Page 94 of Thicker than Blood
Elias sits on the bed again, lying down and pulling me on top of him. As our lips meet, I soon forget about the vampire chained to the wall, and lose myself inmyvampire’s kiss.
I’m desperate for his cock, rutting against him like an animal in heat. “No one else ever?”
“Never,” he replies, biting my bottom lip. “Only you.”
My eyes sting with unshed happy tears as I squeeze his cock between my thighs. “I need you inside me. Badly.”
“I need the same.” He rolls us over, but rises on his arms to keep his weight off me, though I don’t think it would bother me much anymore. His eyes pulse as he drags his hand down my torso before cupping my erection. “Gorgeous.”
“Please.”
“You beg so prettily.”
He moves away, and I growl. “Come back.”
Elias chuckles. “Come, darling. Sit on my cock.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I scramble up, climbing onto his lap and rubbing my crease over his naturally slick cock. “You feel so good.”
“Just wait. Your senses are heightened, remember?”
I nod, shivering as he reaches between us and lines the head of his cock up with my entrance.
“Another surprise…” He nips my chin. “You’ll always be ready for me. No need to stretch and prepare.”
“No?”
He rubs his fingers around my rim, dipping in just slightly. “So soft already. Waiting for me.”
He enters me in one long thrust. My jaw drops, and I’m expecting pain, but what I get is so much more. My body melts around his, my channel squeezing his cock like a mold, and the intense emptiness and need I felt just seconds ago is soothed.
Elias grips the back of my neck with one hand while holding my hip with the other, and as he moves within me, my eyelids flutter from pure relief.
I open my eyes to find Tristan watching with nothing but hate on his face. He could look away, but he chooses not to for some reason. A glutton for punishment?
My thoughts quickly shut out the angry vampire in favor of what’s happening between my legs. Elias pumps his hips, fucking into me with long thrusts that hit me perfectly each time. All I can hear is his slight breathing and the faint beating of his heart. I’m awed by the lack of heat or sweat on his skin and the glowing love reflected in his eyes. I hold his gaze, lost in a sea of emotions I never even hoped to experience.
I love you, Geordi.
I hear the words though his lips never move. His love is just for me, not to be witnessed by the undeserving.
I focus on my thoughts, hoping they reach him too.
I love you, Elias.
He smiles, and it’s unlike all the others I’ve ever seen. It’s pure and real, untainted by his reputation or appearances. It’s a smile just for me.
It’s not long before my body stretches even more, making room for his magnificent knot. He pounds my prostate until I scream his name as I’m overcome by unimaginable pleasure. My cock spills between us, pulsing with long streams of cum. More than I’ve ever produced before.
Elias tenses, gripping the back of my neck as he pulls my face into the crook of his. He cries my name, and when he comes, I can literally feel his release spreading through me the way his blood did before. The intensity brings tears to my eyes, but they don’t fall.
I blink several times, realizing I’m clawing his shoulders, and as his blood drips down his back, a new wave of hunger hits me and I bite, sinking my teeth into his neck.
The combination of his blood in my mouth and his cum in my ass is nearly too much. I hold on to his shoulders to keep from passing out from the overwhelm, but the more I drink, the better I feel. I glance up to see Tristan still watching, still glaring.
Pulling my teeth away from my lover’s neck, I flash a dazed smile at Tristan. “Let’s keep him, Elias.”
“What?”