Page 68 of Thorn Evermore
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to block out his request. I’m too sensitive, too overstimulated. I may not be able to control myself with one more taste.
“I want to come,” Kyson whimpers. “I want…” He gasps, his whole body shivering. “Fuck. So close. Please, Thorn. I want to come with your teeth in my neck.”
“Fucking Hades, Ky,” I moan as my gums throb. “You’re dangerous.”
He shakes his head, leaning back slightly. “I want to feel it again. I want you to have it. All of me.”
“We need to talk through it.” I blow out a breath as my cock twitches, but I manage to hold back my orgasm.
“Just a taste,” he whimpers. “You can do it.”
I drop him to his feet, twisting him around to press his chest to the floor-to-ceiling window in my room. He pops his ass out, his fingers leaving streaks on the glass.
“Fuck.” I squeeze his ass cheeks before slamming into him again.
He presses his cheek to the glass, whimpering my name and taking every single rough thrust I deliver. The sight of him like this, splayed out and accepting anything I do, pushes my beast beyond my ability to hold it back.
I grip the front of his neck, pulling him back enough to capture his mouth in a kiss. His tongue hungrily tangles with mine, and he reaches behind to claw at my hip.
Before I can stop myself, I plunge my fangs into the pulsing vein in his neck. Kyson tenses, crying out as his orgasm rips through him. His body clenches around my cock,milking my own orgasm to the surface, and the two of us ride the wave while I gorge myself on his blood.
I’m vaguely aware of his cum splashing against the glass, the sound of my name streaming from his lips, the way my own cock pulses inside him, but what demands my attention is the taste of his blood, his scent, and the knowledge that I’m taking too much but I can’t make myself stop.
The logical part of my brain that still exists is smothered by the bloodlust, the beast inside me, and the desire to make my mate eternally mine.
“Thorn,” Kyson whispers, his voice weak. “It’s happening. You’re doing it.”
He slumps in my arms, and I carry him back to the bed, my cock still buried inside his soft hole. I’ve gone too far now. I have to see it through. Using my thumbnail, I slash my wrist.
“Open your mouth, darling,” I whisper, kissing his neck. “Drink up.”
Kyson is pale and weak, but has a dreamy grin on his lips as he parts them, accepting my gift. As he drinks, latching on like a starving man offered a meal, my chest swells with pride and love and so many emotions. This is it. I did it all wrong, but somehow it doesn’t matter. I know Kyson wants this life with me, and I know it was right to give it to him. I gently pull out of him and lay him on his back.
Now for the hard part. Helplessly watching his mortal body die. His eyes snap open with terror.
“It’s okay, darling. I’ll be here.”
“Wha—” He squeezes his eyes shut, gasping.
“You’re dying, but don’t worry, you’ll be born again.”
“You did… it.” His voice is weak, but his smile is bright. “You… made… me…”
I brush hair from his forehead, almost certain I could cry with joy myself. “I did. I hope you really wanted it.”
He pats my chest. “So… happy.”
His smile is cut off by a cry of pain as he clutches his chest.
“I’m sorry, lover,” I whisper. “This part sucks, but it’ll be over in a few minutes.”
Kyson nods, his face contorted in pain. “Then…?”
“Then you’ll be a vampire.Myvampire.”
“Ev… ever…”
Smiling, I kiss the tip of his nose. “Evermore.”