Page 69 of Bleeding for the Prince
“Now, I need all the details. And you’re not leaving until I’m satisfied.” Goya tapped something into the keyboard. “I’ve opened the report. Let’s get this over with.”
Gwil wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he’d end up with a stay in the cells for obstructing the police. The sooner he got this out of the way, the sooner he could go. With patience he didn’t think he owned, he explained the plan and answered Goya’s questions. Now he had to go back to Hyax and tell him they were going to have to include DCI Dogface. At least Hyax had promised him a blowjob when he got home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Hyax had done all the mental gymnastics possible, but there was no other way to get the potion to work, and he was going to have to let Gwil feed from him. He’d reworked the timeline, and while the book wasn’t exactly clear, he reckoned he needed at least twelve hours between being a vampire suck toy and brewing the potion.
He sat cross-legged in the centre of their bed. Gwil stood by the door, looking awkward. “I get you’re not super keen about this, but you could try to act less like a reluctant bride about to be deflowered on her wedding night.”
“I am trying. It’s just something I thought I’d have more of a run-up to. I don’t even have anything that goes with blood. I could end up clashing.”
“You don’t have to deflect, Hyax. It’s okay to be nervous.” Gwil came to sit on the edge of the bed. “What did you mean by run-up?”
Hyax had been thinking a lot about Gwil feeding from him, and had come to the conclusion it wasn’t the act but the timing that had left him uneasy. “For our wedding night. I wanted to give you something that was fundamentally part of your vampireside. This just feels like I’ve had the option of giving you that gift taken away from me.”
Gwil took his hand. “We can make this special. I promise that I’ll make this good for you.”
“I don’t think my first boyfriend was this considerate,” he said, trying to inject a touch of humour.
“Wasn’t he as clueless as you? I’m sure you said he was an equally daft posh lad.”
“True.” They’d shared their first-time stories and Hyax had got the better end of the stick. “There was no bloodletting, so this will be a genuine first for me. But not for you.”
He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, not in terms of past lovers. He’d fucking kill anyone who touched Gwil now, but he didn’t feel the same about ex-partners.
“I feed for food. I’ve only ever done the erotic side a few times.” He smiled. “And never with my betrothed. I wasn’t sure you’d be willing, which is why I never asked before, and while it might feel like you’ve been forced into this, it doesn’t have to be terrible.”
Hyax knew Gwil would never force him into this situation, and he shouldn’t feel guilty and Hyax would not let him. They might have to do this for a spell, but it would still be special. Their relationship was unusual and should be cherished because of it.
“I love you, and I trust you. I put myself in your hands, knowing you wouldn’t hurt me.” He meant every word. They could claim this moment as theirs, not a prerequisite for something else, or a thing they had to get through. Gwil had brought him pleasure countless other times; there was no reason why he couldn’t do so again, just in a different way.
Gwil learned in and moved Hyax’s hair, exposing his neck. Hyax shivered as Gwil trailed a finger over his skin between his ear and his collarbone. They’d touched, kissed, fucked, so manytimes. He’d been swept up in the passion of their lovemaking and Gwil was the most wonderful man, but Hyax had never felt so flustered.
He gasped as Gwil pressed a kiss to his neck. “You’re so beautiful, Hyax.”
His voice was like honey, and he shivered in delight. Hyax tilted his head to give him better access. Gwil nuzzled into his hair, pressing kisses to Hyax’s jaw and whispering words of love and longing.
He let himself be pushed back into the pillows. His heart raced and cock throbbed as Gwil mouthed at his throat, his fangs still sheathed. Hyax felt giddy. Gwil’s hand on his hip, firmly holding him in place, and his mouth at his neck. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come without his cock being touched, like a desperate teenager.
“May I?”
The words percolated through his addled mind. It took a moment to register what Gwil was asking permission for. There was nothing he wouldn’t let Gwil do to him.
“Yes. Please. Anything.”
He felt the press of Gwil’s fangs. A slight sharpness, but then a wash of pleasure. He moaned as Gwil sucked at his throat, his body burning, the fire and desire coursing through him. No drug had ever brought him this high, and to experience this ecstasy with Gwil was a gift he’d never known he’d wanted.
Gwil pulled back. He licked his fangs clean. He couldn’t have taken much, and there were no obvious smears of blood. Hyax’s light-headedness had less to do with blood loss and more to do with the raging longing he felt for Gwil. The buzz showed no signs of receding. He wanted Gwil to fuck him; he wanted Gwil to fuck himnow.
He surprised himself by dragging Gwil in for a kiss, and even the slight metallic tang wouldn’t deter him. “I need you to fuck me.”
Gwil growled and Hyax’s cock throbbed harder. He was, in the main, the more dominant of the two of them when they made love. Gwil was happy to let Hyax do as he pleased. This was no different, although most of the time he preferred to be the top; now he would kill to have Gwil inside him.
He removed their clothes with a wave of his hand and pounced, knocking Gwil onto his back. Gwil was hard, his cock standing proud. “You’re driving, I take it?” he asked with a filthy grin.
“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, we’ll both be seeing stars for days.”
Hyax muttered a quick cleansing and lubrication spell, enjoying the sensation in his arse as he self-stretched and prepared himself. He wanted to ride Gwil’s cock as soon as possible. He leant over and kissed Gwil, possessive and demanding. Gwil was his; no one else would ever get to touch him. The spells had done their job and he was ready, taking hold of Gwil’s cock at the base and sinking down. The slight burn was joyous and welcome; he moaned at the fullness of taking Gwil inside.
