Page 22 of Benicio

Then Benicio felt it. A sensation that ripped through him, leaving him struggling for breath. Suddenly, he saw David’s life, his cruel father, his mother dying. He saw how badly it hurt when someone called him scum and how David struggled to survive, and yet… David held no hate in his heart. None.

David looked up at Benicio, his eyes wide. “You’re my mate.”

David was his mate. His to take care of. His to hold and cherish. He couldn’t let the man go. He just couldn’t, no matter how afraid Benicio was of corrupting such a beautiful soul.

When David arched his back, his lips parting, Benicio knew the man was driving him insane with pleasure, as it washed over his body. He gritted his teeth to fight for control. Tonight wasn’t about being rough or rushed. Benicio was making love to his mate, slow and sensually.

The muscles around David’s hole flexed, and Benicio damn near lost his mind. When Benicio glanced down at his mate, David was frowning.

“I never expected that. I mean, sure, it was a possibility, but the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.”

“Now who’s in their own head space?” Benicio leaned down and kissed him. “Stay with me, David.”

“Oh, I’m with you.”

Benicio reared back and grabbed the other leg, pushing them forward as he glanced down at his cock pushing and pulling from his mate’s ass. “You are so damn beautiful.”

His mate’s balls were drawn tight to his body as David began to twist and struggle underneath him. Benicio knew his mate was close. He could not only tell by the way he moved but by the glassy look in David’s eyes.

They were filled with raw pleasure.

Benicio thrust inside the hot depths of David’s body, groaning on every stroke at the tight heat clasping him. His fingers curled around David’s ankles, holding them as he began to thrust harder.

“Yes!” David hissed.

Benicio could feel the white-hot fingers of fire moving down his spine now. His thrusts became feral and erratic as he fought for release. Benicio wanted to fly the same time David did. “Stroke your cock, baby.”

David’s hand moved down his stomach, and then his fingers curled around his bouncing cock, stroking it at a rapid rate. The pre-cum was leaking faster, dripping down the sides of David’s fingers.

The sight and scent drove Benicio close to the edge, dangling him over the abyss, and then Benicio fell, flying free as his entire body shattered. David’s body arched, his eyes widened, and he stared at Benicio in a daze for a second before his cock began to spurt white ribbons of seed.

His mate’s climax milked Benicio’s cock in a vise grip, tearing his own release from his body, making Benicio howl out at the intensity.

Then David sank his fangs into Benicio’s neck, gripping the back of Benicio’s head and drinking from his jugular.

The experience was intoxicating, driving his orgasm higher as he ground his teeth and buried his still-throbbing cock all the way inside David’s body.

He shuddered when David licked the wound closed. This had been the best sex Benicio had ever had. There was no way he would keep David at arm’s length. That wasn’t going to happen. They were bonded now, and David’s days of running from Benicio were over.

Chapter Seven

David lay there in Benicio’s arms, confused. Not because he was Benicio’s mate but because the ancient vampire hadn’t feed from him when they were having sex. Also, maybe more concerning, David had seen Benicio’s life. It was like a fast-forward button had been pressed, and in those precious seconds, David had seen so much.

Now he was trying to sort things out in his head, because some of the stuff David had seen confused him.

Benicio’s chest was against David’s back. His hand was splayed over David’s stomach. “I killed my father.”

David frowned, unsure what to say or how to react. “Why?”

Benicio’s chin was resting on the top of David’s head. Their legs were entwined. It was the safest David had ever felt, yet…

“I guess now that we’re mates, I can share a little more with you.”

A little more. Not everything. For now, David would take that. Benicio had been nothing but an enigma to him, and David had been dying for answers. Like, why was Benicio in so much pain?

“I’m listening,” he said.

It took ten more minutes before Benicio finally spoke. David guessed that, at Benicio’s age, he didn’t rush to do anything. He had a few millennia to perfect the art of thinking things through before saying something out loud.

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