Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Ozen was starving.

His stomach tightened uncomfortably like it was trying to eat itself. If he didn’t find a feeder soon, he’d perish, and he couldn’t allow that. He had a company to run. He glanced at his clock, his frustration rising with every passing minute. His secretary, Collette, was supposed to be here already with another feeder who better suited him. Usually he personally went through an agency for such things, but the last feeder they sent him had been a disaster. The man was obstinate and demanding, and he continually interrupted Ozen’s work to ask for attention. He seemed to be under the impression that signing on as Ozen’s feeder meant they were in some kind of romantic relationship. Which was ridiculous. Ozen didn’t date. He had far too much work to do.

After firing the last feeder, Ozen was ready to admit defeat. He couldn’t keep a feeder for longer than a few weeks at this point. Collette promised she’d vette the next one herself and bring them here before his morning meeting. He didn’t want to face the board while distracted by his stomach.

A knock on his office door caught his attention and he barked out a quick, “Enter,” his attention still on the paperwork in front of him. He swore he’d read the same paragraph three times and it still wasn’t filtering through his starved brain.

“Mr. Hawklsey?”

The voice was unfamiliar, and when Ozen looked up, he didn’t recognize the man standing just inside his office. He assumed it was the feeder, since he had no other scheduled visits that morning. The feeder was petite, probably no taller than 5’7”, with a slim build and a cherub face. Golden curls topped his head, and bright blue eyes stared back at him. A deep inhale told Ozen the man was human, twenty-seven years of age, and?—

A virgin?

What in the great goddess’s name was Collette thinking? There was no way a virgin could tend to his needs.

“My name is Avery Whitman—” he began, but Ozen cut him off.

“You can’t be serious. Does she really think someone with zero experience can do what is required?” he snapped. He’d mostly said it to himself, but the young man overheard him and took another step forward, his hands clutching the strap to his messenger bag.

“I can assure you, I can do the job. I’m a quick study and I’ve got a knack for adapting to new environments. There isn’t any challenge I haven’t met so far.”

Maybe in his professional life, but there were obviously things he’d forgone in his private life. Who in this day and age was still a virgin at twenty-seven?

Still, the man was pleasing to look at and Ozen liked his determination. If he signed with the feeder agency, he obviously knew what he was getting into. It wouldn’t hurt to test their compatibility. Collette wouldn’t send him here without reason.

“Fine. Close the door and come here.”

Avery hurried to do as he asked, which was a point in his favor. Ozen liked a certain level of obedience. It made the process easier. When Avery stopped just on the other side of his desk, though, Ozen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He pointed directly next to him, pressing his lips together to hide his scowl.

“I said come here.”

With only a moment of hesitation, Avery rounded the desk and stood in front of him, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth as he bounced on his toes. Standing this close, Ozen could taste Avery’s nerves in the air. That wasn’t surprising, given his virgin status. Hopefully it wouldn’t be an issue, because he was so hungry, he was beginning to feel delirious.

“Bag down. Take off your pants and bend over the desk.”

Avery’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he didn’t move to follow Ozen’s orders. Ozen’s eyes narrowed.

“Well?”

“I, uh— What?—”

Another pang of hunger stabbed through his gut and Ozen’s patience wore out. He didn’t like using his abilities to move things along; it defeated the purpose of feeding if he was using his magic to do it. But with Avery’s nerves, they’d still be standing here three days from now. Drawing just enough of his magic to lower inhibitions, he let it sweep through the room, focusing on the young man in front of him.

“Do you want me?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes.” His reply was more breathy, and he swayed toward Ozen slightly. He drew back on his powers just a little. He wanted Avery relaxed, not drugged. That wasn’t consent. He tried again when the fog lifted from Avery’s gaze.

“I need to feed, little one. Will you allow me to feed from you?”

Avery blinked a few times and Ozen worried he’d deny him. He had to admit he too preferred when he and his partner had time to talk first, but the pain in his gut was making him dizzy and he had a meeting to get to. Thankfully, Avery dipped his chin in agreement. Cupping it, Ozen lifted Avery’s face to force him to look at Ozen properly.

“I need your words, little one. Yes or no?”

“Yes. I just— I’ve never?—”

“I’ll be gentle,” Ozen assured him, though he worried that was a promise he wouldn’t be able to keep. It would take all of Ozen’s facilities to keep from attacking the smaller man. He never went this long between feeds before. He hoped Avery would be a better fit than his previous attempts at finding a feeder, because he wasn’t sure if he could continue like this.

“Take off your pants, little one, and let me see you.”

Avery reached for his belt with shaking hands, and Ozen felt as his incisors lengthened in anticipation. The smell of Avery’s arousal was tinged with anxiety, so Ozen pushed out a little more of his magic, soaking Avery’s senses and drowning out his anxieties. A small moan escaped Avery’s lips and his erection tented his briefs as his slacks dropped to his ankles. His hands still trembled at his sides, but he came willingly when Ozen guided him closer by his hips.

Leaning forward, Ozen ran his nose along Avery’s length, breathing in the scent of him. Citrus and musk, with a hint of sex from the wet spot blooming around the head of his cock. Ozen flicked his tongue out for a taste, biting back a groan as the salty sweetness teased his senses. His hunger compounded and urgency filled his veins. He promised Avery he would be gentle, but that choice would be taken from him if he didn’t speed this up. Dragging Avery’s briefs down his legs, Ozen let them pool at his ankles, darting his tongue out for one quick lick before turning Avery to face his desk.

“Bend over. All the way. That’s a good lad.”

Avery’s breath quickened, anticipation bleeding into the lust coming off him. It didn’t take away from it, though, and it was enough that Ozen was responding already. The tethers of his magic wrapped around Avery, siphoning his desire as he squirmed on Ozen’s desk. Already, the pain of starvation was subsiding, and he could think clearly enough to be gentle. His magic coated his fingers in slickness and he palmed one creamy cheek of Avery’s behind, opening him up for Ozen’s gaze. He felt Avery tense, some of the anxiety coming back, but thanks to the desire saturating the air, Ozen kept his patience. He stroked over Avery’s puckered entrance until Avery relaxed and his moans drowned out the nervous processes in his mind. He pushed back against Ozen’s hand, instinct guiding him to seek more pleasure. He tensed when one finger pushed inside, but a quick pulse of magic relaxed him again, and when Ozen added another, Avery didn’t flinch.

Normally, Ozen was focused only on getting inside his feeder, surrounding himself in as much desire as he could. But with Avery’s inexperience, now wasn’t the best time to force that kind of connection. Besides, he was getting plenty just from Avery’s response to his fingers alone. It was a curiosity he’d need to evaluate later, as normally it took a lot more to satiate him. Avery squirmed and moaned, pushing back to meet Ozen’s hand. When Ozen crooked his fingers, pressing against Avery’s prostate, Avery cried out, and a tidal wave of lust and desire hit Ozen square in the chest, lighting him up inside. He pushed in another finger, attacking that little gland until Avery’s sobbing, pleasure soaked cries filled the room.

Avery’s thighs trembled, his body tensed, and Ozen could feel in the air that Avery was close to his release. To avoid a mess, Ozen withdrew his fingers and spun Avery around, ignoring his cry of protest. He swallowed Avery’s cock in one swift movement, and Avery’s head flew back, his release exploding onto Ozen’s waiting tongue.

Ozen let the desire and pleasure fill him to bursting, and his eyes slipped closed from the relief, his own pleasure dancing across his skin. It had been a while since he was able to share pleasure with his partner. He had been coupling only to feed, and the quick trysts rarely ended in his pleasure. But Ozen felt his cock throb in his slacks, need replacing hunger in his gut. He almost contemplated taking Avery to his bedroom to continue exploring with him, but the look on Avery’s face made him pause. There were tears on his flushed cheeks, and he looked overwhelmed. Ozen felt his chest tighten, and for the first time in years, he felt the urge to provide aftercare. He carefully redressed Avery, avoiding touching his sensitive cock. Once he was dressed again, Ozen scooped him into his arms, carrying him to the leather couch Ozen kept against one wall. Once Avery was settled, he stepped back, intending to head to the ante office where he knew Collette kept a mini fridge with water and juice for him and visitors.

Before he could reach the door, it burst open, an apologetic Collette rushing into the room.

“I do apologize, sir. I know I’m late. The feeder got lost and—” She came to an abrupt halt when her eyes settled on Avery. Her brows drew together tightly and her frown pulled at her lips. “Who’s this?”

“What do you mean? He’s the feeder,” Ozen said, but when Collette’s eyes widened, he started to doubt that statement. He looked back at Avery, who still had a dazed look on his face. Avery never specifically said he was a feeder. But if he wasn’t the feeder, then who was he?

“Mr. Hawksley, the feeder I vetted is waiting by my desk. Did… Did the young man say his name?”

He could hear it, the accusation in her tone. She was worried he forced the issue on some random stranger due to his hunger. Which, as much as it bothered him to admit, had some truth to it. He’d assumed Avery was from the feeder agency and had acted accordingly, and while he was almost certain he hadn’t used enough magic to coerce Avery, he still felt guilty.

“He said his name is Avery Whitman.”

“Avery Whit—” She blanched, her head whipping to look at Avery again. “You— He— What did you do?”

“Collette. If you’d let me explain?—”

Her eyes were so wide, Ozen could see the whites all around the irises, and the more upset she got, the more her voice rose. If he wasn’t careful, his secretary would lose control and unleash a banshee scream on the office, and then they’d all be in trouble.