Page 111 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

This wasn’t me—this confident, dominating person. I was Flynn Carter, the guy who’d run away from his hometown because he couldn’t even handle kissing his best friend.

A muffled sound from behind the muzzle drew my attention back to Seb. He cleared his throat, the noise distorted by metal and leather, and made an encouraging “mm-hmm” sound.

I met his eyes. Gone was the playful defiance from our roleplay. Instead, his gaze held nothing but warmth and understanding. He nodded slightly, a gentle motion that seemed to say,“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Those dark eyes pleaded with me to continue, to trust in this moment between us. There was no judgment there, no expectation—just acceptance and desire.

My racing heart steadied. This wasn’t Braymore Bay. This wasn’t about my past or my fears.

This was just me and Seb, finding our way together.

I reached for his hair again, fingers threading through those soft curls. “Now then, vampire. Where were we?” My voice grew more confident. “Ahh yes, you’re all tied up and muzzled. At the mercy of a mere mortal.”

Another defiant arch of his body.

“Ah-ah.” Pushing him down, I caught his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I decide what happens now. When you move. When you moan.” I shifted my weight deliberately against his growing hardness. “When you come.”

The sound he made then was decidedly undefiant.

“And if you’re a very good vampire for me, then Imightgrant you the privilege of having your cock sucked.”

His whole body went taut beneath me, a shudder running through his muscles. Above the leather muzzle, his eyes blazed with a mix of desire and challenge, as if daring me to follow through on my threat.

I ripped my shirt off, then rocked back on my heels, quickly shimmying out of my pyjama bottoms without leaving my position above him. My cock sprang free, desperate for his. I rubbed myself against him, the friction fucking incredible.

A strangled sound escaped him then—not of pleasure, but something raw and wounded. His eyes fixed on my chest, where faint frost marks traced their ghostly patterns across my skin.

“Hey,” I murmured, catching his chin with my fingers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Not now. Just be here with me.”

Seb made a low sound in the back of his throat, not sounding convinced. I traced my fingers down his chest, determined to draw him back into the moment, to chase that haunted look from his eyes. “Let me take care of you,” I whispered against his skin. When his body finally relaxed beneath my touch, I smiled.

Reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand, I pulled out the bottle of lube I’d stashed there. It was strawberry flavoured, the only kind they’d had at the shop. Luckily, Seb couldn’t mock me for it. Not presently anyway.

As I squirted some onto my fingers before teasingly tracing it around my groin, Seb’s gaze followed the movement. Then, with a wicked grin, I dolloped a generous amount onto his cock.

His hips bucked involuntarily at the contact, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Easy there, vampire. We’re just getting started.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his dick. It was beautifully thick, heavy in my palm, and my mouth watered as I stroked up and down its smooth, silken length. Seb’s hips jerked, a muffled groan escaping past the leather.

I paused, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was my shaky exhale of breath. I pressed myself into him, then taking both our cocks in one hand, I began to stroke us together. My fingers strained, stretching so wide around us both. But the feel of Seb’s pulsing dick against mine was worth it—the silky smoothness of his skin, the delicious friction. I could feel every ridge and vein of his, and the coolness of his length against my burning heat shot a tremor straight through me.

My breathing grew ragged as I continued to stroke us, fiery pleasure building higher and higher. Seb’s eyes never left mine.

With a Herculean effort, I dropped my grip on us. From my position seated on him, I could feel the tension in his body, the way he strained against his bonds.

“Not yet, vampire,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “We’re not done playing yet.”

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his leathery, muzzled mouth.

“You’re mine now,” I murmured against his sharp cheekbone. “And I’m going to make you scream my name before this is over.”

Bound and at my mercy, the body of Sebastián Salazar was mine for my mouth to explore.

Starting with his chest, I traced my fingers over the defined lines of his pectorals. His nipples were small and hard, and I pressed my mouth against one, to roll it between my teeth. My tongue flicked out against the hardened bud, and Seb writhed beneath me.

I leaned forward, running my tongue along his bound forearms, just like I’d fantasised about the day we properly met. When I reached his hands, I linked our fingers together, and his gentle squeeze gave me the courage to continue. Moving back, I nuzzled my cheek against his chest hair, working my way down his stomach, past tight, ridged abs. I tongued across his V, and when I reached his groin, I couldn’t help but press gentle kisses to the crease of his hips. I burned all over with anticipation, and so I pressed his cool, rigid cock against my cheek, chilling my flushed skin.

Any nerves about not performing well enough for him were long gone. This powerful vampire wanted me—as evidenced from the sounds he was making, and the bead of precum on his throbbing cock.

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