Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

EVER

P ain.

For a white-hot moment it was the only thing I could register, shooting through me, setting my nerves on fire. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced by a delicious heat that swept over me, turning my thoughts to mush.

My eyes fluttered closed as Corvin sucked the side of my neck, and the heat welling in me sank straight to my cock. It stiffened in a second, throbbing at the muffled groans he made. He moved, painting a lick over the fresh bite mark, and when he pulled back his mouth was stained red.

Was that... blood?

Nausea twisted my stomach, but a haze of lust wrapped around me, dulling my inhibitions. I felt drunk, everything around me swimming as I blinked up at the vampire. The only thing I could think was how sexy he looked in the moonlight, hunched over me like some kind of animal, with my blood coating his lips.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Your blood is so sweet," he growled, touching the side of my neck where his fangs had been a moment ago. I expected it to hurt, but I hardly felt it. My body was numb, my limbs heavy. When he pulled his hand back, I saw more crimson on his fingers. "Exquisite. It's so tempting to drain you dry..."

"No," I managed, my cock throbbing painfully. I wanted him to bite me again, wanted to feel the intense crash of heat I got from his touch again. The thoughts didn't feel like my own; They felt foreign, like the bite had done something to alter my brain chemistry, and I couldn't fight the pull.

I wanted more, needed more.

He moved over me, his body pinning me to the uneven ground, but the only thing I could focus on was his mouth moving to the other side of my neck.

"No, you don't want to die?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "But I thought you said you didn't want to be a servant."

I hesitated, my foggy thoughts churning.

" This is what good servants get," he went on. "Isn't it wonderful?"

His teeth grazed the unmarred side of my neck and I gasped, arching up and urging him to sink his teeth into me again. His bite was a drug, consuming every part of me and making me insane.

"Do you want more?" he asked, one of his hands coming up to grab the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my head to the side, tearing a whimper from my lips. "Or would you rather me kill you here?"

"Yes," was all I managed. I grabbed the front of his vest and dragged him closer, surprised by how firm his body was against mine. He was strong and solid like a wall of marble, and I wondered what he hid beneath his vintage clothes. After all his years alive—however long that was—surely he'd had enough practice in the sack to know what he was doing. "I want more."

He chuckled. "Oh, my pet, I have so much more to give you."

When he sank his fangs in again, I didn't bother fighting the feral moan that fell from my lips. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth through the blink of pain, before settling into the fresh wave of heat that consumed me.

Fuck, I'd never been more turned on in my life, and if he kept it up I was going to come without him even touching me.

As if reading my mind, Corvin's free hand slid down my form, hastily tugging my shirt out of the way and undoing my jeans. He quickly shoved them down around my hips, and I inhaled sharply when my cock bobbed free. Every time his skin touched mine, a shock of electricity shot through my veins, lighting up my senses through the brain fog, leaving me desperate for me.

When he pulled back from my neck I was panting, my cock aching for attention. I probably shouldn't have been turned on—scratch that, I definitely shouldn't have been turned on—but I couldn't help it.

Corvin Dupont was nothing I needed but everything I wanted.

With a smirk, he spit a mouthful of blood into his open hand, making my jaw drop. Before I could say anything, or even fully process what I'd just seen, he grabbed my cock with his crimson-filled palm, his icy fingers wrapping around my shaft, and he started to pump his fist, using the blood as lube.

I stared in horror as my libido skyrocketed.

"Do you still want to run from me?" he asked, licking his lips and stroking me again. The blood was a surprisingly good lubricant, and my eyes zeroed in on his movements. His fingers rolled over the head of my rock-hard cock before sliding down again and tearing a groan from my lips. "Of course not. You want this, don't you, Ever?"

Somewhere beneath the foggy veil of lust a little voice screamed for me to get away, to flee. However, a second later Corvin dipped to lick the blood off the head of my dick and my eyes rolled back. Every sane thought I had left my body, and I succumbed to the fiery desire in my veins.

"Fuck…" I breathed, bucking my hips up to find his mouth. If I didn't sink into something wet and warm soon, I was going to explode, and not in a good way. My cells were going to rip apart and fire would consume me from the inside out. "Please, Corvin, I—fuck."

My thoughts turned to TV static as he took me into his mouth, burying my cock completely in his throat. Apparently, vampires didn't have gag reflexes.

Fucking Christ.

I breathed shallow breaths as his head bobbed up and down, his mouth moving expertly over my cock, before finally tangling my fingers in his long blonde locks. I tugged his hair experimentally, fear and excitement making my heart race, and shuddered when he picked up the pace.

"Fuck… If you don't… I'm gonna come," I said through gritted teeth, my muscles tightening as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

I didn't want to come, not yet, but his mouth was fucking heaven. He didn't slow down, only gripping my base firmer as he swallowed me down, and a few seconds later I was coming down his throat. A feral, awful noise tore from my mouth as I came, my dignity long gone, and I wondered if anyone at all could hear my cries.

"What a good servant you are, Ever," he praised, wiping his blood-stained mouth on the back of his hand. "Giving your Lord whatever it is he wants, letting me take from you what I need. You were made to serve me, don't you agree."

My head was spinning, and I couldn't answer. The vampire venom in my veins, coupled with the intense orgasm, had turned my mind into a mess. I wanted to disagree, but I wasn't sure that was the truth. Why did it feel so damn good and right if it was wrong?

He flipped me over in a swift motion and dragged my hips up.

"Look at this perfect ass," he said, raking sharp nails over the curve of my exposed rear. Delicious heat burned across my skin, making me whimper. "I'm going to claim it, make it mine."

Please . I'd just come, but my cock was still rock-hard and I wanted more. I wanted his cock to fill me. I wanted him to fuck me until I came again.

"Please," I said without meaning to. The desperation was getting the better of me. I pushed my hips back farther, desperate to feel him. "Fuck me, Corvin. Please, now, I can't wait."

He chuckled once and grabbed me by the throat, hauling me up to my knees. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his breath spilling over me, making goosebumps race down my arms.

"So needy," he said, his mouth falling to the side of my neck again. "So wanton for me, aren't you? You want to know what it's like to be fucked by an immortal."

I nodded, shivering as his tongue danced over the side of my neck. I didn't know if he was licking up the blood dripping from his bite mark or just teasing but, but I didn't want him to stop. A second later his fangs sank into my skin again and I cried out, the initial pain sharp and hot. Then, heat swallowed me again.

His cock pressed against my ass, and I realized I hadn't noticed when he whipped it out. Not that it mattered. Everything around me was a drunken mix of heat and lust, and I couldn't focus on anything but the feel of his mouth as he drank from me.

"Corvin," I moaned. His name was the only thing I could manage, a litany playing on repeat in my mind as his hands roamed over me, tugging at my clothes, gripping my cock.

He pulled his mouth free and forced me forward once more. The second I landed on my hands, he let the mouthful of blood drip onto my ass. It slid down my crack, coating my asshole and dripping a trail to my balls. My stomach clenched, and I couldn't tell if I was more repulsed or turned on.

"Fuck, you look incredible drenched in blood," he hissed, running the head of his cock through the blood, smearing it all over my hold. "And you'll look even better drenched in my cum."

He punched his hips forward, pressing his cock against me, and I held my breath. I hadn't even seen his cock, but I could tell it was thick. It had been a while—months—since I'd gotten laid, and I knew I'd be sore in the morning, especially without much prep at all, but I didn't care. I needed him, and I needed him now.

His fingers dug into my hips, dragging me back against him, and he slowly buried himself in me inch by inch. It stung at first as the tight muscle relaxed, but I was too drugged and horny to care. I shoved my hips back, eager to take more of him, until he was buried to the hilt.

Fucking hell, he was huge.

"You're so tight and warm," he hissed, pulling back before punching his hips forward again. "This hole was made for me, Ever. Fuck, you take me so perfectly."

He picked up the pace, gripping my hips with bruising strength, and I could tell he was trying to take his time. I didn't know how long it had been for him—he could have been fucking Edith every day for all I know—but the delicious moans and groans he made as he fucked me had my libido skyrocketing. My arousal was orbiting Saturn somewhere, and I was sure I'd come again at any second if he kept it up.

Picking up his pace, he punched his hips harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the woods. As much time as I'd spent in the woods hunting, I'd never fucked outdoors before, much less like this.

This… This was something I could get used to.

Corvin's hand came around to pump my cock as he drove into me, and his fangs sank into my shoulder through my shirt. I panted, my climax building impossibly fast with the tangling pleasure and pain. I came with a jerk, spilling ropes of cum onto the grassy ground, and a second later Corvin roared out his release.

His hips jerked, slamming into me a final time, and his cock twitched.

"Fucking Christ," I whispered sharply as he withdrew. I dragged my boxers up before falling over, landing on my back and staring up at the dark canopy overhead.

My head was spinning, my heart racing. Corvin crawled on top of me, his face level with mine, and I locked eyes with him as the edges of my vision began to darken. Even coated in my blood, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and I hated how much I enjoyed what just happened.

"Corvin," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Rest, my mortal," he said, brushing his lips gently over mine, making me tingle. "Let your Lord take care of you."

He pressed his lips against mine, and my eyes closed. It was the last thing I remembered before unconsciousness dragged me under.