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"She is easy on the eye," I admitted, trying to sound casual. "But..." I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. How did you describe the sunrise? Or a tornado? Or a tsunami that threatened to sweep your soul away.
"But you don't like her?" Cole finished, watching me closely. I shifted my weight, taking another drink.
"Like isn't the word I'd use," I said after a moment. "She's definitely going to be a challenge."
Cole raised an eyebrow, silently prompting me to elaborate.
"Within minutes of meeting her, she had already criticised how I was handling things," I explained, unable to keep a trace of irritation from seeping into my voice. "She's arrogant andshe's used to being in charge, I think. I don't know. Maybe your famous charm will bring out a different side of her."
Cole snorted. "Famous charm? My powers don't work on angels, Alastor. Which is a shame, because there's something about her that has me dying for a taste."
The jealousy sparked in me again, but his eyes were moving over my body in a way that made me look closer. I caught something off in his demeanour—an unusual pallor beneath the tan of his skin, a subtle hint of fatigue lining the edges of his eyes. Cole, ever the image of composure, seemed slightly... diminished.
"Did you feed before we left?" I moved closer to him.
He paused, looking down at the maps spread out in front of him as if avoiding my gaze. "Yeah, I did. But this heat and the jet lag..." He trailed off, shrugging as if to downplay the toll it took on him. "It's got me feeling a bit tapped out."
"Jet lag, huh?" I reached down, trailing my fingers down the side of his face and over his lips.
"Definitely the jet lag." He smiled as he looked up at me, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip. I pushed a finger between his lips and sighed as I felt the heat of his tongue flick over it.
"If you need to feed, you know I'm here for you," I said, closing my eyes as his mouth closed around my finger and he sucked lightly. Desire shot like lightning from my finger to my cock.
I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me. He released my finger and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Well then, I'd have to admit I'm practically starving," he replied, his voice low.
I bent down, my senses acutely aware of the man before me, his presence pulling me like gravity. It was an instinct, as natural as breathing, to close the distance between us.
My lips met Cole's in a kiss that was meant to be sustenance, a silent promise to provide whatever he needed. The kiss was gentle, a contrast to the raw energy that surged within me. There was no rush, no desperate hunger—this was about giving, not taking. Cole's response was immediate, his lips parting, his tongue meeting mine, and I realised how desperate he actually was. His hunger was undeniable, and it fired the heat inside me. I pulled back, picking up the beer bottles and moving them out of reach, before turning back to him and letting my eyes run down over his body, not bothering to hide the lust rising inside my own.
I heard him inhale sharply, and I stepped forward, wrapping my hand around his throat, holding him securely. I tipped his head up to look at me, and then squeezed harder. His lips parted, and I leaned in to take his mouth with mine. My tongue swiped against his, and again, and his quiet moan sent a flash of desire to my cock. As the kiss deepened, I released his throat, sliding my hand to the back of his head to sink into his soft hair. I tightened my grip, pulling back to look into his dark eyes. Lust swept over me in a dizzying wave as he began to draw from me, his powers amplifying my own desire. There was a golden gleam in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, and breathed in the simmering haze around us.
"You need me," he breathed. I nodded. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he drew more into him. "Ohhh, you need me so much..."
His eyes flew open, and he reached up, pushing the hem of my t-shirt up. I grabbed it, pulling it over my head, and he slid his hands up and over my chest as far as he could reach. Lying down we were nearly equal heights, but with him in his chair and me towering over him, dominating him, I had the advantage, and he knew it. And fucking loved it. I reached down, pressing the heelof my hand against expensive Saville Row tailoring and rubbing slowly up and down his rock-hard cock.
Cole sighed, and trailed his hands back down my chest, leaning forward to press his mouth against my stomach. He flicked open the button of my cargo pants and hooked his thumbs in the waistband, dragging them down my thighs. My boxers soon followed, my thick hard cock bobbing with the motion. I heard him inhale, but he knew the rules, and looked up at me.
"Master...?"
"Yes pet, tell me what you want." I ran my hand through his hair.
"I want to suck your cock, Master."
"Do you now?" I asked as I cupped the back of his head and pulled him forward. He looked up at me with a promise of pleasure in his eyes and I smiled, reaching down to stroke my cock. "Go on," I said. His tongue slipped out and licked the head of my cock. "More," I said, and he did, opening his lips wide, taking me into his mouth. I sighed as he flicked his tongue over my shaft, easing slowly in for just a moment, then my grip tightened, and I thrust my cock deep into his mouth. He coughed and choked around it, and I held him tight, listening to him splutter around my thick shaft.
Sliding back slowly, I let him catch a breath or two before doing it again, this time gripping his hair tightly and starting to fuck his mouth. My other hand dropped to his throat, and I groaned as I felt myself sliding down it, tightening my fingers to increase the sensation.
"Oh, pet, you feel so good," I murmured, releasing his hair so I could stroke it. I let go of his throat, bringing my hand round to lie against his cheek as I looked down at him. He looked so fucking hot with his mouth stretched around my cock.
I tightened my grip in his hair and started to fuck his mouth, feeling the balls of my feet pressing against the hard floor of the trailer as I leaned into the thrusts, fucking his mouth hard and fast now. I started to pull back, and he let out a quiet whine and pulled me back in, his throat muscles twitching, massaging my cock. I pulled back out, and he leaned forward, almost falling into me. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, and I grinned.
"You want my cum, don't you?"
"Yes, please Master, yes..."
I gripped his throat again, forcing his mouth open.
