured the god more than any of the top-tier burlesque performances he previously experienced.

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