Page 49 of Thicker than Blood

“Fuck me already.”

“Mm, apologies. I suppose I did get carried away at the bounty of this ass.”

Shaking my head, I push back his poetic words and release the much dirtier ones. “Put your cock in me.”

Elias chuckles. “As you wish.”

He hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me back until the head of his cock is at my entrance. Warm, slick liquid glides across my skin, and I wonder when he had time to put lube on me. When he pushes in, I brace myself for the stinging pain, but instead I’m drenched in relief. Exhaling slowly, I grip his arm around my waist and lean my head back.

“Oh gods, Elias.”

“I agree. You feel heavenly. Fucking perfect.”

We don’t move for a few seconds, both of us adjusting to the feeling of connection flowing between us. He pushes in a little deeper and then I feel the piercing. Thick metal catches my internal muscles as it passes over them, then pulls back, then catches again as Elias slowly thrusts inside me.

His hand moves to the front of my throat, gripping and tilting my head back so it almost rests on his shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I have no idea for what, but I nod anyway. “Yes, Elias.”

Elias pulls out to the tip of his cock then slams into me so hard the couch we’re on moves across the floor. Too many sensations hit me all at once, from his hand around my throat to the piercing pounding my prostate, to his teeth grazing my neck.

I whimper and moan, trying in vain to scream his name, but only garbled words escape. Elias whispers words of affection, desire, and even worship to me.

Beautiful.

Delicious.

Divine.

Addictive.

I’m pretty sure he could ask me to burn down the world right now and I’d agree to it. I’m both completely aware and totally checked out, in some strange mix of compulsion and consent. The burning secret shame I’ve kept to myself since the war is on full display for Elias right now, and I can’t be bothered to care.

“That’s right,” he whispers against my heated skin. “Feel it all. Feel everything. I can handle it.”

A hazy memory about our connection flashes in my mind. He’s tasted my blood. He knows my thoughts. I fight back the one threatening to surface. I can’t let him know that. Not him.Especiallynot him.

When he wraps his hand around my painfully hard cock, I cry out and fuck into his grip, the friction eased by my own precum. It’s at that moment he decides to bite, sinking his fangs into my vein. It’s all too much as my blood rushes to that spot. Pain radiates from the wound, but only for the briefest of moments as it’s quickly replaced by the warmest, happiest, lustiest feeling ever.

A smile tugs at my lips as my orgasm explodes deep within me, rushing like a broken dam from my cock and spilling into Elias’s hands. Elias moans, gulping down my blood and stroking me through my release. His cock swells, stretching my hole to the limit, and as he holds me impossibly close, he empties inside of me.

I fall slack in his arms, but he continues to pummel my insides and drink from my veins. He could completely drain me right now and I’d be defenseless. He could feed me his blood and I’d drink. He could ask me to turn against everything I love and hold dear, and I’d agree. Vampire dick is that good.

Just as I expect him to soften and fall away, the opposite happens. His cock swells at the base, locking us together.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling his teeth from my skin.

“What is happening right now?”

Elias gently tucks me into his body, turning around and sitting us down. My back is to his chest but I’m literally impaled on his cock. Every tiny movement has my cock jumping and trickling cum and makes Elias moan and twitch.

“Elias?”

“It’s my knot.”

“Knot? Vampires don’t have knots.”

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