“I don’t think I want anyone else’s blood . . .” Damien tries to get his attention, but Jacob’s eyes remain on me.
“But Killien probably will,” he says.
I nod. Yes, I’d probably prefer not to have to go through this again. If I’m going to be this horny each time, I’m too likely to give in. I really don’t wanna do that. It’s getting harder and harder to keep my mind from spiraling into indecent thoughts when Damien is close by. Now Jacob’s presence only contributes to that.
“Well—” Jacob lets go of my wrist and Damien’s hand at the same time. He stands up while we both watch him.
I feel like I’m starving, my mouth watering. Jacob’s scent and perfume are way too enticing, making me want to bury my face in his neck and sniff him. Maybe I’ve liked him since the very first time Ledger introduced us to him, and it only seems to get worse with time. It’s so wrong; he’s with Damien now. I probably wouldn’t know what to do, anyway.
Jacob kneels on the sofa, facing both of us. He sits back on his heels and rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt. Then he slowly removes his many silver chain bracelets, some thicker than others, and stuffs them into his pockets.
I feel myself losing control. His hands are beautiful, just like the tattoos that cover them. Red roses with branches full of thorns that seem to climb up his wrists and forearms, and they contrast beautifully with his olive skin. The veins on his wrists are barely visible because of the ink, but I can almost sense them throbbing as his blood runs through them. My lips part but I force them to close again. Heat gathers behind my eyes and blood rushes towards my groin at the sight of Jacob’s gentle smile.
Fuck. Why is he looking at me instead of Damien?
“I won’t let this get weird,” he reassures me. “It doesn’t have to, okay? I’m more than capable of keeping both of you in line.”
Will I need to be kept in line?
I thought Damien would be the one to misbehave, but I’m starting to feel like I’m the problem. My brother seems calm. He stares at Jacob with a whole lot of desire, sure. But it doesn’t look like his mouth is watering. Is it because he’s been into Jacob for a while now? Or is he that good at masking it? I feel like my face shows it all, and I want to run away.
“Come on.” Jacob raises his arms, one in front of my face, the other in front of Damien’s. “Just be gentle.”
Through the corner of my eyes, I catch a glimpse of Damien’s tongue sticking out. He gives a long, slow lick to Jacob’s wrist. I can’t help but look. His tongue piercing glistens, wet with saliva. His eyes light up, glowing in their beautiful shades of blue and turquoise intertwined with silver threads. Damien’s gaze remains fixed on Jacob the entire time, who takes a deep breath and presses his lips into a firm line. His eyes flicker for a second, but he fights it back. I wish he’d show me his glowing eyes, though.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.
I force my attention back to the wrist that was offered to me. I want to stop, and my brain begs me to walk away, but my body acts on its own volition. I can no longer control it. Jacob’s heartbeat is palpable through his skin as I close my fingers around his forearm. His heat is comforting, his smell so alluring that my fangs extend without my consent.
Jacob gasps softly, but I don’t look this time. I don’t want to see what Damien is doing. I don’t want to see Jacob’s face. I’m way too turned on already. If I see them, I might just . . . cave.
I can’t let that happen.
I close my eyes as the heat behind them becomes unbearable and lights them up. I don’t want Jacob to see how they glow for him and Damien. It’s wrong, so wrong. And yet . . . I don’t stop. I pull his wrist closer, feeling the pulsing veins with my lips before opening my mouth wide and sinking my fangs into him slowly and gently.
His skin tastes good. Like,reallyfucking sweet. And when his blood finally touches my tongue, I understand it all. It burns like absolute hell, much more than Ledger’s blood did. And the pleasure that explodes within me as it slides down my throat is a dozen times more intense too.
I suck, following the beats of his heart, feeling him take deep breaths to force himself to slow down. His blood is so sweet, so rich, so different to the horrible metallic taste of human blood. Almost like burning, salty lava laced with maple syrup sliding down my throat. I never want to stop, never want to let go.
Fucking hell . . . this is too good.
I lick Jacob’s wrist, unable to restrain myself, feeling the embossment of ink on his skin with my tongue. I desperately want to kiss him. Anywhere, everywhere. I want to touch him, so much so that I almost reach out to dig my fingers into the waist of his black trousers.
The amount of things that run through my mind in a single second terrifies me. I shiver at the waves of ecstasy that wash over every inch of my body with each pull. My cock is so hard that I might as well come from doing this alone. I find myself groaning into Jacob’s veins like a wild animal, lost in a kind of pleasure I never thought could be real.
Damien’s muffled moans reach my ears, creating a beautifully sinful symphony with Jacob’s faltering sighs. I’m far too gone to listen to the logical side of my brain that tells me to ignore it all. I run a hand up Jacob’s arm, digging my nails into his skin as I drag it back down. My breath is out of control, and Ican no longer keep my sucking motion slow. I’m burning in the orgasmic pleasure of Jacob’s blood penetrating every single one of my cells.
“Okay—” Jacob groans. “That’s it—” His voice drives me to suck even harder. The way it breaks like he’s horny as fuck scratches a particular itch in my brain.
I want him.
I want this to be weird.
And I don’t want to stop.
Jacob pulls his wrist away and I protest with a loud groan. I try to grab his arm and bring it back, but he’s strong enough to not let me. I collapse against the soft cushions behind me, arching my back and rolling my eyes up before closing them. It’s impossible to describe the level of ecstasy I’m drowning in. I feel his burning blood spread to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Everything tickles, in a deeply arousing kind of way.
When I open my eyes again, I can only see light and random shapes at first. My lips tremble, and my breaths are irregular. I’m not sure which noises are mine and which are Jacob’s or Damien’s, but there’s a wonderfully erotic collection of groans and deep sighs that fills the room.
