Page 30 of Envious Of Fire
Still straddling him, Kyle feels Elias testing his restraints—a little tug of an arm here, a pull of a leg there, learning quickly that he’s gotten exactly what he asked for: a tight predicament with zero give and zero chance of escape. He feels utterly and happily helpless, as giddy as a child, yet fortified with a kind of heart-pounding bravery of anticipating what’s next.
Kyle brings his lips softly to Elias’s chest. The second they touch, every bit of Elias’s senses zero in on the spot, like birds in the sky creating a perfect formation, an arrow, listening with laser-like attention. Kyle takes advantage of that by being extra teasing as he runs his lips slowly down Elias’s exposed body, taking his time in choosing where to first bite, making his man yearn for it. Kyle knows each and every pull of Elias’s desires, and he delights in them. He finds his lips at Elias’s swollen cock so soon, pulsing and full. The moment Kyle puts a kiss on it, he hears Elias suck in air. It is both like kissing steel and velvet, the texture soft, the form unrelentingly firm, powerful. Kyle kisses itagain, and again, Elias reacts with electrical awareness of every touch, movement, and breath from Kyle’s lips.
It isn’t long before the teasing becomes torture. “Kyle, you know what you’re doing down there, making me wait …”
A smile plays over Kyle’s lips as he continues to kiss Elias’s cock, up and down its length, with excruciating patience. “You are all mine to enjoy, aren’t you? For as long as I want?”
Elias gives his arms a tug, his legs, the neckties unforgiving in their knots, barely half an inch of give. “Please …”
“I know I’m making you crazy. And I plan to savor every tiny bit of it.”
“Please bite,” Elias begs. “I’ve waited for this all night, all damned night … I couldn’t take another minute of being at that party, I need your teeth in me, I need you to suck me.”
Kyle hears a noise by the door, pulling his attention.
The cat sits there, glaring, tail twitching.
“What?” Elias lifts his head up, the only part of him that has any freedom, if it weren’t for the blindfold. “Is it something at the door?”
Kyle smirks. “I guess Little Lion is worried for you. Should she be? Do you think you’re in … danger?”
Elias drops his head back to the bed, tired of it. “Kyle, I’m begging you, fuck, justbite, even if you start there, even if you start with my dick, I’m begging you,please…”
The cat lets out a distressed meow.
Kyle glances again. He’s not sure if he’s ever actually heard her make a sound before, not even a full-breathed hiss.
What is it about this night that makes everything so odd?
“Babe …?” moans Elias.
Kyle slips off the bed, moves to the door. The cat scuttles away, then glances back over her shoulder, meeting Kyle’s eyes. Kyle closes the door, says, “Sorry, Little Lion,” then returns to the bed, where his focus quite suddenly lands on Elias’s thick,muscular thighs. He slides right back between his man’s legs nearly undetected, then brings his lips to the left inner thigh, causing Elias to jerk with surprise—though with the restraints, he moves impressively little.
It only takes one kiss for Kyle’s thirst to reignite. He opens his mouth fully, baring his teeth, relishing in the taste before he has even allowed any to touch his tongue.
And finally, he bites.
Elias sucks in a breath, delirious with that specific, exquisite cocktail of pleasure and pain. The neckties creak as Elias pulls upon them, tightening them more.
Kyle’s teeth sink deeper.
The taste holds such a powerful sway over Kyle. But blood is more than just its taste, which is admittedly an acquired one. Blood is also literal life that coats Kyle’s tongue, that ignites his soul, that charges his body with a vibrant and incalculable force that makes him feel capable of anything. He is more powerful with the blood. Each dream in his heart becomes unlocked and effortlessly possible.
Kyle didn’t do drugs or illegal substances as a human. Not even a single puff of weed. But he can imagine the feeling he gets upon tasting blood with his new, transformed self is something akin to the mind-altering madness that is giving oneself to the deadly embrace of a thing that shows you paradise just as easily as it can kill you.
It’s a risk he assumes every time he tastes blood.
The risk of losing himself to the thirst.
Something Tristan warned him many times over the years would be dangerous to do.
It’s why they hardly ever tasted blood. Only human food, as inadequate as it was in satisfying any interpretation of appetite. For reasons Kyle could never fully understand, Tristan was adamant they stay as far away from blood as they could.Ithastens our transformation, he said repeatedly.I will try with every fiber of my being—including my unforgivably blond hair—to keep us human for as long as I can.Or rather…as human as we can call ourselves even now when we are so clearly…not. Yet Kyle, despite his unwavering obedience, often found himself curious about all the dangers Tristan neglected to elaborate upon.
It took meeting Elias for Kyle’s curiosity to be satisfied.
It took Elias begging to be bitten for Kyle to throw caution away and sink his teeth in, indulging himself, tasting the taboo.
Many times. Over many nights. Over many weeks.
