Page 32 of Hound

“Is that so?”

He lowered his head and softly nuzzled his nose on my neck, hovering. Trailing. “More than a doll, actually. You’re the torment that calls to all of me.”

Warmth flooded my system in waves, each one greater than the last as his words echoed. “Then have me.”

At that, Lorenzo made quick work at my trousers, removing them and disposing of what little remained on him. Pale blonde waves framed us as large palms studied my spindly figure. Each probe fueled the electricity that had long become one with me. Moonlight contoured him and deepened his gaze. Beyond the possession and lust, came forth a refined yearning that swallowed me whole.

Intricate lines carved Lorenzo’s abdomen, his robust build narrowing to a taut waist that emphasized his prominent length. The heavy weight of his possessive stare was shadowed by his pants. Doubt obscured the air of confidence he carried moments ago.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.

The uncertainty in Lorenzo’s furrowed expression washed away. “You drive me crazy.” Fondness warmed his voice, then it suddenly shifted. “But as much as I want to hear you scream in pleasure, there’s still guardians a few kilometers away. So Christopher,” he said lowly, “if the pain becomes too much, you bite me. Got that?”

“Yes,” I said through a breath, what little remained vanishing as Lorenzo wrapped his hand around my length. The flesh on his palms were rough. His touch, however, maintained a steady, soft rhythm, fulfilling each desire that burned within me. His fingers pressed through my entrance and stretched. Moans escaped ourlips, Lorenzo seizing them in a harsh kiss, his stubble marking my flesh.

The loss of Lorenzo’s lips and fingers struck at once. He reeled back, the top of his tongue caressing my neck in a trail until they drew to his fingers and sucked. “Someone was prepared. Eager, much?”

I partially rolled my eyes, the sight of his beautiful smirk captivating me alike his hold on me. “I haven’t fed.”

“Because you were hoping for this?” His snarky tone still sparked the prickly irritation in my abdomen.

“That’s not?—”

His hand vanished behind me and followed the curve of my back until it discovered my entrance again. There was no need to probe when I accepted his touch. “No need to deny. I know this is exactly what you wanted. I did, too.” My body unfolded layer by layer, beckoning him closer, firmer, as my back grazed deeper into the limestone.

Stretched and primed, Lorenzo angled his tip, his girth easing in until he could dominate. Pleasure laced in pain exploded within my abdomen as my body naturally molded to his length with each stroke. It was all too consuming; familiar yet anew. My fangs responded, lifting and sinking into his flesh. Piquant blood crashed on my tongue, the familiar force sparking my veins. Sex was an act to momentarily revel in pleasure. But this couldn’t be described as such. This was beyond the means of two bodies honoring a transaction. This was a descent to somewhere unknown, somewhere only we knew, where we would live for eternity.

Twenty-four years of existence no longer felt aimless. I existed for him. Him for myself. In return, I had him, and we both relished each other until we couldn’t no longer.

Sleep was one escape many sought after, the cure to problems which dawned on the conscious. To a great degree, vampires didn’t desire sleep. It was a chore that we abided by, revitalizing ourselves like humans. Yet, while humans depended on it in excess, vampires could endure days without such a thing before fatigue claimed us. By the principle, to crave sleep was rare, and to be enthralled by it even more.

However, with Lorenzo, this phenomenon arose.

Heat blanketed my body and tugged me awake. Warm arms wrapped tighter around my frame, shoving me into the sculpted chest vibrating with low snores. Lorenzo’s prominent Adam’s apple raised and lowered with each swallow. He remained undisturbed in my twisting form, his hold cradling my stature as I tugged. Though I wished to remain in his touch, if this continued, we would stay in this cave for another day, somnolent and buried away from the reality that persisted.

Sun rays crept through the dirt, stretching to the dark corner where obscure flowers stood beside Lorenzo’s motorbike. Dark windmill-like petals blossomed, distant light unveiling a violet undertone. These were ones the household’s garden didn’t harbor, but I recognized them nevertheless; our mother had frequented the outer grounds in search of them.

“Dahlia’s are not native to this land, yet, they thrive,”she had whispered to me one morning when I had followed her to the neighboring forest in my early years, before guardians monitored us closely. The break of morning had splintered the sky in hues of oranges, the prickle of its beams forever imprinted on my flesh.“It makes you wonder how they arrived here. Whobrought them. Why they came to be. There is always more than meets the eye—especially when it’s under our noses.”

A mild bitter fragrance danced in the humid air, yanking me from memories buried in the deepest depths. Sorrow pinched behind my eyes and a slight heaviness weighed my chest, the dense mass of regret echoing in my bones. The resounding pain held me captive, crawling underneath my flesh until a deep inhale caught my attention.

“He has awakened,” I jested, the humor peculiar on my tongue. Inversely, the unwavering warmth belonged in my chest.

Dazed bronze eyes slowly widened then narrowed onto me. “And he has already started. Do we have to go another round to shut that mouth of yours?” This deep, gravelly voice was unlike the one he harbored last night. Though the possession still lingered, it lacked the amplification that parted his fixed tone. Nevertheless—alongside the vivid thought of doing more with Lorenzo—his voice sparked my arousal. The hold his fingers owned in my crown said so as well.

“Though it would be an admirable way to start our morning,” I said as I parted from him and began dressing. “I need to meet with Sonia.”

An unsatisfied groan rolled off him. “Fine.”

A slight cold weight pressed against my thigh. Noah’s words rung in the back of my mind, the warning ever-present.“Next time you hold something of value, Eldest Brother, don’t drop it.”

Lorenzo’s gaze remained on me, a slight tremor in his eyes as they fixated on my sudden motion.

“A peace offering,” I mentioned as I bore the clicker. “Though I don’t expect it to be needed, I hope.”

Lorenzo rapidly stood, towering beside me as he closed the distance I had placed to keep my hands to myself. Sharp teeth grazed my bare shoulder as his soft caress accepted it. “I’ll take whatever you offer.”

His flesh burned into my veins before he parted and sauntered to his motorbike. He rummaged through the seat compartment, retrieving dark leisurewear. “But don’t think this will make me forget to pick up where we left off. Maybe I’ll get the chance to tear you apart.”

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