Page 60 of Mongrel
Twin points of pressure send a jolt of arousal to my needy cock. Bowie’s fangs slide into my flesh, cool as ice. My blood rushes like fire from the vein to meet them, coppery scented and hot. His lips close over my neck. He sucks.
We’re soaring.
I clutch him tightly to my body. He returns my desperate embrace with fervor. His strength dazzles me. Locked together in this glorious exchange, we rise to the stars.
Bowie’s moan vibrates against my skin. My cock is a steel rod between us, eager for his touch. I thrust against his belly, tender skin rutting against the fine fabric of his coat. He takes pity on me and reaches between us to finish what we’ve started, curling his fingers around my shaft with a firm hold for me to push into. Perfect.
I press into his fangs, then his fist, the dueling points of pressure bringing me so high I could touch the moon. My heart races in my chest, my breath catches in my throat, and I’m hurtling over the threshold with Bowie in my arms.
Shuddering against him, my body quaking through its release, I let out a long cry of agonized pleasure. Ecstasy so deep, I feel it from my toes all the way to the place Bowie’s teeth are buried in my neck.
I’m still trembling when he slides them from my flesh and licks the wound. His tongue brings another kind of bliss. A feeling of being cared for, cherished, protected. Like I’m special. Desirable. A host of emotions I thought I might never experience before Bowie came into my life well up inside me. I relish the moment, safe in his embrace, my panting breaths slowly evening out.
Bowie kisses my throat, my ear, my cheek. I turn to catch his lips. He tastes of my blood, a savory mix of salt and metal. I lick it from his mouth.
He’s still holding my cock as it softens, which feels more intimate than all that’s come before. Unbearably so, but I endure it because I want to give him everything.
I knew he could drink without hurting me, and now he knows it too.
He smiles against my lips, presses one more kiss, and draws back. “Thank you.”
My heart is full to bursting. I don’t say anything. No words would adequately express the depth of my affection for him.
Bowie lets go of my cock and brings his messy hand to his mouth. My eyes threaten to leap from my face as I watch him lick it clean. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so erotic as his pretty pink tongue lapping my cum off his fingers. I’m going to pass out if I don’t remember how to breathe soon.
“You’re delicious,” he murmurs. “Every last part of you.”
Another burst of pleasure sweeps through me at his words. My face burns. Our scents are mingled so thoroughly the wolf has decided Bowie belongs to us.
I could lie here all night, but reality comes creeping back. We have a job to do. Bowie must see it in my expression because his own clouds over. What will our future be once we find the girls and return them to safety? Will we always have this? I want to, but I also know better than to take one minute for granted. Nothing is guaranteed.
“I wish we’d met before…this,” he says. “I feel like I’ve known you forever. My precious Andras.”
Nodding my agreement, I stroke his cheek and jaw, running fingers along the bones beneath his skin. “You’re warm,” I note with a hint of surprise.
“You’ve warmed me. Your gift.”
I’m staring into the great blue sea of his eyes when I realize I’ve come and he hasn’t. “What about you? Let me—” I go to push him onto his back, but he resists.
“I’ve never been more satisfied. Truly. And though I wish I could keep you naked in my arms for hours on end, we must be going.”
He’s right. I know it. But it’s still difficult to leave this cocoon of intimacy we’ve created.
Bowie pats my naked bottom. “Up you go. Four feet, my dear. And do not neglect your stomach this time. I insist you hunt when you have the opportunity. Promise?”
“Promise.”
* * *
We passanother night of brisk travel north toward Csejthe. A young deer not swift enough to avoid my jaws ensures I keep my promise to Bowie.
The trail is so easy to follow even Ozor could have managed it. Thinking of my pack only makes me glad I left them. Except for Ava, of course. I miss her deeply. Oh, the stories I have to tell her when I return, though perhaps with some carefully crafted editing for decency’s sake.
The hours tick along unmarked as my nose to the scent becomes my primary focus. My concentration is so deep I’m startled when another presence comes barreling out of nowhere to greet us. Hackles raised, I leap in front of Bowie without thinking, ready to defend him.
A man stands with both hands raised. Another vampire. He must be. The way he materialized was too fast for my eye to see.
“Whoa, easy there, wolfy.” The vampire takes a backward step when I don’t back down.
