Page 36 of Hound

This happened the first time he’d fed, too.

Did all vampires look like this when they fed? Did they hold the same captivating beauty as my doll?

I shook my head. There was no way anyone could match Christopher. No one.

He cleared his throat. “However, what I have discerned recently is that, ever since we met, my ability to feed on others has ceased to exist.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before you, I habitually fed. After you, the appeal and the drive to fulfill my hunger receded, until our night at the cave.” His eyelids lowered as his gaze traveled from my face, down my neck, and onto his spot—his bite. The wound closed the moment his fangs withdrew from my shoulder, but the bite marks remained. Were they permanent? The idea drove me crazy. I fucking hoped so.

His tongue lapped his lips, removing remnants of my blood. The sight multiplied the need to take him, resistance thinning by the second.

His tone lowered as he said, “The very thought of feeding from someone other than you is repulsive to me.”

All reason left my body as I aggressively took Christopher’s lips. Fangs and tongue met my exchange as I lifted him off the floor and beelined for his bed. Somehow, I didn’t mess up the stacks around us as we reached the second floor.

Christopher shed his clothes the moment I deposited him in his mattress. I made quick work with my uniform, a thud rebounding on the floor as everything came off.

Fuck. Why did I come here in the first place? There was no point in figuring it out when Christopher jumped onto me and wrapped his bare legs around my waist. His length pressed against my abs, frigid skin melting against my growing heat. My hands trailed down the sharp angles of his stomach until they gripped his hips. Before he could fully settle, I flipped us, our bodies never parting from our kiss. My doll rested on top of me, those eyes shadowed with need meeting mine as his eyebrows met.

“Ride me.”

Moonlight painted Christopher’s fair skin, black veins webbing around his lust-filled gaze and emphasizing the delicate contours in his stomach and arms. My fingers traced them in slow strokes. Fuck. His beauty was otherworldly. I equally wanted to tear him apart as I wanted to protect him, both tethering on a fine line.

Christopher lifted his hips in his straddle and I cupped him, fingers working his entrance until I could rest my tip against it. Maybe I should have been more patient, but how could I when I wanted every single piece of him? Especially when he prepped without me as he accepted my length.

“You were ready?”

“I must, especially when missing you is as great as the need for release.”

He settled down slowly, taking me inch by inch. Our moans vibrated against the walls and with each minute, my restraint snapped.

“You sure no one will hear us?”

“Lorenzo, the chambers are soundproof.”

I smirked. “Then prove it.”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hips rolled with abandon, taking me exactly as I was—his. A cold hand rested against my chest as the momentum grew, my hands searching.One wrapped around his length and stroked with rough pressure. The other grabbed his waist and pressed down. My eyes rolled back as he squeezed around me, rolling and taking.

“Fuck.”

He took my lips, fangs poking through my thin skin. Our breaths became one. His moans became mine. Mine became his. We were a whole piece that neither of us knew was missing.

Pleasure erupted from the base of my spine, waves crashing until they settled. Christopher followed soon after with convulsions, ropes of his release painting my skin. Mine dripped from his behind as he fell into my arms, the two of us settling in our mess. Before either of us could grow too comfortable, I carried him off to the dimly-lit bathroom where I settled him underneath a lukewarm shower—just like he liked it.

After minutes of silence, I said, “You know what’s one thing I’ve noticed? You guys love low lighting.” Thankfully, with my sharp vision, I could make out every curve and line on his face. But the light made it easier.

His chuckle vibrated off the walls. Was it possible to bottle up someone’s laugh? Or just voice overall? “Our mother was quite sensitive to it after her transition. Though we didn’t harbor such attributes, the habit translated over to us. Vampires aren’t particular about lighting except for the sun since we are sensitive to it.”

It’s why half-human guardians wore sunglasses outside. “Kind of like an allergy, yeah?”

“Exactly like that. But with sunscreen, sunlight doesn’t burn as much as it used to.”

“Vampires wear sunscreen?” I smirked and rubbed the foamed soap across his torso.

“Many do. Unlike humans who are supposed to use it as well, it’s become a common practice.” He rolled his eyes, but a glint shone in them as he took the soap and returned the favor. “My skin is the only shield I harbor. I want to protect it as best as possible.”

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