Page 49 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
Steeling myself, I look down into his face. Aries stares at me with rapt attention. “In many ways, yes, you are the first, Aries. But being closer to you is also my choice. The first situation in my life where I could make a concrete, meaningful choice, and I… I want you. That ismydecision. No matter what, I would never regret it. Never.”
He may reject me in this moment. But that’s okay. Because I’ve openly expressed my desires. No matter what happens next, that counts for something.
Sighing, Aries closes his eyes and lifts a hand. Using the knot of my robe, he pulls me closer as he leans and rests his forehead against the terrycloth material at my stomach. “You are tenacious, Oliver Blakeley. A discreet force to be reckoned with.”
I raise my hands and thread them into the thick heft of his silky and dark waves. As I hold his head in my palms, I lean down. His hair is soft and fragrant against my face and nose. I breathe in. “I want you,” I whisper.
In day-to-day life, I walk around embarrassed.
Nervous, frustrated and insecure.
I try hard to be inoffensive and colorless as I interact with other vampires because this is what makes my fathers happy. A living, breathing, well-behaved beige wall in every room I occupy.
Lately, though, I feel different. Aries has told me that my feelings are valid. So, I don’t want to be colorless and meek anymore. I want to speak up and be bold. To at least try.
“Aries.” I lift his head in my hands until his lustrous eyes meet mine. His full, beautiful lips are parted as his chest rises and falls beneath his sweater. “If we made love, would you regret it later on? Do you think I would be a mistake?”
Silently, Aries lowers his head. He unties the knot of my robe. When it’s unraveled, he gently parts the material at my chest. He closes his eyes, leans in and places the softest kiss on my naked belly. I close my eyes, silently exhaling.
“No,” he whispers, and his breath caresses my skin before he kisses the space just above my navel. “You are not a mistake, and I would never regret you.” With his palms flat at my hips, he slides them around to hold my lower back. The robe falls open completely.
I’m naked and exposed to him as I stand with my fingers plunged within his hair. Every inch of me is hot with anticipation and nervousness. Excitement and immeasurable desire tingle from the top of my head and down to the soles of my bare feet.
He slides his fingertips up my lower back, tracing the subtle concave of my spine as he litters my stomach with kisses. I inhale and bite my lip as my hands rest on his shoulders, gripping the broadness of him because my knees are starting to feel weak.
Aries touches me. So gently and with such deliberate care. My eyes are bright and my shaft is fully erect. I felt emboldened a moment ago, but as I stand here naked, I’m realizing that I am very much out of my depth. Aside from the horribly uncomfortable mating session with Alexander in front of the council, I have never done anything like this with another vampire.
Aries’s hands caress down my flesh until he cups my ass with both palms. Somehow, the curves of my cheeks fit almost perfectly within his large palms. It makes me tremble all over.
“How far do you want this to go?” he asks sincerely, raising his head to meet my gaze.
“As far as you’ll allow? As far as you’ll take me.”
He breathes, laughing, and his bewitching eyes sparkle with amusement. “I’ve never met a purebred vampire like you, Oliver. And I am fairly certain that I never will again.”
Aries stands from the ottoman. Startled, I step back to give him room. But in a fluid gesture, he bends, grips the back of my thighs and lifts me so that my legs are parted and wrapped around his waist. Quickly, I thread my arms around his shoulders, hugging him and bringing our faces closer together. He feels so good like this. Warm and tangible. Solid.
It’s almost like a dream, but I’ve never dreamt about anything this sensual and exciting before. I don’t think I have the imagination for it, so it must be real.
As he carries me, I lean in and kiss him softly, then brush our noses. He smiles, returning the affection before lowering me so that I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress. I’m thinking about how I want to undress him so that he’s naked, too, but he surprises me when he stands between my thighs.
He bends down to catch my mouth and the passion bubbling between us is cautious but intense. Like water slowly boiling in a pressurized tea kettle. I grip his head with my fingers once more because I love holding him close like this—captured within my literal grasp. His palms stroke my sides and along my hips, making me squirm against the comforter.
Aries kisses into the concave of my neck, licking and inhaling my flesh. Closing my eyes, I lift my head to give him full access, wishing that I could give him consent to feed from me.
I would. If he wanted it.
“Your scent is perfect, Oliver. Delicious.” Aries’s voice is ragged as he shifts to his knees. He kisses down the center of my chest and his hands slide over the tops of my thighs. “It’s torture.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I say cautiously. My breath hitches in my throat because my heart is pounding too hard. I’m hot, painfully aroused, and my suppressed energy is pulsing and burning inside my gut with a distinct hunger. A need for something more.
What I wouldn’t give to nourish and fulfill him. To consent and allow him to have all of me—not only my physical body, but my blood and liberated essence as well. To show him how I truly feel so that there is no further question about my intention.
“Lie back,” he whispers, then lifts to kiss my lips once more before I willingly tumble flat onto my back. He pulls my ankles up so that my heels are planted against the edge of the bed-frame—so that my entire lower half is splayed open to him. He kisses along the inside of my thigh, and my nature is starting to buck up against the hold I’m forcing on it. It’s uncomfortable, but I can control it.
He speaks against my skin between kisses. “I need to taste you… May I, please?” I inhale sharply and arch when Aries’s tongue licks the underside of my shaft, then he uses his mouth to nip and suck at the flesh underneath before moving down even further.
“Yes.” The word escapes on an exhale as I grip and clench the comforter in my fists. I think I might explode from the pleasure and pressure.
