Page 27 of Thorn of Sorrow

His complete surrender.

Trusting me in a way that sent my heart soaring.

I took his cock down my throat, using the muscles to squeeze his shaft. Kyson gasped, his hips hitching, soft moans escaping him.

His erection was rock-hard, pre-cum wetting my tongue. He gripped my hair as I engulfed him over and over again, tracing the heavy vein with ravenous hunger. A deep, salacious moan filled the room when the tips of my fangs scraped against his cock. The scent of his blood called to me, almost casting a spell over me that I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight. His scent had always enticed me, always made my gums ache as I fought the urge time and again to feed from him.

With intent, I nicked the heavy vein running down the side of his erection. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to taste him for the very first time. Kyson tensed at first, then his body relaxed as I lapped up the tiny dots of blood.

The taste of his blood on my tongue shattered something inside of me. Caused my control to slip. A control that had been razor-thin to begin with. The monster took over. My craving was almost consuming. I felt the moment my eyes began to glow red, felt the darkness climbing its way out. My fingers gripped his thighs tighter, pulling him closer, my thirst warring with my need to protect him.

Just when I thought I would give in to my instincts, to drag him under to the murky depths, Kyson’s back arched. He cried out my name, his cum pulsing down my throat. Greedy, I swallowed his seed, desperate for it. The way he said my name in reverence had somehow beaten back the monster.

But for how long? Kyson was a temptation I wouldn’t be able to resist for too long. Although the monster had receded, it hadn’t gone far.

Unsure if I could control it if it returned, I reared back and shoved my slacks and underwear down my thighs. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing.

“You want to feed from me,” Kyson said, gazing at me. “I felt you almost lose control.”

“Either let me make love to you or let me flee.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was raspy, part mine, part darkness, and I feared the option of escaping was already too late.

Kyson grabbed my shoulders, yanking me to him. I braced my arm just in time to avoid crushing him with my weight. His slim legs curled around my waist, my cock still fisted in my hand.

“Fuck me, Giovanni,” he begged breathlessly. It wasn’t what he said but the need reflecting in his eyes. He wanted me. Actively. Desperately. Completely.

I lined the head of my cock against his entrance, praying I could wait long enough for my pre-cum to lube and relax his ring of muscle. My hand trembled, my thirst beating against me like a relentless drum, pounding against my temples in continuous waves that nearly made me succumb to its lure.

My breathing was labored. My gaze dropped to his neck. My voraciousness caused my mind to slowly sink into a red haze.

No!

“I never wanted you to see me like this.” My gut clenched. My throat was bone-dry. My fingernails threatened to extend. Kyson would see a side of me I used to revel in, a side that had once thirsted for carnage.

The side of me my parents had created through brutality until I was nothing more than a killing machine. Heartless. A savage beast. A creature of unimaginable darkness rivaled only by Malachi.

I wanted to rip at my flesh, to beg the gods not to show him my true reflection, to bury the part of me I hated so damn much.

A warm, soft palm pressed against my jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing my cheek, tracing a path of fire over my skin. His gaze was tender, filled with so much trust that a whimper tore from my throat.

“Kyson.” The word was a desperate plea.

“Fuck me, Giovanni,” he repeated but added, “And feed from me if that’s what you need.”

With a growl, I drove my cock inside his ass, caught on the edge of an abyss as tight heat mercilessly gripped my erection. He shouted, his face pinched, his palms resting against my chest.

But he didn’t push me away.

I punched my hips forward, ruthlessly, his ass squeezing my prick as I yanked him down onto my cock.

Then I struck, my fangs sinking into soft flesh. I pinned him under me, as if afraid he would try to pull away, but I knew damn well escape was an illusion. My lips pulled at his neck, and I swallowed the ambrosia fervently.

The haze that had begun to engulf my mind began to clear. I drank more slowly, more compassionately, my hips gentling into a rhythm Kyson could keep up with. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, comforting me in ways that nearly brought me to my knees. The melodic sound forced my darkness to fully recede, the beast content for the first time in my life.

I eased my fangs free, licking over the pinpricks I’d left behind, then I nuzzled Kyson as I continued to thrust my cock inside his ass. “You feel like heaven, petit oiseau.” I kissed each eyelid. “A sliver of paradise I don’t think I can live without.”

“Are you still thirsty?” His hands cupped my neck, his body rocking with each surge forward.

“No.” I slid my nose along his jaw until my lips reached the delicate curve of his ear. “The beast sleeps.”

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