Page 102 of Bloodgrove

“Use your words, Ambassador. I saw it in your eyes. You know exactly what you want. You have looked at me often enough and imagined how you wanted to take me.”

Eric swallowed, and the pointed tongue flicked across his lips. Did monsters get dry mouths from excitement too?

Then he gathered himself, and Will watched with satisfaction as Eric took control again. Not of the beast that was his body. Of the beast inside his mind. And he let it run free.

A paw shot upward and closed around Will’s throat. Eric lowered his mouth to him and kissed a burning path along his jaw, then pushed Will’s head back with his thumb and traveled down his throat until his tongue swept across the torn wound.

A deep, satisfied rumble rolled through his body, and Will sucked in a sharp breath at the pain.

“Kneel,” Eric growled and pushed Will from his lap. He said it in the same tone he used to command his dogs to sit, and Will moved to follow, Eric’s obedient pup.

Eric hummed in satisfaction and rose, stripping away his trousers as well.

Will swallowed at the sight before him. Feeling it was one thing. Being confronted with it at eye level was something else entirely.

A line of hard ridges ran along the underside of the cock all the way to the head. From each raised point, grooves spread like semi-circles around the shaft. Dark purple veins ran across it, marbling the velvety skin. It was as monstrous and human as the rest of him.

Perhaps Eric had meant it after all when he said he would destroy him.

“Careful. You are going to start drooling,” Eric mocked, then caught Will’s hair and wrapped it around his wrist in one fluid movement.

With burning eyes, he looked down at him as he guided Will’s mouth toward his erection. His entire body shuddered when Will’s lips touched the tip.

Will followed the ridges, letting his tongue dance over them, becoming familiar with their strange texture. The same curiosity with which Elodie had once looked at him in the carriage filled him now. The dull ache of his wounds faded as everything inside him focused on exploring Eric’s cock.

Although Eric held his hair, he let Will have his way, allowing him to learn all the things that made him different from a human man.

But the gentleness did not last long. Eric pressed the head against Will’s lips, and the moment he opened his mouth, he drove deep into his throat.

Will would not have minded being able to unhinge his jaw like a vampire. Hard and thick, Eric filled his mouth, thrusting deep enough to make him gag. But Will let him, because he wanted to live inside those eyes. Half worshipful, half astonished. Half lost in pleasure, half beast.

And Will returned his gaze calmly while Eric thrust into his mouth again and again. He would show this monster the true delights of being pleasured orally soon enough. For now, he simply enjoyed the tears it brought to his eyes and the way he had to fight for breath whenever Eric pushed deep into his throat.

His own erection throbbed with need, his entire body humming as though charged. He wanted more. He wanted those hands on him. He wanted Eric to lose control completely. He wanted to lose himself, to drift somewhere between pleasure and pain, dissolved and free.

Just as Eric thrust again, Will closed his teeth around him. Not hard enough to injure him, but enough that the hand in his hair jerked him roughly back.

“Such an insolent pup,” Eric growled, and Will shivered in anticipation of the punishment. “Will you obey if I give you what you want so badly?”

Will nodded, though the claw in his hair barely allowed it.

“Good. On the floor. Show me your ass.”

Excitement quickened his pulse and drove blood from the wounds where the crust had broken open again. He bent forward and lowered his face to the floor, though here between the shelves, a soft rug covered the wood.

He watched over his shoulder as Eric followed and felt the claws move over his backside, exploring him. Eric spread him and licked over the tight opening. Will moaned, his cock twitching. Far too often, he had imagined what it might be like to take Eric to bed. To experience that iron control, to have him give orders and dominate him.

Those fantasies faded, overwritten by reality, when Eric’s tongue moved over that intimate place, searching and pressing. A throaty moan escaped Will, and his forehead sank to the rug. This reminded him more of the Albatross than of the cold cruelty of his fantasies.

“Prepare yourself for me,” Eric murmured, his voice rough.

He picked up an amber bottle he must have stolen from Elodie’s dressing table during the chase. Moments later, Will felt cool liquid running down between his cheeks.

Eric suddenly went very still, freezing when Will reached behind himself, slid his fingers through the oil, and finally pressed the first one inside.

Saliva, oil, and arousal made it easy. Will whimpered softly but reminded himself to be patient. He feared and craved Eric’s size in equal measure. With practiced movements, he stretched himself and heard Eric swallow when he added a second finger. It would take more to accommodate the beast, and everything inside him shivered at the thought. Those ridges and grooves would be his undoing.

As he added a third finger with a moan, Eric finally collected himself again. The growl rising in his chest was deeply animal and possessive.