Page 13 of Pity the Living, Not the Dead

His fingers glided down the underside of the shaft, tracing the protruding vein, before firmly wrapping around it. Sensation zipped through me, every hair on my body rose, and the pressure at the base of my spine had me nearly coming undone. But it was too soon. Not until I was buried inside him.

“Liam, love. I’m going to come if you don’t stop teasing me,” I admitted. “Can I touch you now?”

He bit his bottom lip and shook his head, lying back beside me.

It was so hard to hold back and take my time. I nibbled along his torso, lightly nipping each nipple but never breaking skin. Every fiber within me wanted to dive in, take what I wanted, what I craved, but Liam deserved better. This was his first time, and I was not going to take this gift he was giving me for granted. If I played my cards right, after tonight Liam would be mine. No others would ever have him.I would be his one and only for eternity.

He writhed and moaned responsively to my touch. His cock dripped with need. My tongue darted out, tasting the proffered sampling. “Liam,” I moaned, needing more. Gently spreading his legs, I seated myself between them. His moans deepened as I licked a stripe up his shaft and around the head. I knew, once I drew his cock inside my mouth, he would come within seconds. He was young and virile, and would be ready for a second round in no time. I dove in, sucking him down to the base in one draw.

“Oh god. Elijah!” Liam bellowed, shivering, as he arched his back. It only took a couple of passes before his warm seed slid down my throat.

“Jesus, Liam, the look on your face when you came was something I will not soon forget.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” he admitted, covering his face with his arm.

“Don’t be. You were absolutely breathtaking. That was your first time, and I know you’ll be ready to go again soon enough.” Purposely avoiding his over-sensitive cock, I lapped at his balls, sucking each in turn, then trailed my tongue along his taint downward to that beautiful, virginal ring I was about to claim. Once, twice—my tongue flicked his entrance before he relaxed enough for it to slide inside.

“Fu— fu— fuck,” Liam gasped, pulling his legs back. His overeager cock sprang to life. I continued tonguing him, gradually adding a finger, but he was so tight. I snagged the lube from the bedside table, returning before he knew I was gone. Slicking up a couple of fingers, I drew his flagging cock inside my mouth as a distraction. One by one, my fingers worked his hole open, readying him to receive me. By the time I had three digits buried inside him, Liam was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

“Elijah, please?” he begged. I refused to relent. Properly preparing him was the key to ensure he was prepped as best he could be. Hurting Liam unnecessarily was not an option for me.

“Yes, love. We’re almost there,” I replied, scissoring my fingers inside him a few times. When I felt he was ready, I generously lubed my cock and poised it at his entrance.

“Condom?” he asked.

“No need. You have never been with anyone, and vampires cannot contract illnesses, nor can they pass any along. I can get one if you need me to, but that would require driving into town to find an open pharmacy.” I left the question open for him to decide.

“No, I like the idea of there being no barrier between us. Is this, is this going to hurt?” Liam stuttered, nervously biting at his bottom lip.

“Yes, love. I’m not going to lie. You will experience discomfort, but I promise it will be replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.” I did my best to reassure him. He nodded, continuing to abuse his poor lip.

Just like that, Liam cemented himself inside the last bit of my heart I had control over.

“Liam, I’m going to do my best to go slowly. My need to have you is overwhelming, but I refuse to hurt you. If at any time you need me to stop, just say so, and I will.” I tried to reemphasize he was in charge here, as well as remind myself of it. I pushed his legs up, placing one over each of my shoulders. With the head of my cock at his entrance, I slowly breached his hole, pressing forward through the tight ring. Fucking hell, was he ever tight. The endorphins coursing through me fogged my rational thoughts. The battle raging internally had me clenching my teeth, holding myself back from barreling forward with the power I possessed. The demon wanted to surface, but now was not the time for its ugly head to rear. Transformation would come later, when Liam could handle the sight of it. I’d not shown him my predatorial face. Things happened so fast for us. I still had much to share with him, both good and bad. When I opened my eyes and stared down at the amazing man lying beneath me, the vision of him gazing up at me erased my hardness and replaced that side with a tenderness I had only ever possessed for Liam.

With graceful ease, I pressed forward. Little by little, I seated myself inside his tight channel. The grip it had on my cock was like no other I’d felt before. It took all I had not to come on impact. It was what I imagined having my dick in a vice would feel like. I paused, not only for Liam to adjust to the intrusion, but to mentally get a grip. Intently, I watched a range of what Liam was feeling flitter across his handsome face. Discomfort. Fear. His eyes opened, locking on mine as the final ones, love and lust, the ones I’d been waiting to see, settled in.

“Please, Elijah. More,” he moaned. A tidal wave of emotions crashed over me. I pulled back, and in a single push, filled him again. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment. Thrust after thrust, I worked my hips, angling for the spot I sought. The one that Liam would remember when I grazed it, overriding the pain. The place that brought the pleasure I’d spoken of to the forefront. When I did, Liam’s eyes flew open. “Do that again.”

“Ah, my love.” I leaned over, kissing him. “Meet your prostate.” He moaned as I pushed my tongue between his lips. Our tongues danced to the same tune as my hips, tandemly fucking—no, tandemlymaking loveto Liam. I was a fool if I didn’t believe I loved this man already.

His erection waned upon initial penetration, but as soon as I hit his prostate, it filled again. I reached down, stroking him. I needed him to come as I did, marking Liam and taking him as mine. Any vampire who neared him would smell my scent. They knew better than to mess with those who were mated. From time to time, one would test that unwritten rule, thus signing their own death certificate. I hoped Liam was close, as I was. I could not hold out much longer.

“Liam, I need you to come, baby. Can you do that for me?” I all but begged. It was becoming painfully impossible to curtail my orgasm.

“Yesss,” he hissed, his muscles constricting around my cock as his channel throbbed while he came.

“Yes, my love, yes,” I growled as sputter after sputter of his come flowed forth. Pushing in as deeply as I could without hurting Liam, I sank my teeth into that artery that had been tormenting me since the day we met. As I came, I drank, and I swear I could see the strands of our DNA as they flowed through, merging into one. Clicking together like puzzle pieces assembling themselves. But as that last drop hit me, I stilled.

Oh, god.

Liam was sick, and not with a mere flu or something so simple as he had thought. No, he was…dying.

“Elijah?” he called out, startling me.

As quickly as I could, I licked his wounds shut and tried to clear my mind before facing him.

I just got him. I can’t lose him now.

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