Page 78 of Over the Emerald Valley
The little hairs on Temaj’s nape bristled, and his every nerve sang for more. More of this. Between them, his cock hardened and throbbed. Temaj ground himself against Solon, writhing in his lap and coaxing him to hardness as well.
The ache in his head receded to a dull memory while his body came alive in Solon’s arms. Their combined moans rose in a chorus of pleasure. Solon’s rumble deep in his throat vibrated against his chest, in his veins.
Clinging to his lover, Temaj pressed into the bite. Though the urge to give himself over to sensation, to abandon all reason and sink into the luxury of the abyss threatened, he must keep his wits about him. He needed Solon to continue. To take enough to be sure it would work. Abasi had nearly drained Solon dry, and now Solon must do the same to Temaj.
His hips rocked of their own accord, seeking pleasure. Temaj could come like this, with just the motion of their cocks trapped between them, only two layers of linen in the way, so heightened were his senses.
But he held back. There would be time for that later.
He fought to stay alert as his vision grew cloudy and his fingers and toes tingled. The sound of Solon swallowing, swallowinghis blood, rang loud in his ears.
A prickle of fear sparked low in his belly and coalesced into panic.
“Solon.” His voice came out husky. His mouth was too dry and his throat too tight.
Solon only held him tighter and continued to drink.
Temaj forced a shaky breath through his nose. He shivered, his muscles weakening. “Solon, too much.” Barely a whisper. Temaj brought his hands between them to push him off, only to find he had no strength.
This wasn’t the problem he’d anticipated. He’d thought Solon might not take enough, might not go through with it, but what would happen if he took too much? Temaj might not come back.
At least it would be a gentle death. His entire body thrummed with pleasure. It would be so easy to give in.
His lids grew heavy and fell closed. “Solon, stop…”
Sounds slipped away, leaving only the quiet of his mind. Images came and went. Solon’s face the day they met, shocked to see him delivered to his room nude. Their messy bed after a good tumble. His big hands, prominent veins bulging as he fought Abasi with everything he had. Temaj finally had someone to fight for him…
He could die happy.
“Temaj!” Hands gripped his face too hard. “Temaj! Oh no. Temaj, hurry, drink this.”
The scent of blood.
“You have to drink.”
That stench. He didn’t want it. Water maybe. Not blood.
“Open. Drink.”
Wetness dribbled against his lips. Reflex sent his tongue to lick at it, his response sluggish and weak.
Copper-spiced nectar lit his mouth on fire. A sudden need rushed from his depths to his mouth.More.He swallowed. The liquid burned a trail to his gut.More.He could hardly move, but he could drink.More.
“That’s it.” Solon’s voice. Relief. “Go on, suck. Take more, Temaj. Drink.”
An arm wrapped beneath his head and lifted him upright. How had he gotten to his back? As he gulped one mouthful after another, feeling returned to his limbs, to his appendages, like a thousand needles all pricking at once.
Temaj writhed against the onslaught. Though the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted flowed freely, the pain intensified until even his ears were burning. And still, the world was dark, his mind cluttered with memories, his senses overwhelmed. Confusion set in.
Panic clawed at him. He grabbed the wrist at his mouth and clenched. Dug his teeth in.
The more he drank, the more came back. Blood. This was blood in his mouth. Solon’s. His. Abasi’s. It was happening.
Solon offered no resistance. His arm was limp in Temaj’s clutches. He hissed when Temaj bit deep, but didn’t pull away. If anything, he held Temaj closer with his free hand.
As Temaj grew stronger, Solon weakened. Despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Everything in his body screamed for him to continue.
Until Solon collapsed against him, and reality slammed into him like the blow of a hammer. Minutes ago, he’d been afraid Solon would kill him. Now it was Temaj who’d taken too much. He ripped his mouth from the wound, forced Solon’s arm away, and drew in great heaving lungfuls of air instead.
