9. Chapter Eight

Oh, he looks so cute when he is confused and high. His eyes are glossed over from the mating heat, the fever flushing his entire body. I want him more than I want to drink his blood— and that’s beyond measure. The moment I heard him call out to me, I ran as fast as my abilities allowed me. I wasn’t even in the house when I smelled his heat, sensed his pain, and heard his cries.

He needed me.

Ached for me.

Begged for me.

Panic was the first thing I felt. I truly thought I had more time to win him over, to tell him the truth. Yes, I can only live off his blood, but that’s how it has always been.

A Grandie was and is the only one who can, not only keep me alive, but allow me to truly live. Another Grandie won’t be necessary now. I won’t be worried about going insane or withering away only to be alive by magic.

His blood is better than all the rest anyway. Simply because it is designed to be mine, to be drunk by me and only me.

His DNA was created to be bound to me.

How do I tell him the entire truth without losing him?

“Prove it,” he whispers, his cheeks red hot with a dark flushed hue.

“Prove what, Kitten?” The question comes out rough and edgy as I try to hold onto the little control I have. Having him so near, in heat, dripping with fucking need for me, it’s hard not to bend him over and claim him.

We won’t have long to speak. The heat will get too intense. The only thing that will matter is claiming one another.

“Prove to me you’re a vampire.” A small grin forms as he tilts his head. Beads of sweat roll across the top of his lip before he winces as another shot of pain runs through him.

A snarl escapes me when I smell the slick flowing, teasing me with an easy entrance. I take him in my arms and blur us with my advanced speed to his bedroom, tossing him on the bed, and then I rip my clothes off.

All before he can take his next breath.

His mouth parts open in awe but before he can say a word, I crawl over him quickly until I’m face to face with him.

“Do you believe me now?” I purr, lifting my hand and wiggling my fingers. I shift my talons in front of his face, letting them lengthen. Next, I show my fangs. “I can’t sheath them right now. Your heat is making me lose control of my body.”

He lifts his hand, his fingers rubbing down one singular fang.

A groan slips free as he explores, the pads of his finger pushing against the sharp point. Any more pressure, and he’ll bleed.

My cock jerks, an orgasm looming, and I wrap my arms around him, blurring us until I have him against the wall, hand around his throat, and one wrapped around his cock.

“Holy fuck,” he shouts, thick white streams of come shoot from his slender cock, painting my hand. One jet even lands on my chest as he arches his back, tempting me with the smooth curve of his throat.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from drinking, from taking what is rightfully fucking mine. He deserves to know more. He deserves the truth, but I’m afraid I won’t have time for it. The heat will get worse. If we talk, he’ll hate me, and he won’t want this. He could die if the heat isn’t sated by me— his beloved, his mate.

“More,” he gasps. “This isn’t enough. More.”

“You’re taking this very well,” I bite, breathing in and out to regain my composure. I bring my hand up and lick his come from my fingers, never taking my eyes off his so he has no choice but to watch me eat his seed. “You taste delicious, Kitten. I need more of you.”

“I’m yours?” he rocks his hips, his cock bumping against my own.

“Fuck, Oliver. Fuck, you can’t do that. We have more to talk about. I’m hanging on by a thread,” I grit between tight teeth, my head swaying from his scent.

His lips find my neck, kissing a hot spot right under my ear.

I moan, cupping the back of his head, pushing him further into me. His teeth nip and nibble the curve of my shoulder. I’m getting lost in his touch, every hot breath against my skin, every whimper that leaves him as he holds me close, sucking onto my flesh. I’m forgetting the truth, what we needed to talk about. I’m dying for him. His scent is starting to affect me, to change me to the point that the only thing I will think about is fucking him.

Oliver licks up my chin, biting my bottom lip. I have to bend down for him to reach and when he has more slack, not having to stand on his toes, he sucks the plump flesh into his mouth.

I lose control, grabbing him by the throat, then blur us to the bed and cover him with my body. I keep him pinned to keep his sinful fucking mouth away from mine. I’m unable to think. I need to think this through. I have to be responsible.

“Ambrose, I’m yours, right? I’m all yours and you’re mine? Always?”

“Forever,” I growl, not liking the uncertainty in his voice. “We will live for all eternity. You and me. I’ll feed from you and only you. There will be no other.”

“Then everything else can wait. I’m burning up. I’m starting to feel sick. Ambrose—”

“Oliver, you have to know that I’m—”

My words fail when his hand grips my cock in a firm hold.

“You’re so big, Ambrose. I bet you’ll feel so good inside me. You’d bring me so much relief. God, I want you so much. I don’t care about anything else. Fucking take me.”

“You don’t understand what you’re asking. The heat is getting to your head—” I lick my lips, titling my head back to stare at the ceiling as he strokes me. “You’ll be mine forever. No one else, Oliver.”

“I’ve never had anyone who wanted me as theirs. I love that idea.”

Digging my fingers into the back of his hair, I grip the thick curly strands by the roots. I force him to look at me. Those big brown eyes are wide, twinkling with innocence that I’m going to fucking take. His lips are swollen, wet, and red; abused from our kiss.

“It isn’t an idea, Kitten. It’s a fact. It’s a truth.”

His cheeks become redder, the sweat dripping down his temple as his fever rises. His skin is hot to the touch.

“You like that don’t you? Being owned. Being claimed. Belonging to only me.”

He nods slowly, tweaking his nipples, moaning as he touches himself.

My knee hits the bed, slipping against a wet spot, and when I look down, I spread his legs, and my control snaps when I see his plump cheeks wet.

I’m not sure if I could stop myself right now, even if I knew he didn’t want me. I glide my hands to his ass, his cheek spilling over my palms. I can’t deny him any longer. My control is gone. He yelps, not expecting me to slide him to the edge of the bed with a little too much speed.

Lifting his legs onto my shoulders, I bury face between his cheeks to taste the slick need that belongs to me.

And only me.

He’s soaked. He can’t get like this for anyone else. Only I can help him. Only I can get his body to react like this.

“Oh my God, Ambrose. Yes, don’t stop,” he groans out loud, rocking his hips against my face while I plunge my tongue into his hole. “I’m going to come again. How… oh God, keep going.”

He’s mindless, spewing broken sentences while I fuck his ass with my tongue. So goddamn perfect. I can’t believe fate would bless me with someone so perfect after the treacherous history of mine.

His hands grip my hair. “Ambrose!” he cries, fucking himself on my tongue. “I need more. I need—”

Before he can finish his sentence, I’m over him, pressing my lips against his to silence him. I need to work on my human speed, to slow down, but when it comes to my Beloved, I only have one speed.

Mine.

I want him to witness who he is binding himself to. Diminishing my nature isn’t possible with him here beneath me, not when I’ve waited centuries to feel this kind of freedom.

“Taste yourself, Kitten. Tell me how good you taste, and I’ll give what you need.” I dive my tongue between his lips, licking every corner of his mouth I can. His fingers grip my ass, pulling me so our cocks rub together.

He breaks the kiss, staring down at our cocks rubbing together. His come is drenching our shafts, an easy lubricant as we glide across one another.

Oliver stares at where our cocks touch, rocking himself harder against me. “You’re so much bigger than me, so thick.”

I grip us so tightly together, he can’t move, and my sweet mate whimpers in pain. “I love your cock. It’s perfect. I love seeing mine against yours. You didn’t tell me. I won’t move or give you relief if you don’t say what I want to hear.”

“What— What did you want to say?” He wiggles against me to try and get friction.

“Such a curious kitten at all times. If you were listening, you’d know.”

“Ambrose,” he whines, his face pinching with impatience. “I can’t focus with you so close. I can’t think of anything else but you inside me.”

I slip my finger between his legs, drenching my finger in the liquid he drips just for me. I shove it in his mouth. “Tell. Me. How. You. Taste. Kitten.”

He takes me to the back of his throat, his tongue twirling and sucking every bit of his slick. A growl slips free while I watch him, something about him tasting his own heat flips a switch inside me.

I’m feral for him.

“Good boy,” I praise him, slowly thrusting my cock against his.

He hums around my finger just as I ease it from his tight, succulent lips. “I taste sweet. I like it,” he replies, the ends of his hair curled up on his forehead. They drip with sweat. There is a bead rolling down his temple to his cheek, and just as it hits his jaw, it threatens to fall.

I dive down, licking the salty water from his scorching flesh. “You’re mine for the next few days.”

“This will last days? I’ll die if I feel like this. I can’t handle this. Ambrose—”

“—Shh, Kitten. It’s okay.”

He shakes his head, eyes welling with tears, and they begin to pour down his cheeks. “No, I can’t. I can’t deal with this for days, Ambrose. I already feel wrung out. I can’t.” He begins to sob, clawing at my chest so hard his nails break the skin.

I bleed, but I heal immediately, my skin stitching as fast as the scrapes were drawn.

“It feels like that because of the heat. I can fix that, Kitten.” I turn his head to force him to look at me, his watery gaze breaks my heart, and I part his legs.

He seems so defeated now. I’m afraid I’ve waited too long. The heat hit him hard and fast, igniting him quicker than I’ve ever seen, but I can’t remember the last male fated mate pair— if there has been one at all.

“Look at me.”

His wet lashes are darkened spikes fanned across the honey golden hue of his irises as he listens to me, peering up at me with defeat, desire, and hopelessness.

“I’m going to claim you.” I slide a finger up and down through his crease, gathering the juices before teasing his needy hole. “And all this pain will go away, Kitten.”

“You promise?” The words waiver with heightened emotion.

“On my life.” My lips part as I slide one finger in, wanting to prepare him for my cock. I’m worried I’ll be too much and the last thing I want to do is hurt him.

“Yes, oh, fuck,” he cries, more come shooting from his cock and painting his chest. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, Ambrose. I need you. I need more.”

His body looks beautiful covered in come, a canvas painted how I always want to see him— lusting for me.

“So much come.” I slip in another finger and squeeze his sack. Every time I press in, I lightly tug on the full orbs that are pulled tight to his body. The skin is soft and free of hair. He keeps himself trimmed at the base of his cock, but not bare, not like his heavy sack. “You’re still so full, Kitten. How much come do you think you can give me?” I apply more pressure, squeezing his swollen orbs until he is gasping, his hands clutching the blankets. His mouth is open and a loud drawn-out groan fills the room as his cock jerks.

The beautiful shaft spasms three times, the vein leading up to the crown pulsing with every jet, and more paint is added to the canvas before me.

I slip in a fourth finger, knowing I could be done, but I want to know what he can take before it’s too much. I bend down, flattening my tongue across his come-covered abdomen. I scoop the cream into my mouth.

“Mmm, you taste divine, but I bet your blood tastes better.” I still my fingers inside him, spread them, then curl, searching for his prostate.

He keens, jerking into an upright position as erotic pleas thicken the air. The slit in his cock flows with his come, a white river of a constant on-going pleasure that can only be stimulated by that spot inside him that I own now.

Oliver grips my arm, squeezing it so tight that if I were human, it would hurt. “I— I— oh, fuck— Ambrose.” He shakes his head, sweat flinging from his messy hair. His pink tongue gliding over his bottom lip. His brows pinch together and somehow, he is able to form words. “Blood?”

I grumble in delight, pressing my fingers inside him deeper.

He begins to hump my hand, unable to control himself as the heat begins to peak. His cock slaps against his abs causing the come to stick and create webs between his body and shaft.

“You’re so fucking greedy for me, aren’t you? You need my cock. Tell me, Kitten. Tell me how much you need my cock.” I lean in, nipping at his neck. “And my bite.”

“B—bite?” he stutters, throwing his head back as he moves faster, ramming himself down on my hand.

I suck on his throat, right where my mating bite is going to be, and he cries, the echo loud enough to be heard from outside if anyone was brave enough to listen. “I’m a vampire. Did you think I was kidding? It’s your blood I need to survive. Only your blood. Only you. So tell me how bad you want my cock and my bite because I plan on giving them to you at the same time.”

“More than I want my next breath, more than the need to come, to eat, to drink, more than anything. I need to feel you inside me, Ambrose,” he hurries to announce in one breath. “I’m going insane. I’m in a fog. I care about nothing else. Only you. I might die if you don’t fuck me.”

With my inability to control my vampiric speed, I move him to the middle of the bed, wrapping his legs around my thighs before I hover over him. I’m inches away from his face and I let my nature show. I don’t hide myself. My eyes glow bright red, and my fangs slide to their full length. Reaching between us, I grab my cock with my hand, guiding it to his hole.

I hiss when the head meets the pressure of the tight ring.

“Ambrose—” he whimpers, the want is evident but so is the hint of fear.

He’s never done this before.

“I have you, Kitten. I promise—” I curl an arm over his head and press our foreheads together. “—I’ll make you feel so much better.”

Slipping into his tight grip even more, the heat of his body seeps into my cock, the drenching slick coating every inch, and I break.

I can’t take my time anymore. His heat has thrown me into a rut. Sneering, I forcefully turn his head to expose his neck, and growl before sinking my teeth into his throat. With the first drag of his blood, I ram my cock in to the hilt.

“Holy fuck— oh my God—” he shouts into the chamber of the room. “Ambrose. Ambrose. Ambrose,” he chants my name on a slow moan, filling the beast inside me with delight.

His blood rushes into my mouth, a dam breaking and rushing to drown my insides. I moan when his special flavor hits my throat. I tighten my hold on him, sinking my fangs deeper, sucking his throat harder, and I can’t stop the orgasm that explodes from me. His rich vanilla scent soothes me, warming the cold heart that has been beating for no reason over the last few centuries.

I have a reason to want to live now.

His muscles tighten around my cock, massaging my rock-solid flesh, and pulling my come deep inside his body. A wish forms in mind, one that isn’t realistic, one that isn’t possible.

I want to breed him.

Not just the act, but the actual physical change in appearance. I want him pregnant with my child. I don’t want him only bound to me by this bite or fate, I want his body changed, and our child swelling his stomach.

Fucking Christ, the thought of him round with my son or daughter has me increasing my speed, our skins slapping.

Blood drips from my mouth, down his skin, and pools on the bed. Since he is my Beloved, I can take as much blood as I want because it replenishes immediately since I’m a vampire and need to feed.

I release my bite, pulling my fangs free and watching the red river leave his neck with every pulse of his heart. Flattening my tongue, I lick the blood clean from his body, sealing the bite marks with my saliva.

The pinpricks scar, proving to the entire world he is mine.

A groan spills from me with every slide of my cock in his come-drenched hole. In and out, the long, hard strokes become faster, and more desperate. Not bothering to wipe my mouth free of blood, I plunge my tongue between his lips. He meets me eagerly, wrapping his arms around my neck to pull me closer. Our tongues tangle, twist, and dance. We don’t take a breath. We don’t dare break the connection as I roll my hips over and over again. Gliding my hand across his chest, his skin pebbling under my touch, I grip the base of his chin. My fingers wrap fully around his neck as I control the kiss.

“Fuck,” I groan, stealing his lips once more. “You feel so fucking good, Kitten. Look at you taking my big cock so well. You love it, don’t you?”

He nods fast, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

“Your ass is mine. This tight hole is mine. No one will ever be able to touch you, will they? You’re all mine. You belong to me. I own you, Oliver.” I squeeze his throat and lift him from the bed until I have to fall back.

He wraps his legs around my hips, rocking himself against me. Up and down, his hole strangles the width of my shaft, driving me to the edge of fucking insanity.

He whimpers every time he falls onto my dick, my crown hitting that spot inside him that has his cock dripping profusely.

“Such a good boy, Kitten. You were meant to take my cock, weren’t you?”

He nods, sliding his palms down my chest, and his fingers tweak my nipples. Fuck, yes, that feels so damn good.

“Yes, yes. I was. You feel so good, Ambrose. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but God, I can’t seem to get enough of you. I want more. I don’t know how that’s possible. I need more,” he admits in desperation, slamming himself on my cock to get the ‘more’ he is talking about.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I order, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him close. “Tell me.” I love to hear his words. I love to know he is mine.

“You. I belong to you, Ambrose.”

I moan, another orgasm building, tingling the base of my spine. “Say it again.” I thrust up into him, also feeling that primal need for blood surface again.

“I belong to you, Ambrose. Only you. Yours. I’m yours!” he cries, another orgasm shaking his core.

I dip my chin down, fascinated as I watch the come squirt from his delicate cock. The warmth hits my chest as Oliver tosses his head back, roaring how good he feels.

That does something to me, knowing it’s me who is making him feel this good.

In a blur, I have him flipped over and on his hands and knees. He dips his back, pressing his ass into the air. He turns his head over his shoulder, flashing those needy golden-brown eyes under those long lashes. They remind me of the sun setting, the darkened rays hitting the brown bark of the trees. A color so hidden in plain sight, but never appreciated.

I vow to appreciate all of Olivers colors, no matter how plain he thinks they may be. To me, he is the rainbow, bringing brightness back into my life after so many years of being trapped in the dark.

My cock begs to slide into him again, but I have to take a moment with him on display like this. His ass high in the air, his hole dripping with slick and come.

My come.

I’ve marked him.

He smells of me, but still reeks of heat, and it’s only the first day. We might be in here awhile.

“Ambrose,” he whines my name, turning his head over his shoulder to see what is taking me so long.

“Yes, Kitten?” I trail my fingertips down the curve of his spine, admiring the details of his body that are fated to me.

“I need you. I feel the cramping coming again. I need,” he begs, pressing his cheek against the pillow.

“You have me. Always. Let me take you in. You’re beautiful, Beloved.” He shivers when my talons slightly scratch over his flesh and it arises with goosebumps, reacting to my touch. “The Fates have truly blessed me with a gorgeous mate.” I grab his round ass cheeks, spreading them wide so I can see his hole. It’s fluttering with need, my seed dripping free. I sink the tips of my claws into the flawless skin, just enough to nick the skin.

The smallest amount of blood beads at the surface.

Ten dots waiting for my tongue and who am I to deny the temptation of him? I lean down, taking my time to connect the dots. His skin is softer here, paler, and somehow sweeter. I moan as I lick each pinprick clean. When one cheek is done, I move to the other. I’m taking my time and Oliver is wiggling under me, dying for more than what I am giving him.

I chuckle darkly noticing his impatience. “You better behave, Kitten.”

“I can’t take this anymore! Ambrose, fuck me. Why don’t you want me?”

I growl, pure and true anger igniting in my chest. I don’t know what gets into me because I’ve never done this before. My hand rises in the air, and falls onto his ass. The slap rings in the air and the sound is fucking beautiful.

I’m easily addicted and never want to stop.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I bite, bringing my hand down again.

He moans, swaying his ass in the air again. I lift a brow, a bit stunned at his reaction, but I am far from disappointed.

“Do you like being spanked?” I rub my tongue over my right fang. I peer between his legs, staring at his cock. There’s a puddle of come below him. “I think you do.”

He nods. “I do. Do it again. Harder, Daddy.”

I pause at the unexpected nickname as I lift my hand. A savage, violent, uncontrollable growl is loud in the room. Gripping him by the neck, I yank him toward me, his back arched but his ass pressed against me. My cock is hugged in the crease of his cheeks, tempting me to slide in and own him again.

But now I’m fucking angry.

“What the hell did you just say?” I spank him again and he parts his sweet as candy lips.

“Daddy.”

“Fuck.” My entire body quakes as I try to control my urges so I don’t hurt him, but I can’t. It’s my breaking point. “That’s right, Kitten. I’m your Daddy. You’ll never be alone again, and I’ll always take care of you.” Snapping, I toss him against the headboard, blurring until my chest is aligned with his back.

I squeeze the firm, bubbled cheeks one more time before wrapping both hands around his throat to hold him in place. My cock effortlessly slips inside his hole again. My breath is choked as it tries to leave my lungs while I watch the erotic sight.

There’s nothing more perfect than this. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching me claim my mate.

“You are so fucking tight,” I grumble, pressing so far into him, there’s no more of me left to give. I choke him, careful not to have him pass out, but enough to where he is gasping for air. I ram into him, surpassing the human speed. I begin to blur, nothing but shadows of myself as his heat chips away at the last bit of self-awareness I had.

His loud screams make my ears ring. I fuck through his orgasm, losing count of how many times he has come.

I pick him up, slamming him against the wall, using my speed. I need to take him everywhere. I want to claim him in every room and surface of this house. The sex turns rough and desperate. One hand slams against the wall, putting a hole right through it. I pick him up, keeping him against my cock, and rush to the dresser. A few drawers slide open from the force of our bodies.

With a snarl, I grip one of the handles and rip it from the wood when trying to grab the edge of the dresser. I toss the metal across the room, hearing it clank against the floor.

“You’re addicting.” I grab one of his thighs, then wrap a hand around his shoulder, holding him in place while I fuck his virgin ass.

Well… he used to be.

His innocence is mine now.

I flip him around, giving another quick spank of his ass before pressing my hand in the middle of his lithe shoulders. That arches his back, tilting his perfect round ass up. My claws dig into the skin of his hips. I feel the flesh give and the heavy scent of iron fills the room while it drips down my fingers.

“That’s it, Kitten. Bleed for me.” I scrape my talons down his thighs, leaving gashes in the wake, ruining his skin. I run the sharp points over the round curves of his ass, watching the gashes open and waterfalls of red.

“Fuck yes,” he shouts.

I reach around, palming his cock to feel the dainty, yet rock hard shaft spasm as he comes. Languidly, I reach between his legs to squeeze his sack.

“Still so full. What am I going to do with you, needy boy?” I kiss the side of his throat, the scent of his blood too strong, and I slide out of him.

He cries in protest as I leave him empty, but I have to kneel.

I have to heal his wounds that I’ve caused.

“Keep your legs spread, Kitten.” I start at his knee, where one of the red trails ends, then lick up his gorgeous body. His blood rushes across my taste buds, feeding the starved desperate beast that I am.

Glancing up the beautiful landscape of his body, I watch him watch me. He doesn’t flinch while I drink his blood down. His cock is hard still, pointing straight, the head an angry flushed color of pink. The five-to-six-inch length is weeping with need, his sack still swollen with come.

That’s the thing about the mating heat, relief won’t come until the heat is over. He’ll be like this for days, maybe even a week. I’m not sure how it is with male couples. I’ve never heard of a male finding their beloved in another male. This is new for my kind.

We’re making history.

My tongue dips into one of the wounds, my saliva healing the scratches immediately. “Mmm,” I hum in satisfaction.

He is by far the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

“Ambrose,” he gasps my name on a wanton breath.

I tilt my head up, opening my mouth just in time before a drop of come leaves the crown.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. “You look so good down there.”

I smirk when his cock flexes again, another stream of his seed eager to quench my thirst.

“I’ll happily get on my knees for you anytime, Kitten.” I lick another trail from his legs, cleaning and healing them both before making my way to his ass.

Ever so slowly, the skin meshes together, and his body is as good as new. I stand, placing my chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear. “Now, be a good boy and lie on your stomach on the bed.” I run my nose along the shell of his ear, my heart hammering when his scent invades my lungs, making itself home in my organs.

He moans, tilting his head to give me better access. We get lost in the simple touches of one another. Not kissing, just touching, just breaths and sighs. His hand cups my jaw as he sags against me. My hands roam down his fragile human body that I must protect at all costs, igniting a sensual noise from him.

“Go on,” I urge, slurring like a drunk from too much whiskey because of his aroma. “Lie down and present yourself to me. Spread your cheeks. Let me see your hole, Kitten.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers, rubbing his plump ass against my cock before taking a step aside.

I growl, stopping him by taking his neck in my hand. I could break it so easily, but I could never. Not Oliver. I’d never harm him, but the power dynamic, the knowledge I’m so much stronger than him while his human weakness will depend on me turns me the fuck on.

Yanking him back, I hover my lips over his so he can feel them against his as I speak. “You won’t test me. You won’t like the answer you’ll receive. Get on your stomach. Now.”

He licks his lip, his heart rate increasing, and a mixture of arousal and nerves radiate from him. “Make me,” he rasps.

My top lip curls, my eyes red suns burning bright with hunger at his challenge. “You don’t want to encourage the monster I am, Oliver.”

“Make me,” he repeats, a hard glint to his kind, naïve eyes.

In a blur, before he can fight me, I have him on his stomach, arms behind his back, and my cock at his entrance.

“You were saying?” In one stroke, I fill him to the hilt, and he curses. “I’ll always be able to overpower you. You’ll do well to remember that.” His ass shakes and our skin slaps together while I fuck him senseless.

I’m not paying attention to my pace, but I don’t use a safe, human speed. I hit his prostate every time, causing his body to convulse with orgasm after orgasm.

The bed creaks, the mattress shifts, the wood groans from the sexual frenzy. I grab the headboard, using it as support to fuck him harder, needing as much force as I can to teach him a fucking lesson.

“Good boy taking my cock like this. You love it, don’t you? You love knowing I can give more than any human can.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes!” He cries just as the headboard snaps in half.

Pieces of wood splinter and fly into the air. I roar my release, sinking my fangs into my mate’s neck once again to feed. Warm wine fills my mouth and I become instantly high from him, full and sated.

When I pull my fangs free, Oliver isn’t moving.

“Kitten?” I slide out of him, come leaking free, then flip him over.

His eyes are shut, and he isn’t responding to me. I press my ear against his chest and let out a breath of relief when I hear the steady tune of his heartbeat.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

He’s passed out. I inhale, his heat is still strong, but he is sated. He’ll wake up in need.

And I’ll be right here, giving him what he’ll crave.

Me.