Page 61 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
I scoff. “Not here.”
“True,” Aries acknowledges. “Not in Eden. But across many other countries and aristocracies, things have changed. Vampires are free to choose and form quality bonds with whomever they are drawn to by nature. To explore and discover for themselves instead of being controlled. Alexander’s statement that day revealed how susceptible he is to Eden’s outdated rhetoric surrounding bonds and relationships.”
“Oh, if we’re complaining about Alexander, I have an entire list to divulge.”
Aries laughs. “It isn’t my intention to badmouth him. His comment simply emphasized what I had stated earlier regarding his immaturity. He needs more experience outside of his protective bubble. Having more worldly exploration would be good for you, too.”
“I would like that. But I think you’re being too kind about Alexander.” Flattening my palms against his chest, I push myself upright to straddle his hips. His hands keep roaming all across my skin while he talks and it’s driving me insane. “He mocks and antagonizes me like we’re still children. All he cares about is impressing the vampires around him.”
“You might be surprised,” Aries says as his hands caress and grip my hips. I trace the lines of his stomach and he subtly writhes, hardening underneath me. “What you perceive as disdain could be a façade. Misdirected affection.”
“That’s enough,” I say, throwing him a look that’s meant to be serious but falls short. Trepidation floods my chest as another desire bubbles inside. My hands are resting near his shaft and he’s definitely aroused. I want to taste him. Justsomethingof him—whatever I can have.
When I asked yesterday, he told me no. Still, I take hold of him in one palm, feeling the heft and width of him. I’m not even sure if I can fit all of him in my mouth, but I want—
“Oliver, talk to me.”
Heat warms my face as I inhale a breath. “Would you… Can I suck you? Please?” I don’t want to meet his gaze, but in the silence that follows my question, I lift my head.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.
The blush intensifies, practically burning my skin. “No, but if you let me try—if you tell me what you like—Ah—” Aries pinches my hips and it makes me jump.
He drags himself upright, laughing breathily and holding my waist. His sumptuous eyes twinkle in the dim light. “God in heaven. Do you forget that you’re purebred? That you’re practicallyroyalty, Oliver?”
“I’m not royalty, though. And what does that have to do with anything?”
“It is surreal to me,” he says, shaking his head as he smiles. “I’ve never met a purebred that was so… unassuming. Even the kindest purebreds I’ve met still carry the inimitable air of their ancestry. And yet, you don’t even exude that! Where is it? Where are you hiding it?” He looks behind my back, then lifts up my arm.
“I’m not hiding anything,” I protest, yanking my arm down. Is he changing the subject to avoid my question? “And you shouldn’t be surprised. I told you upfront that I’m a poor excuse for a purebred.”
“Not at all.” Aries pulls me closer into his body, then kisses my chin. “You are like a star shining brightly in front of me, but beyond my reach. I’m close enough to feel your warmth, but I can’t ever hold you in a way that would truly satisfy me. Even if I did, I might be burned as a result.”
Sighing, I slip my arms around his shoulders. “How many times do we have to talk about this? I’m withholding my aura—I would never hurt you and I’m not beyond your reach. I’m right here.”
“But only temporarily. This spark between us is exciting for you now, given your circumstance. But it’s inevitable that you’ll forget me, in time. You’ll move forward with your life and royal responsibilities. It’s natural.”
Frustrated, I take his handsome face in both of my palms. “I wouldneverforget you. You keep talking as if you’re the only one at risk of being devastated by this relationship, but you’re wrong. You thinking that I won’t be affected is bullshit.” I take a breath, frowning. “Are you going to let me suck your cock or not?”
Aries blinks, speechless. After a few seconds, his expression melts and gives way to a relaxed smile as he bites his bottom lip. It throws me and softens the irritation tangled in my chest.
“Alright,” he whispers. “You can.”
I lift from his lap to readjust. “Then, tell me what to do, please?” I respond. My voice is suddenly just as quiet. “How… how to make it feel good for you.”
“Yes, darling.”
Aries’s cock is, well… large. I want to say it has a distinct girth, but that word makes me cringe while his cock definitely does not.
Having him in my mouth was an experience. A good one, with certainty. But also intimidating. When he finally spread his naked thighs and I was on my knees in front of him, I felt an unforeseen pressure, like I’d eagerly signed myself up to diffuse a bomb when I have zero experience in that area of expertise.
Aries was so patient as he talked me through it and… I don’t know. Some people barrel into these situations, don’t they? Confidently and blindly. To hell with any mutual understanding or, God forbid, conversation. The first bonding attempt with Alexander was this way. Like someone had unleashed a wild monkey onto my naked body.
But I really like that me and Aries talked as we did it. That he answered my questions. The whole thing felt comfortable. A careful exploration of pleasure. Of lips on sensitive flesh.
I’m also glad that he’d done it to me first, the other night. That experience served as a guide map for how I should approach him—how to cautiously take him in my hands, and how to use my tongue and lips to pull, tease and suck. Before he even came, he tasted so sensual and earthy to my senses—like a teaser for something even more delicious.
The end result was messy, though. He didn’t want to come in my mouth, so he abruptly gripped the back of my hair and pulled me off of him. We argued about it afterward, because the sticky wetness of his orgasm landed on my face and neck. I didn’t mind, but rationally, how is that any better than his coming in—
