Page 15 of Eternally Owned

“Yes, and she’s deep into it. She won’t wake for some time, I think.”

“Good. I need you for a while.”

Hex raised a brow in question, but saw how hard Aleron’s cock grew between his lean thighs. His own filled with need. He rose from the bed, as naked as Aleron was.

They came together in the middle of the room, and Aleron pushed him back with strong hands, until he was against the wall. Aleron slid down, kneeling on the floor in front of him, and took his cock into his mouth.

Hex moaned, pleasure rising, his cock hardening. And Aleron’s sleek mouth moved up and down on him, sucking, his tongue drawing over the head. So damn good, that powerful mouth. His balls tightened, drawing closer to his body, and his hands went to Aleron’s shoulders, hard as stone, yet the skin as soft and smooth as polished wood.

Aleron sucked him deeper, and he pumped his hips, driving his cock down Aleron’s throat. He heard Aleron’s groan, glanced down and saw that he had his hand on his own cock, the rigid flesh driving into his pale fist. Desire kicked hard into his gut. He wanted to take that beautiful cock himself, into his mouth, into his body.

“Aleron, let me take you. Let me fuck you.”

Aleron pulled his mouth away long enough to murmur, “Not today. Today you are mine.”

He sank his teeth into the head of Hex’s cock, and it was pleasure and pain, searing, hot, indescribable. His body shook, and he came, hard, as Aleron sucked on him. And he could feel it through Aleron’s mind, through his body—the sweet taste of come and blood on the tongue, the musky scent of arousal, of Aleron’s ancient flesh, and in the distance, the scent of Nissa as she slept in the big bed.

But there was no time to think of any of it. Aleron had him in his hands, his fingers digging into Hex’s flesh as he was pulled to the floor. Aleron was on him, pushing him down onto the silk carpet, amid the swirls of amber, black, and midnight blue, the texture soft against his hands and knees.

He knew Aleron was lost in blood lust, that, ancient as he was, he could do him real harm in such a state, but he didn’t care. The scent of it was on him too, that base, animal edge, and he wanted it nearly as badly as Aleron did—the pure, driven fucking that only another vampire could withstand.

He braced himself on hands and knees, his cock hard as rock once more. Aleron crouched over him, his teeth scraping the back of Hex’s neck. He felt that wild stab of need, deep in his belly, the scent of his own blood driving him higher as it dripped down the side of his neck.

“Just do it, Aleron. Come on.”

A quiet roar from Aleron before he wound a rough arm around Hex’s waist, pulling him in tight, and sank his hard flesh into his ass.

Hex groaned, pleasure shafting into his body as Aleron began to pump into him.

“You are mine, Hex. Now.”

“Yes…”

Thrusting hips, driving Aleron’s rigid shaft ever deeper, driving pleasure just as deep. He moved faster, his plunging cock hard and punishing, but Hex pushed back against him, opening himself further, his arms shaking with the effort.

“Fuck me, Aleron. Harder.”

“Goddamn it, Hex…”

Aleron was gasping, his hips plunging wildly, the sound of flesh hammering upon flesh like thunder in the room. Then Aleron’s rough hand on his chin, forcing his fingers into Hex’s mouth.

“Drink,” he commanded.

And as Hex bit into his fingers, Aleron bit hard into the back of Hex’s neck, his eyeteeth sinking deeply into his flesh. Blood upon blood, they both drank, Aleron’s cock pumping into his ass, his fingers pumping into his mouth, his ancient blood pouring down his throat. Sweet and salty and pure.

Aleron drank, sucking hard, fucking him so hard he could barely stay on his knees. His cock was pulsing with pleasure, and his mind was beginning to spin. He felt too much of Aleron, felt his pleasure, his pain, his old grief. And even as he climaxed, his come spitting out into the air as Aleron came, pumping hard into his ass, he knew they both understood this was the last time they would be together.

Nissa stretched, her muscles stiff from too much time in bed. How long had she been there? But she felt rested. She felt wonderful. And for the first time in days, she was alone.

She listened for any sound of movement in the big house, but heard nothing.

Maybe Hex and Aleron were out? It didn’t matter. She knew they’d be back eventually. They wouldn’t leave her alone for long. She trusted them to come back to her, to care for her.

It was strange, this sense of being cared for, something she hadn’t felt since she was a small child, with her grandmother. And at the end, it was she who had cared for Nana, their roles reversed. There had been no going back to being a child after that. There had been no one to watch out for her in a very long time, and never a man. She’d never let anyone that close, had never wanted anyone to take care of her. Not that she needed it. But it was lovely and heady and intoxicating in a way she hadn’t expected, perhaps because being cared for by someone had never occurred to her.

Throwing back the covers, she got up and moved toward the bathroom, the bedroom rug soft beneath her bare feet, the room lit by one small lamp on an antique wood table with delicately carved legs. Outside, the sky was dark through the sheer curtains, the moon and stars obscured by the London fog. She glanced about for her clothes, but didn’t see them. When had she last worn clothes? She hadn’t needed them. Hex had brought her meals in the big bed, rich, spicy dishes he had prepared himself. She’d only been up to shower, which was where she was headed now.

She’d come to love the enormous, luxurious bathroom. Her entire flat could have fit in there. It was all done in white marble, the towels the heaviest, most plush white. The enormous mirrors, even the light fixtures, were gorgeous. And the shower itself… it was a huge expanse of marble and glass, with a bench seat built into it, multiple shower heads in shining chrome. Reaching in, she turned the hot water up high, and stepped under the steaming spray.

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