Page 13 of Soulmates
I dump him roughly on the bed.
“Hey! What the fuck?” He scrambles up onto his hands and knees. “Why you mad, Tony?” He gets ahold of my shirt and crawls up Mickey, then flicks my chin with his tongue.
“Stop.” I cover his mouth with my hand. He bites me, pushing the heat in my belly to the red zone. So what if he’s just fucking me because I’m a vampire? I’m just fucking him because he’s got an amazing ass. Giving in, I reach for that amazing ass and grind him against me.
His hard cock rams my hip. “Damn.” I huff the word. With his fingers clawing at my chest, I wonder how long it’s going to take me to peel these jeans off his body.
I set to work on his fly, stopping when he needs my hands to pull Mickey over my head.
“You’re pretty for a dead guy.” His voice has a growl in it, like he’s close to losing control. He could, too. Unless he shifts, I can handle whatever he gives me.
To give him a taste, I grab ahold and yank his arms over his head.
“Tony.” His voice is deeper still.
I loom over him, barely giving him time to get his legs around before I’m flattening him on the bed, one thigh jammed between his legs. “Don’t move,” I whisper.
He’s breathing fast, little jerky breaths that take me even higher. I drag his jeans off, making him whimper when I catch the sensitive bits. Don’t care. His tank shirt is even easier; I rip it down the middle and latch onto one nipple, sucking and biting, not gentle at all. My incisors ache with want, but I’m determined to scratch only one itch.
Feeding from someone, sharing their blood, creates a bond. The more often it happens, the stronger that bond becomes. Connor’s death destroyed the bond we shared, and that destruction ripped me apart. Two years later, I’m still recovering. I won’t make that same mistake again.
“Fuck.” David gives a strangled cry, his hands tangling in my hair.
I grab them again, stretching him out till he groans. “I said don’t move.”
“God damn.” He comes close to a whimper.
I pin his wrists with one hand and jam my thumb in his mouth, hips rocking against his belly. He sucks, his eyes blown black. “That’s right, pretty baby,” I say. He teases the pad of my thumb with his tongue. “You gonna suck me like that when it’s my cock in your mouth?”
His cheeks hollow and the pull on my thumb has me gritting my teeth. For a second, I’m torn. I don’t want to let go of his wrists, because I like the way his body’s holding on to some tension, as if he’s half tempted to fight. And I don’t want to pull my thumb out of his mouth, because the way he’s sucking it could make me cum in my jeans.
I decide there are better uses for his pretty mouth and reach for my fly. In moments, I’ve got both hands on his forearms, my cock poised at his lips. “You did say every orifice.”
His grin takes on a wild edge. His lips part, and I thrust straight on in until I bump the back of his throat. He thrashes underneath me, and I almost lose it right there. I thrust again, zero to sixty in less than ten seconds.
He gags. Tears pool at the corners of his eyes. I could stop, but his wet heat feels too good. Besides, he’s a damned werewolf. If he really wanted me to stop, I’d be lucky to get away with my prick still attached.
I fuck his throat, ramming him again and again, until my balls tighten and I jerk my hips back.
“Fuck,” he screams. “Why’d you stop? That was so fucking hot.”
Without answering, I grab his hips and flip him over. He scrambles up to his hands and knees, but I shove his shoulders down. Yeah. Now I got what I want: his ass in the air, all sweet and round and open.
I tease my fingertips over his pucker, drilling a tip in dry. “Oh yeah,” he moans. “Do it, Guido.”
I smack that ass, hard. He squawks and scrambles away, glaring at me from the head of the bed. “What the hell? Warn a guy before you do that.”
I stare him down, gently stroking my cock. “Why? You gonna turn into a wolf or something?”
He bares his teeth and growls. His eyes, though, never rise above my waist.
“Now here’s the deal,” I continue. “You can be the werewolf princeling during the daylight hours, and tonight I’ll be a notch on your lipstick case, but my name is Trajan, damn it. If you want me in that sweet little ass of yours, I suggest you remember that.”
He catches his lower lip in his teeth, his expression somewhere between protest and mutiny. His debate takes too long. I tuck my cock away.
“Wait.” He raises his chin, his attitude tinged with vulnerability. “Will you fuck me, Trajan? Please?”
I raise one eyebrow and shimmy the jeans over my hips. “Get back where I put you.”
