Page 50 of Bloody Temptations

“Going to come. Please.” Kai balances on one hand so as to stroke his cock. My own orgasm is rushing towards me like a freight train, andhis balancing act almost has us toppling over. To save us, I yank him upright, sitting back on my heels and impaling him on me. The new position has the benefit of allowing me to not only take over stroking him, his swollen cock throbbing hotly against my palm, but it puts his neck right there.

He comes with a strangled scream when my teeth sink into him once again. Kai rides me effortlessly through his orgasm, while I rock into him in quick, jerky movements. The sweet taste of his blood and the squeezing rhythm of his ass around my cock sends me toppling over the edge.

I come inside him with one final thrust, my mind splintering in ecstasy. Together we topple heavily into the mess we’ve made of his bed, unable or unwilling to untangle ourselves.

Kai’s fingers dance over mine where they rest against his chest. He plays with them, until he finally pulls them up to his mouth, kissing each one tenderly. Once complete, he tucks my hand in his and tucks it against his chest once again, making sure to pull me even tighter until my chest is plastered against his back.

“We should get some blood,” he mumbles sleepily.

“We definitely should.” My orgasm has my blood buzzing happily, but between the mind breaking pleasure and the approaching dawn, I find I don’t have it in me to move just yet.

“Soon.” Kai kisses my hand trapped in his and shimmies back into me, nestling my softening cock back between his cheeks.

16

Kai

One of the thingsI found hardest to adjust to after changing was sleep. Sleep is different for vamps. It’s not like real sleep. Sure, you have time where maybe you’ll get caught up in your thoughts or daydreams, but when the dawn comes—or close enough, depending how long you’ve been alive for—the magic renders you unconscious. Or at least, that’s the polite way to put it.

You die.

One moment your eyes are shutting and then you are opening them again, like the blink of an eye.

Not only is it surreal to get used to, being rendered magically deadish has some complications. It puts vampires in an extremely vulnerable situation, and over the years terrible things have happened to our kind.

But on the plus side, aside from being anywhere from mildly to severely feral with hunger, you wake up completely refreshed. Like a brand new being.

Well, mostly.

Like Finn this evening? Not so much.

It’s been adorable watching him attempt to pretend like he isn’t a grouchy bear in the evening. I think he actually hissed at me earlierwhen I coaxed him out of bed and into the bathroom. In the end it took two bottles of blood, spoiling him with all of my specialty skin care products, and a handjob in the shower to get him back to my sweet, delectable Finn.

Even with all of that, it’s still a bit shaky.

He’s nursing the bottle in both hands, forearms outstretched on the dining room table, with his forehead against the tabletop between them.

“You okay over there?” I snicker and fold myself into another stretch.

Fucking Nikki. He’s not even up yet—if he’s even home—and I’m still doing the stretches he insists on. It’s become a habit.

“No.” Finn’s muffled voice barely makes it out of his cocoon. “I haven’t felt this rubbish since my first week.”

The cocoon works in my favour because he can’t see me wince, because it’s probably my fault that he feels like trash. Sure he fed on me, but I fed on him too. And judging from the giant fucking mess on the sheets I need to go change soon, we got that shit everywhere. Sex can burn calories for anyone, but for new vamps, who are much more reliant on blood, sex can really take it out of them.

I should have made him have more blood this morning before we fell asleep, but the dawn had caught up to us and I lost track of time.

Even with all of his grouching, this evening has been pretty unreal.

Primal, animalistic, bloody sex is hot. But it turns out I might have a mild domesticity kink or something because going through my evening routine with him is somehow hotter. There is something intimate about going through your wake-up routine with someone.

“You’ll feel better once the blood kicks in.” I unfold myself from the stretch—what’s the point if he’s not going to watch me?—and join him at the table, giving him a kiss on the back of hishead as I pass him.

That makes him look up at least. He looks exhausted. Almost as bad as Nikki did a few years back when he caught that horrible virus that spread through the vamp population. It was only a cold, but considering some older vamps had been living in perfect health for a century or two, it knocked them out hard. There were claims of magical sabotage and targeted attacks at the time, but my dad insisted it was just a biological quirk when I asked him about it.

Taking pity on him, I pat his hand, meeting his tired grimace with a smile.

“We have a whole night together. What do you want to do?” Personally, I have a few ideas, ranging from going back to my room and seeing how much we can mess up a new set of sheets, to going for a drive to the beaches just outside Osneau.

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