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“That’s ironic. I was thinking about you too,” he said, opening cabinets until he found the glasses.
Then he went on the hunt for spoons. I rested my arms behind my head watching him zip around the kitchen until he was happy with the way the drinks were served up. Then he was in the chair he out with our drinks in hand. I sat up and scooted to the edge of the table. He grabbed one foot and then the other, and set them on his thighs as if he were afraid I’d get hurt by dangling my feet around.
I reached for one of the cups, but he held up a spoonful of the shake instead. I made a show of parting my lips just enough to wrap around the spoon. He licked his lips as I sucked the shake off the metal and the coppery notes of blood and blueberries filled my head. Leaning down I kissed him, letting him taste what I did. Spoonful by spoonful, he fed me the shake. My toes curled into the muscles of his thighs and I ran my hands over any of him I could reach. This is what life was supposed to be like. This moment right here – the edge of anticipation and the coppery taste of blood.
“I noticed they didn’t have any pineapple ones in there,” he said.
“Huh?” I blinked.
“No pineapple bloodshakes.”
“Do they make them? Wouldn’t the pineapple just break down the proteins in the blood?” I blinked.
“Not if you do it right. Maybe it’s just an us thing,” he shrugged.
“An us thing?” I grinned. “Someone’s having his memory sparked. How many vampires did you spoon feed like this before me?”
“Since I don’t remember ever doing this, I’ll say you’re the first,” he smirked.
“I like that answer.”
He stood up and cupped my chin. His lips claimed mine in a long, slow kiss sending a cascade of shivers down my back. I kissed him hard, meeting every sweep of his tongue. He guided me backwards until I was flat on the table again. Gripping my ribs, he pulled me up until my feet didn’t hang off the edge.
“Do you need a pillow?” he looked around before I could answer and grabbed the clean dish towels from the hangers and folded them up. “Up,” he motioned at me.
I raised my head up enough for him to slide the makeshift pillow under it and grinned up at him. He leaned down and kissed me hard. His tongue swirled around my mouth, playing with my tongue and my fangs. When the kiss broke, he glanced down my body, his eyes stopping on my fly. I took his hand and slid it down my belly to my dick. He squeezed and I bit my lip to hold back the moan that came from a million nerve endings all standing up at once.
In one swift, vampyric motion, Terrick had my fly undone and my pants off. From the bottom edge of the table, he leaned over me and kissed my hard dick through the black cotton of my briefs. He kissed it hard making my back arch as he slid his mouth down the cotton to my balls. His tongue drew quick zigzags over my sensitive flesh and even through the cotton it was enough to send me scrambling around for something to hold onto. Then his hand was there, resting on my chest, and I grabbed it, holding onto him as he teased me with his mouth. My heels came to rest flat against the table as I arched my hips to meet his hungry mouth.
His thumbs slid into the waistband of my briefs and tugged them off. His mouth found my scrotum again, skin to skin this time. His warm breath played over my skin and a chill shimmied down my spine as his tongue found me again, this time with nothing separating us. I gave into him, surrendering my pleasure, while my nails dug into his flesh. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth, his tongue tormenting me until I panted. Then his mouth was gone, and he picked up the glass still filled to the brim with his bloodshake.
My legs trembled, wanting more. My wolf whimpered, desperate for more of his attention, but I swallowed down the sound before it echoed out of my throat. He circled around to the head of the table again and stuck his finger into the bloodshake as if testing the temperature of it. Then he smeared it across one nipple and the other. It wasn’t as cold as I expected, but it was cold enough to send a cascade of goosebumps over my skin.
Terrick flashed me a wicked grin as he ducked his head and licked over my nipple. My back arched again as the warmth of his mouth and the chill of the bloodshake fought for control of my nerves. He licked the other nipple clean too before drizzling a line of it down my belly. My fingers played through his hair as he licked, kissed and sucked me clean before doing it again. This time the line drizzled a little lower, just beneath my navel. He stopped there, his tongue swirling over my bellybutton. I arched my back, needing him to go lower, but Terrick wasn’t done playing with his food. He finished licking away the bloodshake drizzle just to do it again. This time he poured more of the shake on me than before, it slipped and slid down my stomach in little streams heading south toward where I silently begged his mouth to return to.
His tongue followed the rivers and streams licking me clean and sending a wave of need shooting into every atom inside me. I arched my hips and he flashed me a smile that said he was enjoying revving me up. His tongue traced over the light lines between my lean muscles working his way lower but stopping before he went low enough.
Just when I thought he’d lick and suck at me forever, he sat back down in the chair and tugged from behind my knees until my feet were back on his muscular thighs. I dug my toes into him, reveling in how his muscles flexed under me. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch what he’d do next.
His long finger sank back into the cup of bloodshake. I expected him to drag it along my shaft or scrotum, but instead he reached up and offered it to me. I sucked his finger clean, teasing him by swirling my tongue around his fingertip the way I wanted to move it around the head of his dick. He pulled his finger away but didn’t slide it back into the cup. Instead he took a long gulp of the bloodshake before opening his mouth over my dick. The cold liquid shimmied down my shaft as he slid his mouth right behind, it warming me up before it was too cold to feel anything but good. I lost myself to his mouth as he slid up and down me over and over, stopping only to refill his mouth-supply of bloodshake. Everything inside me drew up tight. It’d been a while since I let anyone this close. It’d been never since I wanted someone to touch me forever like Terrick was. I arched my hips, meeting his mouth as it sank down over me, taking me in entirely. His bloodshake-sticky fingers rolled my balls around, teasing them even as they grew heavy and close to my body.
“Terrick!” His name bubbled over my lips as he pressed the flat side of his tongue against my shaft as he drew his mouth up my dick.
The corners of his mouth twitched like he might have smirked if he wasn’t so preoccupied with the task at hand. I thrust up again and his hands found my hips and held me in place. I pushed against his grip, reveling in how strong he was, but how safe his fingers made me feel at the same time. The same fingers that now held me in place while he blew up my train of thought would protect me if I needed him to.
His warm mouth slid up me again and stopped at my tip. His gaze flickered to mine as he drew crazy, erratic spirals over the head of my cock. I pushed against his grip but got nowhere except more pleasure. He held me hard as he teased me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Every inch of my body trembled as I exploded into his mouth, releasing all the pent-up pleasure his affections put me under. He teased me, drinking down that pleasure until not a drop was left.
I rested an arm under my head, panting as he leaned back in the chair, smirking and satisfied with himself. That fucking smirk as going to be the death of me.
“You taste good,” he said, leaning back to observe how limp and content his work left me. “You rest and I’ll clean up from our snack.”
I opened my mouth to say if he gave me a minute, I’d wash up the cups and the blender, but he was already moving. I turned my head just enough to watch him zip around the kitchen putting everything back as it was and then wash his hands. He dried them on a dish towel he found in the pantry before coming back to the table. He leaned over me and we kissed hard, despite my panting. I kissed him like he was my oxygen because I didn’t think I could live without him now that I met him.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared into the house.
I blinked at his sudden and speedy departure. A door opened and then another further inside the house.
“He’s looking for the bedroom,” my wolf offered up into my thoughts.
