“Or what really gets me going is imagining you between my legs, sucking my dick into the back of your throat, before sinking your teeth into my thigh.” He moaned, his eyelashes fluttering closed. “Can’t you imagine it? Drinking my essence from such a private place before plunging your cock into me? I?—”
Diving on him and pressing him into the bed, I cut his words off with my mouth on his, unsurprised when he quickly licked over my fangs, groaning like they were the sexiest part about me.
Trusting my nature to take over because I was here, with him, and I knew the beast inside of me would never hurt our anchor, this human man who’d become so precious to me, I willed my nails to grow and sharpen. Divesting him of his clothing happened in seconds as I shredded his shirt, pants, and underwear with a few flicks of my wrists, careful not to pierce his skin.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Scotty moaned.
Gazing down at him, wondering if I was really going to do what he’d fantasized about. Not his wrist, never his wrist, andas appealing and enticing as the creamy skin of his neck was, I wanted more. I wanted to lick his hole and suck him down. I wanted to sink my teeth into his femoral artery and take what I needed to win the fight ahead. I wanted to own him.
“Are you sure?” I growled out past my teeth.
He pressed his hands to either side of my face. “Take me, Ego. Make me yours.”
Confidence that I’d never had anywhere but on stage rose up in me, and I smirked. “You are mine.” Then I dove down his body to take what was mine.
Chapter 24
Scotty
He dove down,pushing my legs back and eating at my ass like it was his favorite snack. I’d never noticed before, but his tongue had to be longer with his vampiric nature coming through because it felt like he was licking straight to my heart as he lapped at my prostate.
“I’m going to get you so nice and wet for me,” he promised.
Clutching at his hair, I gave in to the sensations. It was hot as fuck, definitely the hottest experience of my life, and we’d just gotten started, but it was special, too. The way he gently, carefully trailed the pads of his fingers across my skin. It would be so easy for him to get lost, but he was still mindful of me, treating me like I was precious.
Becoming his anchor and being forced to spend time with him—no, I’d been gifted the ability to continue spending time with him, I admitted to myself. I hadn’t been coming here just out of a fascination with vampires, but because, in his loss, his grief, I’d finally gotten over myself enough to see his humanity.
And Ego’s humanity was sweet and selfless. He touched people with his music, even now that it was darker, grittier. As Ego The Popstar, he’d used words like a shield to protect himself. I saw it now; how it was his armor.
But as Dead Air, his lyrics were his truth. They reflected the pain he carried inside. Not just from his attack, but the trauma he’d kept hidden in his heart before. Now he shared it liberally, honestly, and it was impacting not only me, but people all over the world.
After one long lick, he peered up at me. “Is this okay?”
Panting, I said, “You better not stop.”
He gave me that sexy smirk that I used to find so irritating, but now found endearing. I liked him like this. I maybe even loved him like this, as long as it was all for me.
“I haven’t even gotten started,” he growled before swallowing me whole, letting my dick bump into the back of his throat. He swallowed over and over, convulsing his muscles around my dick, and my back came off the mattress. I’d come at this rate if he didn’t knock it off. But good god, I hoped he didn’t stop. I never wanted him to stop.
Tugging on his soft hair, I squeaked out, “I might come.”
He pulled off immediately. “Can’t have that.”
His gaze moved to my inner thigh, and I saw his thoughts swirling in his head. I saw the confusion, the worry, but most importantly, I saw hunger.
Trailing a finger in tiny circles over the area he was focusing on, I teased, “You know you want it.”
He flicked a quick glance up to meet my eyes. “What if I hurt you?”
I shook my head on the pillow, smiling at him softly. “You won’t. You’d never purposely hurt me. You only want me to feel good, so I know it will.”
He licked his lips, then slowly lowered his mouth toward my leg. As he drew closer, his mouth opened, and his fangs twinkled at me, like they were saying,Here I am, and I’m coming for you.
Then the beast consumed him, and he dove, sinking those long, sharp teeth into my flesh. I felt a momentary second ofpain before he swallowed, and pleasure consumed me. With each pull of my blood, sparks of joy convulsed through me, like a never-ending flow of ecstasy.
He took one last deep swallow, and my body practically levitated as my cock shot ribbons of cum. “Ego,” I called out, as he sealed the bite mark.
Clutching my knees, he licked the dark red liquid—my actual blood—off his lips as he watched my release consume me. As soon as my body stilled, he leaned forward, licking me clean, getting every last drop, before swallowing my softening cock into his mouth, gently at first as I twitched from overstimulation, then again and again, harder and faster, until I was so hard for him, I thought I might cry.
