24. Twenty-Four

I’d grown a list in the time he’d spoken to me.

The first cunt on it was his brother.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to kill Vampyrs, but I’d find out. I didn’t have a brother, not by blood anyway, but Lucios would have never betrayed me like that. Lucios… fuck. He would never.

Second was his father. I never understood bigots. The fact he felt anything other than nothing boiled my blood.

Vastian could love who he wanted. Fuck who he wanted. It shouldn’t matter. But his father wasn’t the only monster who thought that way. Aryn wasn’t any better.

Third was the Queen. I’d never wanted to kill a Queen before, and I wasn’t sure it was possible. But I’d risk anything to try. How dare she? He wasn’t just a sperm bank for her stupid uterus.

I understood the need and desire to have children. I understood that most mothers love their children with all their hearts, and some women can never know that love. It is unfair.

But to force someone to fuck them? To do this? Unforgivable.

He didn’t have to say it for me to piece together why his cock was so special. His powers. I didn’t know much about them or the goddess who did this to him—but I doubted god powers were genetic, especially when they were hand-me-downs.

Lastly, I was going to rip off this Damian person’s cock and shove it down his throat. They were together for a century. Vastian loved him. Not only did that thought really fuck me up inside, but I had to remind myself that it was over.

After all, it was my lips he was pressed against. My cock he’d tormented. Who knew I could be jealous of someone’s former lover? Either way… he was dying too.

I’d take on the entire Vampyr court to spare Vastian from this.

He pulled back from our dancing tongues and leaned his head against the wall that I pinned him to. “What have you done to me, Atreyis?” he breathed and closed his eyes.

All that did was reveal his thick, beautiful neck, and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed it, running my hands up his sides, and felt his cock grow against me. “Fuck, I want you so bad,” I said with a groan.

He cupped my ass, and my cock was so hard it was painful. “Touch me, please.”

Say no more.

I never thought I’d get the chance. My hands found his cock instantly. Palming his length through his pants, I sucked at the skin of his neck and bit down. The guttural moan that left his throat was too much.

Making quick work of unfastening his pants, I slid them down to his thighs, exposing his beautiful, huge cock. I slammed my lips onto him when my fingers wrapped around the velvety skin. I pumped him lazily, savoring all his twitches and gasps—the way he dug his nails into my sides and watched my ministrations. He licked his lips absently, leaning to capture mine, but I had a better idea. I”d wanted this cock in my face for a long time.

Dropping to my knees, I didn’t even take a moment to breathe before I took the tip in.

Vastian tasted like nothing I’d ever had. Most cum had a salty tang to it, but not him. It was subtly sweet, and all I could envision was a lollipop. I know. Get over it.

I half expected him to move or thrust into my mouth. However, I caught him staring at me in disbelief, cupping his lips. I wasn’t sure how to take that. So, I dragged the flat of my tongue from the base to the tip. His eyes rolled.

“Tell me what you like, baby.” I stroked his solid thighs and continued to tease him, dipping my tongue into his slit.

He moaned now. “You. All of you.” The words were choppy.

Surprisingly, he didn’t have any preference, but that meant open season for me. I’d never sucked a cock quite this big, but I was confident. Taking him as far down as my throat would allow, I gagged, and tears stung my eyes, but the noises he made when I did it—fuck, I could fucking get used to this. Working him with hollow cheeks and flicking my tongue whenever I got to the tip, I reached up to cup his balls. They were firm and cool, and he hissed when I brushed his taint.

“Not there,” he ground out.

I didn”t want to ruin it by protesting, so I moved my hands back to his legs. Then he grabbed my hair, fisting it. Our eyes locked as I predicted what he wanted. Widening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, I watched as his eyes flared with lust before he fucked my mouth. Guiding my head with firm but careful precision, his cock slid down the hilt and back out.

“Bloody gods, Atreyis.” He knocked his head back and bit down on his lower lip.

The view was to die for, and I loved seeing it. Every second his cock was in my mouth, more and more of him came undone. But he wasn’t coming. I thought teasing his ass might help, but he made it clear that wasn’t what he wanted.

After several minutes of this, I popped his cock out of my mouth and sat back on my haunches.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, breathlessly and shocked.

Pulling down his pants more, I helped him lift his feet so I could toss them aside. “Get on the bed.”

He eyed me for a moment, then did. All I wanted was to get naked and fuck him until neither of us could see straight, but now that wasn’t an option. Apparently, he was not into ass-play. That was fine, though, because I was determined to make him come regardless, and I had an idea.

Nearing the edge of the bed, I took off my pants. A burning, hungry stare landed on my cock as I jerked it slowly. We were mentally devouring each other. I was enthralled with his body, and his eyes were glued to where I fucked my fist. When he licked his lips and propped his head under his arms, I almost came right there.

“Let”s do this,” I said while climbing on the bed to straddle him.

We both shuddered when our cocks pressed together. Lowering to kiss him, I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around us both. His eyes widened, and he pulled back in shock. After a few strokes, I let go to spit on my hand and coated us, savoring the friction and slickness. He bucked when I tightened my hold, flicking my wrist up and down. We felt so fucking good together like this.

He sucked in a breath as I toyed with his balls with my other hand.

“Do you like this, baby?” I purred and nibbled at his lips.

Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me down and darted his tongue into my mouth. When I sucked on it, he whimpered. “Atreyis, I want to bite you.”

I dragged my tongue over the seam of his mouth. “Not yet. If you do that, I’ll come. I want this to be about you.” That was true. Every time he bit me, I exploded.

“I will, too,” he said breathlessly as I picked up the pace.

The grin that ripped across my face was wicked. Now, I had the upper hand. Fuck I loved this.

So my Vampyr needed to sink his teeth into something to come. Why did that turn me on way more? Sitting up, I spit on my hand again, creating more slickness. It never ceased to amaze me how cold his skin was, but the contrast made everything much better.

What would his cock feel like inside me? Moaning audibly at the thought, I pumped us faster, harder. Wild arms shot out, and he slammed my throat to his mouth.

“Come for me, Atreyis.” His voice was literal gravel.

Then he bit me. White-hot pleasure coiled in my balls, shooting right up through my cock. My breath hitched, and when his free hand joined in on my merciless pounding, I came. Everywhere. With a hiss, he unlatched from my neck and moaned so fucking loud I pulled back to see his face. When he came, his blood-coated lips parted, his eyes rolled, and every muscle in his neck tightened. It was the most beautiful thing.

“So. Fucking. Gorgeous,” I said between kissing his neck, jaw, and lips. Something about tasting my blood on them made another dribble of cum leak from my cockhead.

“How did you… where did you—”

Brushing my fingers over him, I whispered, “I like to try things. I’ve never actually done this with anyone.”

Was my Vampyr blushing? His cheeks visibly reddened. “And here I thought you’d done it all.” With precision, he removed his soiled shirt and tossed it on the floor.

Doing the same with my own, I dismounted him. “Shower?”

“First,” he whispered, sitting up, and I drooled when his abs flexed. “A kiss.” His plump lips pressed against mine.