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I wrapped my arms around him and lowered him to the furs. He parted his thighs, like he did this kind of thing all the time. His skin was golden in the firelight. I stretched out my hand and gently ran a finger against his tight pucker. He sucked in a sharp breath, which let me know he wasn’t as calm about this as he pretended to be. He drew up his feet and pressed his heels into the fur.
“Let me use the oil.” I poured out way too much in my hand and spread it over him. It was a shockingly intimate thing to do to him, and we both gasped. I wanted him so much I felt lightheaded. He lifted his hips up to grind his naked cock against mine and I drove my tongue deeply into his mouth, sweeping across the inside of it, tasting him and claiming him as mine. He brought one hand up to clench his cock, pulling at it frantically, wanting to pleasure himself, I guess and distract himself at the same time. He groaned and arched his back, like he was offering himself to me.
On a whim—make that an uncontrollable urge—I bent down and nipped at his neck, breaking the skin. Then I sucked the blood into my mouth. It shocked even me that I would do such a thing, but it seemed like the right thing to do. His blood tasted metallic and surprisingly sweet on my tongue.
“Bite me,” I urged him, and he looked up at me uncomprehendingly.
“W-what?”
“Bite me and suck some of my blood. Grimora said a blood exchange would help you. Do it, please.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s disgusting. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Why are you so stubborn?” I fumbled for my trousers and pulled a knife from my pocket. Before he could protest, or I could stop to think this through, I slashed my thumb. “Oww!”
“What did you do?” he pulled my hand down to look and shook his head. “Idiot.”
Before he could say more, I jammed my thumb in his mouth. “Suck it.”
We began a ridiculous wrestling match, with Brandon trying to pull out my thumb and push me away, and me just as determined to make him swallow my blood. I was a bit stronger though and finally wore him down. He gave me an adorably pissed off look and started to suck it, making an awful face. When I started to get a little lightheaded, I pulled it out and kissed his nose.
“Thank you, dearie.”
“Shut up and stop calling me that stupid name. And get off me.”
“No. Now we have to make love.”
“Fuck you.”
“Next time, I promise. But this time is all for you.”
“No, I’ve changed my mind.”
Before he could start yelling at me, I took his mouth again in a deep, soulful kiss. He tried to bite me, but I was too quick for him. Eventually, and very slowly, my kisses began to wear him down. I must admit, it took a while, but I was really determined.
Finally, he gave in to my kisses and started to return them wholeheartedly. I was dizzy with wanting him, and my cock was rigidly painful. I put a finger inside him to make sure he was all oiled up, and he groaned and blushed again. I began to move it in and out, giving him friction, and he sighed sweetly. I continued stroking, and he began to move with me, matching my rhythm. I inserted another finger and he moaned again. Gods, he was making me crazy.
He was so tight and hot inside and smooth as velvet. I wanted to go slow and not hurt him, but at the same time this was killing me. I leaned over and kissed his thighs and his cock. Then I flipped him over on his stomach and pulled him up to his knees. “Put your head down, deari…uh Brandon. It will open you up more.”
He trembled but did as I asked, and I began to feed my cock into his tight, hot, little hole. I stopped almost at once, because he gave a little grunt of pain. I stopped and waited, giving him time to get used to it. He was so soft and hot inside, and I wanted desperately to move, but I wouldn’t—couldn’t hurt him.
He reached back and touched my hip. “Go ahead,” he said softly, and I felt like pumping my fist with relief. I didn’t, but it was a close thing. In my defense, it was difficult to think with my big head when my little one was causing me so much grief.
His cock sure loved me though. It was hard again and seemed to be begging for my touch.
I was happy to oblige. I began to stroke him and slowly, he relaxed enough for me to slip the tip of my cock inside him. We both groaned as his muscle relaxed enough to let me in, but he turned his head and gave me a look I couldn’t read.
“I don’t think this will work. You’re too big.”
“It will work. We’ll just take our time. We have all night.”
“But your knot is…too big. What if we can’t?”
“Come on,” I coaxed him, feeling a little impatient to get this show on the road. “Let’s try. After all, it’s not going to be over if it never starts.”
“Tell me again why we’re doing this.”
“Something about blood and semen, or whatever. Grimora knows. He said it was because of the blood magic. Oh yeah, and because I love doing it so much.”
