Page 32 of My Hunger, Your Soul

Another firm thigh squeeze and I gulp hard at the silence until he speaks again in a voice that has me fucking swooning, which is ridiculous on all levels. It's deep, rumbly and pure sex. Dominant. Alpha.

“That's where you’re wrong. You’re staying with me. You have no choice, even if I have to carry you kicking and screaming, or sedate you, you’re mine to do with as I please. You’re not going anywhere. So stop bitching and enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

I have no choice. Holy shit, how does he make that sound so alluring? What the fuck is wrong with me? What’s gonna happen when we get back to the house? Who cares. For the first time in my life I’m going to let someone do what they want, and like Ivan said, enjoy the ride.

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IVAN

If I could have any wish come true right now, it would be the ability to teleport this man straight to my bed. I’m crazed. Horny. Hungry. I swear I can smell his arousal. He’s trying so hard to remain relaxed, but I can hear the spike in his breathing, the heat from his body begging to be wrapped around mine. He doesn’t realize it, but tonight he is sacrificing his body and soul to me. The urges I had in the bar to get him away from the boys was on the verge of demonic. I need to stamp him with my mark, my blood.

Finally, we pull up into my driveway, and I waste no time getting out of the car and grabbing him by his arm.

“I can walk by myself you know,” he complains, but doesn't remove my hand.

“It's cute you think you have a say.”

“I have rights, I have a choice, Ivan.” He seethes at me, trying to stop my movement as we get to the door. Fuck this. I turn and lift him over my shoulder with ease, as he shouts in shock, punching his hands into my back and kicking his legs. I lift his coat above his ass and smack it. Hard. Silence. Good.

“Stop fighting. I told you I’d drag you if needed.”

He remains silent, and I open the door and head inside to be greeted by Si and Jules who are chatting in the entrance hall, and stop their conversation when they see me.

“Is that your date?” Si asks, his mouth tilting at the side in amusement. Jules just rolls his eyes at me but says nothing.

“Yep. He’s off limits, guys. Do not disturb us unless someone is fucking dying, and I mean they are literally taking their last breath,” I say in warning as I make my way upstairs.

“Ivan. Have you seen Kai? He hasn’t answered my message.”

I stop halfway up the stairs and shout down.

“He’s at the bar talking to some guy,” I say before continuing my journey.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s with Seb and Aaron,” Tyler decides to shout, and I smack his ass again.

“Ow! Will you stop that! And put me down, this is humiliating.”

“No.”

I ignore Jules, who is trying to get my attention. My focus is purely on this tasty treat in my arms. I turn left down the hallway to my room. Luckily, I’m the only one in this part of the house, so I can make Tyler scream as loud as I can without being bothered by the brothers.

Opening the door to my room, I walk over to my large king bed, covered in black sheets, and throw Tyler down onto it. His body bounces off the soft mattress before he tries to compose himself. I walk back and lock the door, only turning the bedside light on. This room is like a hotel. All blacks and whites. All sumptuous and nothing out of place.

“Take off your clothes, Ty.”

“I…I,” he starts to speak in a quiet voice.

“No talking. Take off your clothes, or I will do it for you, and you don’t want that.”

I stand at the foot of the bed and start to undress myself, wasting no time getting naked. I don’t blink, watching him hesitate before complying as I get down to taking my pants off. His eyes are glued onto my chest as he removes every piece of material bit by bit with those delicate hands. His smooth chest is exposed first, before his shaky hands move down to remove his belt, followed by his pants, socks, until he is only left in his tight, black underwear that do nothing to hide the beautiful erection that's fighting against the cotton to be free.

“Take. Them. Off,” I order as I take a step around the bed to get just a little closer. His eyes are focused on my own hard cock that is bouncing in anticipation at the thought of being inside of him. To take that sweet little ass cherry. I will be the first to taste that cherry, and I will be the last to enjoy it.

I’m unsure if Tyler is intentionally trying to tease me with his slow movements or is so nervous and distracted by me that he can’t go any faster. But my patience is wearing thin.

“Tyler,” I growl, and he loses the underwear in a swift move before dropping them on the floor. Faster than the speed of light, I’m in front of him, grabbing his hair with my fists and taking those sinful lips with mine as I devour the taste of his tongue. We both groan as our dicks rub against each other. I can feel the wetness from his as it slides against mine. He pulls away to catch his breath, looking up at me with those sweet blue eyes that are dilated with wonder and lust.

“Are you…are you going to, do it to me?” I’m slightly taken aback by the innocent and timid way he asks the question, as I’m so used to the bitchy Tyler.

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