Page 24 of A Seed Of Peril

There wasnothing but peace and tranquility. The fire continued to burn while my man and I laid in bed, spent and satiated. I sipped on more animal blood from its bag, about a quarter of it left. We didn’t speak; we just enjoyed each other’s presence.

Until I broke the silence.

“I hope I haven’t been burning through your stock.”

When I turned my head, I saw Dominic shaking his head, staring at the ceiling. Naked too under the sheets, one of his legs was uncovered. With the sheets messy at his waist, I was tempted to tear them away and play with his cock. I bit the inside of my lip, moving my hand somewhat closer to him as I thought about it.

“No. There are plenty of animals to sustain him. But we have enough emergency stock in the event of a shortage.”

“Humans?”

He nodded. “Mhm.”

On and off, I had thought about what human blood tasted like. What it smelled like. In hybrid pregnancies, it wasn’t advised for the mother to regularly consume it. Something about it affecting the baby’s thirst, causing its vampire side to become stronger and more powerful, which put the mother at greater risk of complications. My curiosity hung over me, regardless. Julie only said it wasn’t advised; she never said it was off-limits.

Walking two of my fingers between us and across Dominic’s hip, I led them to his cock, caressing him over the sheets. A small, satisfied moan rose in his chest. He threaded his fingers together and slid his hands behind his head.

“What do they taste like?” I thought out loud.

I then slid my hand back up toward Dominic’s stomach as he turned his head, our eyes unwavering from each other. The man was nothing short of a stunning beauty. It was as if God took extra time while sculpting him, chiseling his features with razor-sharp precision. His tousled hair splayed on his pillow begged to be played with.

He lowered an arm and pulled back the sheets, flitting his eyes to himself and then back at me. He arched his brow, his expression telling me he wasn’t done with me teasing his cock. I first passed him my now empty bag of blood and then reached again for his cock as he placed the bag on his nightstand. I slowly stroked him, rubbing my thumb around his tip.

“Damn,” he murmured, replacing his hands behind his head. “What was your question again?”

I laughed, causing his cock to stir in my hand, hardening further. Another, deeper moan left him. He closed his eyes.

“Humans… What do they taste like?”

“Well, I can say that you, personally, taste like honey-dipped dragon fruit with a hint of sweet, sweet strawberry.”

Momentarily taken aback, I looked at him in amusement, shaking my head. This man…

“Wow,” was all I could say.

He chuckled, smiling.

“But no, smartass,” I went on, laughing. “I meant… Well, you know what I friggin’ meant.” I stroked his cock at a steadier pace, smirking when he wrinkled his brows and wet his lips.

“You’re asking me to describe the impossible. There is only euphoria and frenzied exuberance. That first drop of blood ignites the spark that quickly leads to pleasure so sublime…Thebest sex you could ever experience holds no candle to it.”

All his words did was make me hungrier for a taste and hungrier for more ofhim. The longer I worked his cock, Dominic rocked his pelvis into my hand, tensing and licking his lips. He bent his leg, gripped his thigh, and angled himself toward me, speaking Italian under his breath. I didn’t want him to come yet, at least not on the sheets. I wasn’t done having my fun.

I let him go. Dominic groaned in displeasure, opening his eyes. His brows drew low over his eyes as he watched me sit up on my knees, gently pushing him back down on the bed. He hummed satisfactorily while spreading his legs for me. I took him into my mouth, bobbing my head, holding his hips.

“Fuck,” he growled, fucking my mouth to my rhythm. He fisted my hair. “Bellissima… Your mouth… Fuuuckk.”

Dominic was close. So fucking close. I shifted and pressed my palm into the mattress, stroking him with my other hand as I sucked, bobbing my head faster. His cock was thick, filling with his release. Power swirled through me when he began to squirm and whimper with need. A man like Dominic, a feared mafia don becoming so vulnerable, falling under my complete control and mercy… He was putty in my hands, and I loved every fucking second.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped. “Swallow every fucking drop.” He fucked my mouth faster, breathing heavier. He was right where I wanted him. “Fuck.” He fisted my hair tighter but not enough to cause any real pain. “I’m… I’m gonna… Oh, fuck.” Dominic grunted, spilling his seed down my throat as I drank every warm, salty drop. As he came down from his orgasm, he made little noises, like his release was the ultimate relief. I sucked the tip of his cock before I was done, licking his slit. He let go of my hair, and I looked up to see him staring at me, satiated. Calm.

I crawled over him and bent low to kiss him, gently taking his lip in my teeth, tugging it before letting it go. He lifted his head and kissed me with more force, more passion. Rolling me onto my back, he straddled my hips, his now flaccid cock brushing against my belly as we continued to kiss like we hadn’t in days.

* * *

Laying snuggled against Dominic,our son kicked, bringing more noise to the thoughts I tried shooing away in the shared silence.Did Dominic want him to be part of the mafia? Did he want his son to take his place when it was time?Honestly, leaving our son out of this life wouldn’t bother me. Was it ultimately our son's choice? Yes, but I wanted him to make the choice himself at eighteen, not have it made for him beforehand.

“Dominic?” He hummed a noise of interest. “I wanted to talk to you.”

---