Chapter 2

" N ow get on the bed," I murmur, and Jeremiah's eyes widen.

Even though I can see the anxiety swirling in his irises, he does as I say, crossing the room until he's lying on his bed. His light blonde hair spills onto the pillow like a halo, the slightly longer strands perfect for pulling, and my cock aches to fill him up. But first things first—prepping him. Not like he deserves it, but I don't want him running. He's mine to toy with. This is clearly his first time, and he doesn't know what he's doing. All I know is that he trusted me enough to lie down on that bed—a stupid fucking choice if there ever was one—and I'm going to take full advantage of it.

He looks like the kind of guy who is secure enough in his masculinity to let me fuck him in the ass, so I don't have a conversation about who's going to bottom, knowing full well he's going to be the one to do it. I walk toward the nightstand between the beds, opening the first drawer to find lube and a thin vibrator.

Bingo .

I look over at Jeremiah, who is now jacking his length leisurely, looking right at me with an unreadable expression. A sinful smirk takes over my lips, and I climb onto the bed with him.

"Spread your legs, little human," I whisper, and he obliges, though he frowns at the nickname. "Shhhhh," I say before he can ask what the hell I'm talking about. "Close your eyes."

Jer closes his eyes, his mouth opens on a gasp when I trail my fingers over his thighs, then get between them. I lean over him, lining up our cocks once more and rubbing myself against him. Before he can process what I'm doing, though, I capture his lips with mine.

The first press of our lips against each other sends a shiver down my spine, a new development—something I've never felt before. He parts his mouth for me, taking my bottom lip between his own and sucking on it. My cock twitches, and my eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation of my balls drawing up into my body.

Fuck .

What the hell is he doing to me right now?

He tugs on my lip with his teeth, then lets go of it slowly. But I can't get enough, so I do the only sensible thing and tease my tongue against the seam of his lips. He parts them immediately, letting me thrust my tongue into his willing mouth, and moans when they tangle together. We battle for dominance, but if there's one thing about me—I always win.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard until I can taste blood, then let go slowly. He gasps, licking at his now wounded flesh, and I smirk. There's blood dripping down his lip, and I can taste it on my tongue. So I'm not surprised when it's smearing all over his neck as I kiss it, then bite hard and lick down his body.

He's flawless, freckles dotting his shoulders, skin completely clear of tattoos. Not even one in sight. I admire it, the golden color of his skin as I kiss down his body, abs tightening under my tongue. The groan that vibrates through me as I make it to his pelvis and inhale him is animalistic, and I've never smelled anything better. Musk and something woodsy—like sandalwood.

"Oh, fuck," Jeremiah whispers when I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum leaking down his slit. "Yes, please."

"Mmmm," I moan as I lick his shaft, getting him wet and ready for me. "More?"

"Please."

"Beg me," I murmur. "Beg for it."

"Please, baby," Jeremiah pleads. "Suck my dick. Please, I'm fucking begging."

My cock twitches at the nickname, and I smile as I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one go and swallowing around him.

Jeremiah moans loudly, one hand gripping the sheets, the other pulling the strands of hair at the top of my head. I hollow my cheeks on the way up, creating more suction for him, and grab the bottle of lube. He stiffens when he hears me uncap it, and I slather my fingers in the cold liquid. I want to reassure him, but I won't. I don't know why he's bringing this soft side out of me, but I shouldn't care this much.

Pressing my finger to his hole, I give him just the tip. He tenses even more, but when I give him a deep suck all the way to the back of my throat, he relaxes enough to let me slip it all the way in. I thrust in and out of him a few times, then add a second finger. He moans when I crook them, and I know exactly when I find his prostate because the whimper he blesses me with makes my cock leak onto the sheets. I remove my mouth from his cock with a pop, continuing to thrust my fingers in his ass slowly, trying to drive him insane, and it must be working because his fingers tighten in my hair as he tries to get me to suck him again.

Goddamn .

Turning on the vibrator, I press it to his leg. He jumps and gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair impossibly harder until tears stream down my face.

"W-w-what is that?" His voice shakes, and I smirk, biting the inside of his thigh and drawing more blood. He hisses, his back arching off the bed. "Kaelin?"

A shiver runs down my spine at the way he says my name, and it makes me fucking giddy that he even remembered it. It sounds sweet on his full lips, better than any summoning. "Heaven," I reply simply, knowing I'm about to make him see stars.

I withdraw my fingers, coating the vibrator with lube this time, then thrust it into him slowly. Taking his cock back in my mouth, I taste the pre-cum leaking from him, which makes my mouth water immediately. I moan as I take him to the back of my throat once more, swallowing around him, and shove the vibrator in the rest of the way. I let him adjust to it, but not for long, before I'm thrusting it in and out of his ass in hard, long strokes.

His back arches off the bed again, and I hollow my cheeks on the way back up. His cock continues to leak like a goddamn faucet in my mouth, and his legs begin to tremble as he shouts, the vibrator pegging his prostate with every pass.

"Ohmyfuckinggod."

Not God, little human.

Just your worst nightmare.

The bed hovers off the floor, levitating at my will, and I double my efforts. He's completely oblivious to what's happening in this room right now, and the room temperature increases to scorching levels. Hot enough that even I start sweating.

"I'm gonna fucking come," he moans loudly. "If you want me to pull out, get off now ."

I quicken the pace of the vibrator and suck him even harder. I want to wring him dry by the time I'm done with him, and as his cock pulses in my mouth seconds later, I know I'm going to accomplish my mission. Both his hands tangle in my hair as his hips take on a mind of their own and he fucks hard into my mouth, and I moan as his cum pools and drips down my chin. The bed shakes as it falls back down to the floor, screeching loudly, and he groans as his cock softens.

Pulling away, he lets go of my hair, and I kneel between his legs. I spit his cum onto my hand, coating my cock with it, and he gasps, "Condom?"

I shake my head with a smirk. "Nah, you're taking my cock just like this."

"Wait, what happened to your face?" His voice trembles with the question. I know he can see the shadow behind Sam's body, and he's freaking out just a bit.

"Nothing, baby," I tell him softly. "Now shut the fuck up and let me fuck you."

He swallows hard, and I hear him gulp, which only serves to turn me on further. It's as if I can smell his fear, taste it on my tongue. It's an aphrodisiac, and I want more of it. But I can't scare him too much either.

Pressing the head of my cock to his gaping hole, I slip in easily. He encases me in mind-blowing tightness and heat, and I moan. "Oh, fuck." I mutter, and he tightens around me. "You feel incredible."

I fold him up like a pretzel, pressing his knees toward his chest, and watch as my cock thrusts in and out of him slowly. It glistens with his cum, and I groan at how wet he feels. Incredible.

Rearing my hand back, I slap him across the face. Not too hard, but still hard enough to sting. He's stunned as his head rears to the side, but before he can complain, I wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze. He makes a choking sound, turning bright red almost immediately, and I smirk.

"Take it, baby," I whisper, leaning over him until we're at face level. "Open that pretty little mouth."

Jeremiah does as I say, parting his lips for me, and I gather my saliva and spit it into his mouth. I loosen my hold on his neck just in time to hear his choked moan, and I groan at the sound. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I quicken the pace, and my balls draw up. When I open my eyes once more, I see him gripping the sheets again. Hearing his moans is like music to my damned ears. "Are you hard again, baby?" I whisper, and he moans louder.

The angle must be blissful, and I know I'm pegging his prostate with every pass. My spine tingles, and Jeremiah looks up at the ceiling with his lip caught between his teeth, exposing his neck to me. It's a dangerous position to be in with me, seeing as I'm definitely the predator, and he is the prey. But I don't want to think about how he has me breaking all my rules right now.

Rule number one—don't fuck the humans.

"You gonna come for me again, Jer?" I ask him, and he nods. "How close are you?"

"Fucking close," he replies through gritted teeth. "Don't stop, please. Don't fucking stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I moan, my balls tightening, and I know I'm about to bust. "Come for me, baby."

"I don't know if I can," he whines. "I'm not touching my?—"

His ass flutters around my cock, and he shouts.

Oh, fuck, yes .

I moan again, my own cock twitching, draining with my release, filling him up to bursting. The lights flicker in the bathroom, bathing the room in darkness momentarily, before flicking back on.

I feel my cum seeping around my cock as it leaks out of his ass, and that just won't do. So I pull out and shove two fingers back into him, pushing it back in. Then I do the only sensible thing and shove my cock back into his warm, wet ass.

Jeremiah's eyes widen. "What are you doing?"

"Warming up, baby." I wink. "Now spread your legs and let me lie down."

"I'm covered in cum," he says weakly, yet spreads his legs for me all the same. Weak little delicious fucking human. "What the?—"

I lick at his chest, cleaning up the cum on him, then shove my tongue between his parted lips. He moans, sucking on it, and my cock gives one last twitch before softening. "Go to sleep, baby."

"How?"

"You can do it." I press my lips against his chastely, and my stomach does a stupid little cartwheel. "Now keep my cock warm."

Jeremiah rolls his eyes but doesn't push me off him, and I smirk. I lie down on him, knowing damn well he can take it. He's built like a brick house. Thick arms, defined chest, and huge fucking thighs. Honestly, it's impressive. It's no wonder I broke my rule.

I rest my head over his heart as he falls asleep, lulling me into some sort of trance, and once I hear the soft snores coming from him, I pull out. I don't bother cleaning him up. Let him live with the evidence of what we did between his thighs. Instead, I put my clothes back on and exit the room quietly, taking the elevator down to the main floor.

Once I'm downstairs, I exit the building and go for a walk, letting the chilly air cool me down. Just now noticing the strangest fucking thing. My vessel has no fight in him, or he's really fucking enjoying this. Either way, I usually like more back and forth. I want the fight, crave it. I want to argue with the little fucker I've taken over. But the silence isn't bothering me for once.

And I wonder if it's my little human's doing.

Guess we're going to have to find out.