Blood Lust

CHAPTER TWELVE


He watched Seth, breaking out in a sweat from the intense pleasure and invasion. The intense libidinous delight whipped through him in waves. “Do that to me all over,” he murmured, on fire. Seth retracted his blood teeth and slowly raised his head, drawing on Isaac’s erection hard enough to make him wince in a mix of bliss and discomfort. “Feels like you could turn me inside out.”

Seth growled low in his throat and sank his fangs into Isaac’s thigh as he replaced the stimulation of his mouth with his hand. Jerking lazily, the vampire fed with equal lack of urgency. Almost as if from a distance, Isaac realized his close call had rattled Seth, and his lover meant to savor him. He had to let his head fall back on the mattress and closed his eyes. No one had worshipped his body the way this vampire did.

Seth lifted his head, licking a warm path up to Isaac’s tightening balls. He took them into his hot mouth by turns, then gently rolled Isaac onto his front. Open for me.

Immediately, he spread his legs. His lover pressed two fingers, slick with his own body’s wonderful wetness, against the threshold of Isaac’s.

“Oh my God.” The sensation of penetration bewitched him. Then, that internal hot spot received a direct massage as blood teeth sank into his shoulder where it joined his neck. He could do nothing but vocalize incoherently.

I’m not going to let you come, yet.

Beyond the finesse of mental communication, he just moaned. His lover licked over the most recent site of his communion, then scooted lower to withdraw his fingers and lavish oral attention. It made him feel empty and needy. “Fuck me, Seth.”

“I’m going to give you the loving of your life, boy.” He nudged Isaac’s thighs wider, bringing his pelvis close. The blunt tip of him courted, asking for entrance before pushing very slowly inside.

His hands gripped the covers, twisting them and he lifted his hips. “You’re so huge.”

“For you,” he groaned. “All for your pleasure.”

Through the fog of arousal he recognized the romantic sentiment and sweetness of the statement. Less comfortable with that than the passion between them, he urged, “Please fuck me.”

Seth covered his body, pulling up Isaac’s hands to lace their fingers and align their forearms upon the bed. “I told you, the loving of your life.”

A mental assault of images, scents and sounds not of his experience entered his brain. Seth shared his own memories and thoughts without shame. It threatened to overwhelm him. He gripped his lover’s hands, his entire body burning from within.

Seth kept his thrusts slow, even and deep until Isaac began to rub himself against the mattress. It pushed in the hard cock fucking him until pelvis met ass. They both shuddered.

Isaac wanted to weep with need. “I have to get off. Please.”

“I’m going to control you when you do.”

They strained together, Isaac rubbing himself off and aiding Seth’s increasingly urgent pounding. He sank his fangs into the back of Isaac’s neck. The raw sexual splendor effectively delivered the orgasmic coup de grâce .

A primal scream ripped from him. Explosions of raw satisfaction tore through his body and erupted from his cock. They continued in violent surges. “No…more…God.

“Say my name,” the vampire growled.

“Seth! Seth!”

A wealth of hot cum flooded him as his lover peaked. Despite his daze, he imagined it soaking his tissues. To his somewhat disconcerted wonder, he began to tingle internally. A final lash of climax surged though his body and then his vision dimmed. He slid under a heavy veil of corporal satiety.

“Isaac, wake.”

He rubbed his face against the warm, hairless plane of his lover’s chest. “Don’t want to.” Having his face physically lifted made him open his eyes. “What?”

Seth gazed at him, brows lowered and burgundy eyes glowing. “I arranged for a restaurant to deliver three meals today. The fault falls to me for not thinking of that before. Please,” he stroked Isaac’s nose and jaw, “don’t do more than venture up for meals until I wake. I cared for Poppy and will return with you after dark to give her the attention she deserves.”

His frightening encounter with that female vampire yet bright, he replied, “Thanks, man. I’ll stay close.”

Those entrancing eyes began to appear heavy-lidded and drowsy. “Kiss me before I sleep. Let me carry the taste of your mouth into my dreams.”

Isaac’s heart turned a funny cartwheel. He scooted up to press his lips to Seth’s.

His vampiric lover sighed and closed his eyes in slumber. After a long moment of admiring Seth’s masculine beauty, it occurred to him he had not told the other male his horse’s name.

Isaac wondered how in hell Seth managed to talk a restaurant into delivering out this far. As he carefully re-heated the mushroom, bacon and cheese omelet, he became convinced by the smell, he didn’t care. He slid it from the takeout container onto a plate. Fork poised, he froze.

Something off in the house flipped, reminding him of his Aunt Pertie’s doggy door for her ten Pekes. Unmistakable sounds of nails on wood floor accompanied the approach of soft panting and canine wuffling. The sounds drew closer. He recalled waking to those animals around the bed. Isaac watched the kitchen doorway, heart in his throat.

Two heads of those wolf-dogs made the corner, fixing him with unsettling canine intelligence. He reacted instinctually.

Hungry?

Ears laid back and receptive doggy-wolves whined followed.

“Shit.” He set aside his plate and utensil. More heads poked around. The bouquet of faces tickled his sense of humor. Tension draining, he bid, “Well, come on.”

He counted twenty-six as they filed submissively into the room to crowd it. Isaac pulled out the meals intended for him, nuked them enough to knock off the chill and placed them on the floor. One by one, they would slink over to lick his fingers before returning to dine.

No, he hadn’t brought down a deer to feed the pack.

All the same, he had fed them.