Page 17 of Reign of the Beast

His overcome reaction only excited me more and I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks. I jerked him to me and lurched forward, driving my mouth down onto his cock.

I took him deep, swallowing him whole, making him jerk and cry out in pleasure.

The dirty act of tasting his precum, lube and my ass all over his cock had mine stiffening again.

I deep throated him, rolling his balls between my fingers until he was beside himself, groaning, moaning, then growling.

I reached around him and eased two fingers into his ass. A snarl escaped him and I looked up to see him fully vamped out, his features twisted into their demonic form, his fangs glistening in the muted office light.

He fisted his hand in my hair, tugging painfully and taking me closer to the edge as he fucked my face, lost in bliss.

I twisted my fingers deep in his ass and he jolted, his body going taut.

His cock jerked in my mouth and he roared as he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat.

I struggled to swallow it all, some of it oozing down my chin.

Lucian collapsed on top of me, seemingly spent.

Or, so I thought until I heard a telltale snap.

He buried his fangs in my throat.

The initial sharp pain gave way to all-consuming pleasure as he drank deeply.

I couldn’t stand it. Every part of my body was over-sensitized, on absolute overload, and I came hard again, shuddering beneath Lucian as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He pulled back, his fangs retracting, and looked down at me, adoration sparking in his eyes.

He smiled as he let out a contended sigh and wrapped his arms around me.

“You are giving me a run for my money now.”

I looked around and down at the state of us half-clothed, covered in sweat, cum and blood.

“Good thing you have a shower in here. We should get cleaned up,” I said, starting to sit up.

Lucian tightened his hold around me, stopping me. “Not yet,” he whispered sleepily in my ear. “Stay with me.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, relaxing into me.

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~Lucian~

Glancing at my Rolex on my bedside table, I was surprised to see that I’d once again slept in.

I had always been a stickler for adhering to a strict schedule, to rising early and making the most out of the day. I never normally needed the assistance of an alarm clock to rouse me awake. My internal clock was infallible.

Or, it had been.

Until Ryker Morgan had started sleeping in my bed.

Having him with me, against me, brought me a peace that I had never felt before in my many centuries of existence. It was a sense of tranquility that my mind and body alike did not wish to leave, that sentiment consequently overriding my internal clock.

I looked down to see him sound asleep, his arm thrown across my abs, his head resting on my pecs.

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