Page 246 of Flirting with Darkness

“Tell me.” There was no resistance at all to my demand, even though I used no compulsion.

“Please, Dav, please…I need to feel you inside me. Take me. Fuck me hard. Please…ohhh…”

Satisfaction rolled through me, and he hadn’t finished begging when I moved. Withdrawing my fingers carefully from his body, I knelt. He watched with hooded eyes as I lathered more lube on my swollen length, then hooked his thighs with my arms, opening him to me. I leaned over him, supporting my weight with my hands flat on the floor.

“Look at me.”

Again no resistance. As his eyes met mine, I pushed into the heat of his body. All I wanted was to slam home and make him mine, but I had no idea if he’d done this before.

“Have you been fucked before?” I growled, kicking myself for not checking.

“Yes.”

He groaned and tried to push onto me, but I held back. I wouldn’t hurt him.

“Dav, I’m good. I promise. Now get your dick inside me,” he demanded, frustration clear in his voice.

I let that demand slide, but only because it was exactly what I wanted, too. I watched his face, but the sight of him with his head thrown back in ecstasy was too much. Fucking hell, he was breathtaking. I groaned and captured his lips with mine, kissing him, claiming him as I inched in, pushing against the tightness of his body. He whimpered and groaned, bearing down until the internal muscle of his body relaxed and I sank into his heat. The deeper I got, the more frantic our lips and bodies became until I was grinding against his balls.

“More…” Elliot groaned, his hands fisted before he gave up trying to hold them above his head and grabbed my hips, curling his fingers into my flesh, his almost black gaze holding mine.

I grunted at the pleasurable sting of his nails scoring my skin and pulled back before thrusting inside.

“Oh, gods…so…good,” I rasped, moving harder and faster.

Lost in the feel of him and the way his hands gripped me, urging me on, I increased my pace, hammering into his tight body, our moans and pants mixing. My balls tightened, and I knew I was close. Changing my angle, I slammed into him hard. He yelled my name, his voice thick with pleasure, and I’d never heard anything so fucking hot.

“You feel so good,” I growled in his ear, his whimpers and pleas urging me on. “I want to watch you fall apart.” My fangs ached, I wanted to take his blood, to seal our bond, but no matter how good he felt, I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t. He wasn’t really mine, no matter what I said. He might never be. Fear and anger at my helplessness mixed with my lust, driving me harder.

“Oh gods, Dav, I’m so close…”

“Good, then scream my name when you come,” I commanded, driving against his prostate until he yelled, my name falling from his lips as warmth spurted against my belly. The feel of him squeezing down on my cock was too much. My orgasm exploded through me, stealing my breath until I saw stars. I rode it out, my pleasure ebbing slowly, leaving my body sated and shuddering. Sucking in some deep breaths, mini spasms of pleasure gripped me as I came down from the most intense pleasure high I’d ever experienced. Carefully I released Elliot’s legs and collapsed forward, catching myself so as not to crush him. I balanced on my elbows, reaching up to touch his flushed cheeks. My stomach tightened, a deep coldness settling in my chest, right behind that pull I felt towards him.

Slowly I pulled out of his body. I wanted to get up and leave, to run from what I’d just done, but his wince got to me.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” His eyes sought out mine, a post-orgasmic haze in their depths. He was everything I’d thought he would be and more, but I made myself look away, hardening my heart. He was right; Iwasa damned liar just as he said.

Elliot tensed, his hand cupping my jaw as I went to move. “Dav? Please. Don’t pull away from me,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

I ground my molars, my teeth creaking. This was for the best. If I got any closer or couldn’t resist the call of his blood, it would deepen our bond, and ultimately I wasn’t powerful enough to end Count Balthazar Rossi. No vampire was. If Balthazar passed a death judgement, there was only one thing I could do to save Elliot’s life. Beg. And if Balthazar honoured my request to let him live, then I would have to let Elliot go.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I leaned over and grabbed my t-shirt, my heart heavy. If my mate wanted to leave, I’d let him, no matter if it would rip my heart out. And the only way I could let Elliot go was to keep from bonding with him.

Being with me had to always be a choice.

9

ELLIOT

Birds twittered outside the shuttered bedroom window. Sighing, I reached over and clicked on the bedside light. Sleep had eluded me, not only in the last five hours, but for days. It had nothing to do with my room or the bed I was currently lying on. The damn place was the most luxurious bedroom I’d ever been in. The bed was huge and soft and covered in dark red silk bedding. There was a thick carpet that my toes sank into, and pretty paintings of the ocean and the castle hung on the walls. It was spotlessly clean and warm…and I hated it. No matter the expensive furnishing, or the wardrobe full of new clothes, it was empty—like my chest had felt since Davlov had basically thrown me out of his room.

He hadn’t listened to my plea and had withdrawn from me completely. Oh, he was still polite, always making sure I was well fed and had everything I needed, but he was as distant emotionally as he could get. Tears pricked my eyes. It hurt more than any beating or injury I’d ever endured. I’d never felt pleasure, or a connection like I had a week ago in that gym. Desire spread right through me, those memories making me hard, just like they had done every day and night since.

I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. It clearly hadn’t been as good for an ancient and experienced vampire like Dav, despite his groans and whispers to the contrary. He’d withdrawn from the dirty half-blood quicker than any lover I’d ever had. Oh, he’d cleaned me up after our encounter, he’d even walked me to this room, but he’d already left me and we both knew it.

I tried to ignore the pain of his rejection and lies, but it stung to know he was just like every other vampire I’d ever known. I guessed even for Originals, a half-blood wasn’t worth anything. I threw the covers off and sat on the side of the bed. At least a human’s blood was pure enough to drink. According to Davlov, other supernatural blood was forbidden to Originals unless you wished to mark them as yours. I scoffed. Victor had never been bothered by that kind of rule. Mades drank supernatural blood to make themselves stronger; to give them the same strength and speed as an Original, even if it was only a temporary fix.

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