Page 72 of Bloody Temptations

When I’m satisfied he’s ready to take me, I raise on my knees to slick up my cock and revel in the glory of him.

His hair’s a wild mess from where he’s rubbed it on my pillow. A rivulet of blood runs over his cheek from his torn lip, the red ring in his eye has almost taken over entirely. Every muscle in his body looks like it’s pulled so tight he’s ready to snap, his knuckles white where his fingers are locked on his knees.

“Kai, I…” I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to put the tightness in my chest into words. It feels like I’m going to burst with it.

Kai’s face softens and he swallows hard, the tension in his throat visible.

Slowly I come down on my arm, and lower myself onto him.

“Finn.” Kai releases one knee to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb as I reach between us and line myself up to sink inside him.

That magic I felt earlier, it began as a tingle, but as I slide into the heat of him those tingles erupt into a sacred fire. It washes over me and when I settle completely within him, I think I can see the Gods themselves.

How could I have ever been so reckless as to riskthis?

Never again will I be careless with this man, I swear, thrusting into him.

There is no chance this is going to last long. I can already feel his cock twitching between us, the first spasms of his orgasm clenching his hole around me. I drive into him again and again, pushing us closer to the end.

There is only the slick slide of my cock inside him and his mumbling nonsense. The hand on my cheek is back in my hair, encouraging me back to his neck.

I can’t resist even if I wanted to. The need to bite him is all consuming. It’s not a neat bite when I sink my teeth into him. The first drops of blood on my tongue turn my hunger feral. My teeth tear at his jugular, the blood rushing into my mouth too fast for me to swallow it all. The pleasure and pain blend in a heady combination, and Kai’s pleaful moans grow louder.

Balancing precariously while feeding, my hand makes its way between us, wrapping around his cock. My stroking fist gives him the final touch he needs.

He explodes like a supernova beneath me. His body arching from the bed with a furious shout. His cum spills over my hand and onto his stomach. The tight, rhythmic clenching of his ass is almost enough to send me over the edge too.

With my mouth still attached to his neck, swallowing his blood like the nectar of the Gods, I drive into him until the glimmer of my orgasm tickling my spine takes me over. With one final thrust I come deep inside him, my cock jerking with each rope of cum.

Kai shudders and I collapse on top of him, exhausted, depleted and filled with a type of bone-deep joy I didn’t know was possible in life.

I feel happy in my toes.

Kai seems perfectly content with the dead weight of me on top of him, so I stay where I fell, even when my cock softens enough to slipout of him. I hate that it means that my cum trickles out of him with it. I want it inside him always, marking him as mine.

I’ve never been possessive, but apparently, I am, when I allow myself to acknowledge that this is real.

Eventually, I roll to the side. Dimly, I consider that we should probably clean up, especially because there is a pool of blood forming on my bed. But I can’t bring myself to care. We relax, wrapped up in each other, covered in each other.

We lie like that—content and at peace—for I don’t know how long.

“So, you never did tell me what happened with Matteus,” Kai mumbles. There’s still a while til dawn, but we’re both wiped. Both from the emotions of the night and the sex.

I keep tracing patterns over his chest, my head tucked into his shoulder.

“Uh, well. It’s kind of a long story. But he wants to help me. He looked into my history, because of the whole red flag with my maker. And, um, it turns out he knew him? Apparently Christoff knew his maker. I don’t think he was a good guy. Christoff or Matteus’s maker.” I press a kiss to Kai’s nipple and he squeezes my shoulder comfortingly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s… wow.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Matteus said he can tell me what I want to know about Christoff when I’m ready.”

“Well, that’s good at least.” Kai squeezes me again; I think it’s as much for his comfort as it is mine. Not that I’m complaining.

“It’s certainly something. But, there’s more. Matteus offered me a job. He wants me to be his assistant. And to be my mentor. He wants me to get therapy too, but it’s mainly the job thing.”

Kai laughs softly, his hand rubbing my arm.

“Wait, so you caused a drunken scene in the club on your first visit to the place and he offers you a jobandto be your mentor.” He presses a firm kiss to my crown, squeezing me tightly with both arms.

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