Page 43 of Bloody Temptations

“Wait.”

I whimper but obey.

“Touch yourself. Not there,” Finn admonishes when I go to touch my dick again. My hole practically quivers when I realise what he means.

I still want him to say the words, though. I’m desperate to hear it.

Despite the way my body protests, I rise up on one elbow, a smirk on my face.

“Where do you want me to touch then, Finn? Here?” I graze a hand over my stomach. “What about here?” I pluck at my nipple, trying to not laugh giddily at the sneer on his handsome face.

“What about here?” I press my fingers below the throbbing vein in my neck, making it pop, knowing he can already sense the torturous pulse like I can sense his. “Or here?” My fingers trace the defined V lines of my hips, all the way down to the seam of my thighs.

Just when I think I’ve pushed him too far, and he’s going to burst out of his chair and launch himself at me, he surprises me.

“Your hole, Kai. I want to watch you stretch yourself open. Now.” It’s a plea, not an order this time. His impatient craving makes my stomach clench and my toes curl.

“Whatever you want, Finn. Anything.”

My obedience isn’t exactly selfless. Falling back on the bed, raising a knee to show him exactly what he wants to see, I circle my hole with one finger before pressing it inside.

Is that my groan or Finn’s? Don’t know, don’t care. I feel too fucking good for that. Once I’m in to the second knuckle, I slide my finger out and plunge it back inside.

“Another one. You can take another one.” Finn growls from his chair.

He’s right, but before I can add another finger, I definitely need more lube. I take a second to slick myself back up and reach back down between my ass to slide both fingers inside myself.

Pre-cum pools on my belly where it drips off my twitching cock. When I accidentally brush against my prostate, my body jerks, a harsh cry ripping from my chest.

“Finn, I need to touch…” It’s hard to form the words, my body unwilling to surrender the brain power for anything but pleasure.

“Not yet, Kai. Wait.”

Gods, I want to do what he says but I can’t wait any more. My heels dig into the bed, as my hips writhe, fucking up into my fist and down onto my fingers.

It fucking hurts. The pleasure, the riding need to come, the desperate craving to bite. Blood and sex and Finn cloud my vision, everything blurring together as the lighting hot lust fires through every cell in my body.

There is a curse, but it sounds disjointed and fuzzy over the ringing in my ears.

“Need you, Finn. Please.” My voice fractures with a sob, but before I can break, I can feel the weight of him as he slams into me.

Hungry lips kiss against my mouth. It’s messy and feral, our fangs catching on flesh and tearing. The blood only adds to the frenzy. It feels like Finn is everywhere, all around me at once, but still it’s not enough.

We wrestle for a moment, getting into the right position, my shaking hands struggling to undo his pants enough to liberate his leaking dick from the confines of his pants.

It’s perfect. Just like I knew it would be. Just like him.

He feels perfect on top of me, the feeling of his clothes rough against my hyper sensitised skin, and the feeling of his thick cock in my hand driving me wild. In our frantic explorations our cockheads rub together. It’s a split second but it’s like fireworks in my senses.

His mouth tears away from me to taste me everywhere he can reach. He laps at my chest, sucks at my collarbone for a second and moves on to nuzzle my shoulder, headbutting me until I get the hint. I have to let go of his cock, but he makes up for it by grinding over my thigh and diving in to lick at my pit. He moans loudly as he tastes me before his impatience to savour every inch wins and he delves into the crook of my neck.

His teeth tease the bite, dragging them over the straining cords of my neck until I am a shaking, desperate ball of need. I tip my head to the side, exposing more of my neck to him in invitation. Instincts will tell him exactly where to bite. There is a mutter of something I’m not sure is a curse or a prayer to the Gods against my neck when I lock my legs around his waist and close my hand around our dicks.

He matches me perfectly. Everything is in perfect alignment. My heart jolts with a double beat, warm fuzzy feelings invading the chaotic moment.

His hips are rocking into me with gentle, hesitant movements, his teeth so fucking close to piercing my skin. He knows what he wants, he just can’t take it. Even though we both need it.

I wrap my free arm around his back, gripping his shirt for leverage and thrusting up into my fist.

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