Blood Lust

CHAPTER NINE



Isaac had never wanted anything so much in his life. He’d only to walk back to that bed and have what he desperately craved. Those burgundy eyes watched him with a predator’s intensity. Yet, Seth made no move to force him.



An uncle of his had often philosophized, “Give anyone enough rope and they’ll manage to hang themselves.”



Isaac realized somewhat miserably, as his gaze returned to that glorious cock, he officially had enough rope.



He walked at a gallows shuffle, beaten though not particularly submissive. “Wish you’d never moved in here.”



“Don’t say that,” Seth scolded gently. He ceased stroking himself and waited. “I bless the day I decided to buy this house. The day my urge to seek isolation ended my solitude.”



Isaac paused at the bed’s edge. “Make sense.”



“I’ve been alone both lives. Born human to a widow who died in childbirth, raised by monks, and then seduced into this dark life by a vampire who abandoned me after I changed.” He held out his hand in invitation. “I decided to exchange being alone in crowds for true isolation. Then, you found me, sweet boy.”



“Don’t call me that. I’m angry at you right now.” His gaze snagged on the lingering sheen of wetness on the proffered hand. Before he could check himself, he knelt on the bed, greedily sucking that sweet fluid from Seth’s long fingers.



“Yes. Listen to your instincts.” He growled, low and feral. “You know what I want.”



Tentatively, he opened himself and the connection blasted through him, warm and intimate. Crying out, he fought it back. “No. I’m no blood courtesan.” Tears stung his eyes and he spilled from bed to cool floor.



Seth scooped him up almost before he fully landed. “Why fight yourself?”



“I’m fighting you, you motherfucker!” The feel of Seth’s body set him on fire. Almost mindless with desire and the ache to relent, he struck out blindly and wildly.



“You fight the very blood in your veins,” Seth shot back, voice rough with lust.



When Isaac’s body touched down on the bed he rolled to the opposite side and stood panting. “That’s all I am! All that matters to you. The blood in my veins!”



Suddenly, Seth towered over him. “I will tolerate much.” Muscles along his jaw danced and even the scent of him changed. “Never again cheapen what I feel for you.”



The softness of the words frightened Isaac. “Changed your mind about killing me?” He heard the brittleness and vulnerability in his own voice.



Seth picked up his left hand and pressed it to his own chest. “I would tear out my heart before harming you.”



Completely divided by passion and will, Isaac shook and swayed. “Tear it out and give me peace.”



Seth lifted his hand to his mouth, kissing the tip of each of Isaac’s fingers. “Remember how it felt to tell me I could have whatever I wanted? To surrender?”



Isaac slapped him with his right hand, making it sting while failing to even turn Seth’s head. “In this moment, I hate you.”



“I adore you.”



Torn between surrender and dignity, he whispered. “Then, do something.”



Seth shoved him back upon the bed and Isaac melted. He opened himself, wanting what Seth wanted.



Surrender.



Submission.



Isaac rolled over and got to his knees. Seth hooked his arms around his thighs and dragged him back to very aggressively devour his ass. His chest dropped to the mattress and the fight left him. In response, his lover’s mouth slowed, courting, lavishing attention. Fingers followed, slick with that wondrous secretion.



“Let me take control of your mind a bit, boy.”



“Okay,” he managed. The initial entry sent a shockwave of sensation through him. Not painful. Still, not exactly pleasurable. Before he could shift forward and pull away, they touched something inside him that made him gasp and almost drool into the covers. “Seth …”



I’m just intercepting fear and pain. Everything else is yours.



Seth mouthed his nuts so gently it maddened, whispering razor teeth over ultra-sensitive skin. “Hold my dick when you enter me.”



Relax, boy.



The brief, teasing bites over his ass and thighs made Isaac mewl and his lover groan. “Bite me. Take it.”



“I will,” Seth promised, withdrawing his fingers and turning Isaac onto his back. “Look me in the eye and tell me to fuck you.”



Isaac rolled shoulders and chest up from the mattress, cradling Seth’s head. “Fuck me, please.”



Both exclaimed at the ruthless sensation of joining. Isaac could not draw breath for a long moment. It seemed like his lover’s prick filled his entire body. And then, Seth buried his length. Isaac reached down to grasp at his partner’s slim hips.



On fire, he demanded, “Deeper. More.”



Seth withdrew. They both moaned at the disconnect. “On your knees.”



Isaac assumed the position in all haste, half-screaming as his lover pressed deep. Words tumbled from his lips. “Make me your bitch. Fuck me.”



Seth’s larger body covered his. He pushed Isaac to rest his weight upon elbows, then laced their fingers. Laying his cheek to Isaac’s, he purred, “Like this?”



“Gaaaawd.”



“Talk to me, boy. Like my cock fucking your sweet, tight, virgin ass?”



Isaac shuddered. “Mm-hmmm.”



“Say it!”



He struggled to focus. “I love your cock fucking my virgin ass.”



Seth thrust deeply and wrung Isaac’s erection. “Sweet boy.”



Isaac erupted almost without warning. The penis inside seemed to swell larger before erupting in geyser-like spurts of cum.







He awoke draped atop on Seth, the brazier sending out lovely warmth. Lifting his head, he saw his lover’s eyes trained upon him. For long moments, they did not speak.



Isaac sighed. “I wish I could huff off like a victimized diva. Too mellow and thoroughly satisfied.”



Seth hugged him. “I apologize for my roughness. Permission to take your mare’s lunge whip to me.”



He dropped his cheek to Seth’s chest and shut his eyes. “Might give it to you. Seems you’re the dom.”



Long arms tightening, Seth gathered Isaac close and vowed, “Only when you grant it. Never by force.”



Smiling at the irony, he responded, “Aren’t I fucked.”