Page 26 of Summoned

“The thing is, Jeremiah, you own me too.”

The knife clatters to the ground as his now free hand trails down my back, stopping at my ass to give me a firm squeeze. His fingers creep toward my crease, and when his forefinger finds my hole, I gasp loudly. My cock thickens impossibly more, aching, fucking throbbing with the need for release. But I just take what he’s giving, silently waiting for him to offer me more scraps.

Kaelin’s hand on the back of my head tightens, and he closes the distance between us. His lips press to mine softly, gently, but only for a second before he bites my bottom lip until he draws blood. I feel it dripping down my chin and can taste it on my tongue as I lick the thick liquid off. But he soothes it almost immediately, licking me better with his forked tongue.

I moan as I part my lips, letting him thrust his tongue into my mouth, and suck on it. My hand wraps around his cock, tightening until he hisses, and I jerk it slowly, teasingly. But it’s still not enough. I need him—I need all of him. And I’m tired of fucking waiting. Tired of the teasing and taunting. The goddamn playing. I’m ready to make him mine.

“Stand up,” I say gruffly, pulling away from him. His brows rise, and he looks amused. “Now, Kaelin.”

“I was under the impression that I was the one giving the orders tonight.”

But still, he lets go of me and stands, putting his cock level with my mouth. Grabbing it again, I direct it toward my tongue and give it a long lick, as if it’s my favorite lollipop. Kaelin hisses, bringing his hand back to my hair, tugging at the strands as I take him between my parted lips and suck him to the back of my throat in one go. He tastes divine, like mine—all fucking mine. It doesn’t matter how many times I do this, it never seems to get old. The way he makes me feel is intoxicating.

Bobbing my head up and down, I take him to the back of my throat and swallow around him, just like he showed me. His hands tighten in my hair, and he rocks his hips tentatively, moaning loudly. Every little sound he makes goes straight to my balls, and I moan when he looks into my eyes as I hollow my cheeks for him.

There’s heat at my back now, scorching fucking heat, and when I feel it at my hole, I stiffen. But Kaelin just shushes me, trying to get me to relax as I feel the warmth stretching myhole. It suddenly fills me, crooking as it finds my prostate, and I groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head, yet I stiffen at not knowing what’s filling me.

“Those are my shadows, baby.” He grabs the back of my head and brings me down further on his cock, making me choke on it. “Now relax your throat and let me fuck both holes.”

“Mmmm,” I moan as his shadows stretch me once more, fucking into me so hard that it’s causing his cock to hit the back of my throat even deeper. Drool coats my chin as I choke again, making the blow job sloppy. But I don’t stop. In fact, I think he prefers it this way.

My spine tingles, and I wrap my hand around my cock. Giving it a few jerks, I groan when his shadows peg my prostate once more. It feels so fucking good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt and?—

Kaelin suddenly stops.

His shadows exit my body, and he pushes me away from him slowly. I frown, ready to argue, but then the knife is in his hand even though he never bent over to retrieve it.

“It’s time,” he says softly, grabbing my hand and getting back on his knees in front of me. “Palm up, little human.”

I flip my hand over, my limbs shaking. Instead of being scared at the prospect of spending eternity by his side, I’m…excited. I don’t know what that makes me—probably a fool. But ask me if I fucking care.

Kaelin presses the knife to the palm of my hand, then slices slowly. Blood immediately seeps from the wound, flowing like a river out of the cut. It’s so much blood it’s running down my arm and dripping onto the concrete, but he doesn’t seem concerned. It burns something fierce though, and I wonder if maybe I am crazy for doing this after all.

Then he does the same to his own hand, cutting a line down the middle until the blood is flowing down and mixing withmine. He then closes his eyes just as the candles flicker wildly, a chilly breeze coming in through the passageway. I shiver, focusing on his face as he clears his throat and starts to speak.

“Sacred blood from me to him,” Kaelin says softly, grabbing my hand and mixing our blood, “to draw Jeremiah ever near, as boundless rivers run to sea. His path to me is now clear.” The way his voice echoes in the mausoleum makes goosebumps appear all over my body, and when our hands glow a white light between them, I stiffen. “And as his heart and soul become mine, he knows our blood will bind. And until the end of time, our lives will also intertwine.”

Kaelin grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and giving it a long lick, then drinks my blood straight from the source. My hard cock throbs again, and my nostrils flare even as my hand aches and burns. “Drink.” He lifts his hand toward my lips, and I part them enough to lick the blood flowing from the cut.

My chest constricts, feeling like an elephant is sitting on it, as Kaelin continues to lick and suck on my hand. “I bind and forbid Jeremiah from ever leaving me,” Kaelin says. “From now untilforever.”

A chill runs down my spine as I gulp more of the blood down, suddenly feeling nauseous, and I stop. My chest heaves as I try to keep it down, and my nostrils flare as Kaelin narrows his eyes on me.

“Take every fucking drop, Jeremiah,” Kaelin growls. “That’s what it means to be mine.”

I double my efforts, drinking more of him in, until he all but rips his hand away from my mouth. Both our hands are still glowing a bright shade of white light, and he brings his other hand to the back of my head and kisses me. It takes me by surprise, the gentle way in which he’s doing it, and when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth slowly, I let him. Our tonguestangle together, and this time there’s no fighting for dominance. We both know who’s in charge.

Kaelin’s hand wraps around my cock roughly, jerking me slowly to the rhythm of his tongue tangling with mine. Languidly, lazily. It’s almost mindless, but when my chest feels like it’s on fire, my eyes fly open. He gazes at me as we kiss, his bottomless black eyes staring into my soul, and I cry out. It burns.

It fuckingburns.

The weight on my chest gets heavier, stealing my breath, and suddenly there’s a feeling of something being pulled from deep inside of me—outof me. I feel lighter, detached, like I’m floating on a cloud. But it burns as it goes up my esophagus. Burns as it goes out of my mouth, and when Kaelin pushes me away, there’s a bright light floating between us.

“Mine,” Kaelin whispers, his lips parting slightly. The light travels into his mouth, and he swallows it. Except I can see it through his skin, traveling to the center of his chest and settling there. It glows brightly, then begins to dim slowly. And that’s when the candles go out. “Mine to have, to fuck, tokeep.”

“Yours,” I whisper.

Kaelin is on me in the next breath, pushing me onto my back. The cold ground makes me shiver, and yet I spread my legs for him. For this man who not only owns my heart, but also my soul now.

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