Page 46 of Surface Scratch
That thick metallic taste had been present on his lips from their very first kiss, and he knew it should have sickened or horrified him, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Now, he longed for that taste, more than willing to tolerate it.
No, not tolerate. He craved it. He craved the taste of Marcus on his lips, blood and all.
“Your heart…” Marcus’s hand broke away from his and planted firmly in the center of Caleb’s chest. “It’s beating very fast.”
“Yeah.” It was the only thing he could choke out as he felt those incredibly plush lips brush against his neck, right above the healing wound. He should have pulled away or at least been nervous allowing Marcus so close to his neck again, but he wasn’t. Any sense of self-preservation had vanished in the fog of his mind.
Marcus’s cool fingers drifted down his sternum at a snail’s pace, his fingertips barely touching his skin in a way that felt worse than being tickled.
“Are you afraid of me?” Marcus asked, his lips brushing against the wounds. His voice wasn’t filled with concern and sorrow as it had been before when he asked that question. It was ethereal and husky, almost like he was barely holding back a secret.
And Caleb was bursting to find out what it was.
“No,” he whispered, his abdomen twitching as Marcus’s hand slipped down his side, sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin. His stomach tightened as Marcus’s fingers wrapped around his hip bone, pulling him closer until he felt the rigid length of Marcus’s cock pressing against him. “Should I be?” He held his breath, an unbearable tension coiling inside him, unsure what answer would thrill him more.
Without warning, Marcus yanked him onto his back, flattening him against the mattress. He yelped, surprised by the roughness, his body tingling in anticipation as Marcus smothered him with his weight, straddling his hips.
“You should be,” he whispered against Caleb’s mouth. With a low moan, Marcus forced their lips together.
It was less of a kiss and more of an attack, his mouth desperately seeking out every square inch of Caleb’s with seemingly little regard for things like comfort or oxygen. A shudder shot up his spine as Marcus’s fangs grazed his lips and a hint of fear flashed across his mind, wondering what kind of damage those sharpened points could do.
Fuck it.
His fingers raked through Marcus’s thick hair before drifting down to his strong, broad shoulders. He could barely catch his breath beneath his weight, but it didn’t matter. His body wanted more and ignored the potential danger, even as he felt a brief flash of pain in his tongue when it brushed against Marcus’s fangs, followed by the taste of copper. Marcus let out a satisfied groan into his mouth, his tongue curling around Caleb’s to lap at the blood pooling in his mouth.
“You need to tell me to stop,” Marcus murmured as he pulled away, his voice gruff as he trailed his lips along Caleb’s jaw to his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what Marcus was referring to.
The beast.
Caleb shook his head as the memory of Marcus’s teeth sinking into his neck resurfaced, feeling himself grow harder at the thought. That self-examination would have to wait for another day.
“I don’t care if you hurt me,” he whispered. He allowed his burning desire to wash away the last of his inhibitions as he found Marcus’s blood-tinged mouth again.
Marcus let out a low rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, a smile spreading across his face. Caleb’s head jerked back, his hair tangled in Marcus’s grip. His startled gasp turned into a moan as a cool hand plunged beneath the waistband of his pajama pants and gripped his cock through his boxers. Caleb dug his nails into Marcus’s back, the temperature of Marcus’s hand on his aching length almost frigid.
Fangs nipped at the uninjured side of his neck. He felt warmth pooling in the divot between his collar bone and shoulder, but the sensation barely registered. His entire body tensed as Marcus’s hand moved up and down his length, each stroke driving him closer to blissful oblivion. He was lost in the sensation of endless want, not knowing what to do to reciprocate, but knowing that he never wanted it to end.
“You taste so good,” Marcus moaned, grazing his teeth down Caleb’s neck before he began to savor the skin with his tongue. “Tell me what you want.”
Caleb’s mind was gone in a swirl of dizzying pleasure as Marcus’s thumb circled the head of his cock. With one hard tug, Marcus tore away Caleb’s boxers and pajama pants, exposing him to the cool air of the room. In that moment, he was completely vulnerable and at Marcus’s mercy.
“You,” he said breathlessly, rolling his hips up into Marcus’s hand and kicking off the pants and boxers that had tangled around his ankles. “I want you.” The grip on his aching cock tightened, drawing a long, low moan from him as stars exploded behind his eyelids. “Marcus, I—”
Marcus’s mouth consumed his again, greedily nipping and licking at his lips. “Say that again,” he growled. His other hand slipped down into his own boxer briefs, furiously tearing the fabric away until it no longer resembled underwear. “Say my name again.”
“Marcus,” Caleb moaned into his mouth. His hips bucked into Marcus’s fist, pressure building up in his shaft, his balls tight and drawn close to his body as he lost all sense of awareness until Marcus was all he could see, hear, and feel. “Marcus.”
The tight grip on his hair vanished right before two fingers were shoved deep into his mouth. His throat squeezed shut as he gasped for air, his tongue lolling around the digits that tickled the back of his throat.Why is this so hot?
His eyes flew open as the intrusive probing of Marcus’s fingers vanished from his lips and the pressure on his cock ceased, and worry grew that Marcus had found a reason to stop. He was so close…
That worry vanished as Marcus shifted downward, slotting his own rock-hard cock against Caleb’s and taking them both in his saliva lubricated hand. Marcus’s black-and-amber eyes pierced through the darkness of the room, half lidded and hungry, his mouth open and his lips and chin smeared with blood. His other hand pinned Caleb’s hip to the bed, leaning his weight on it to hold him down.
The smell of sweat and blood filled the air, overwhelming Caleb with a mixture of fear and pleasure as he felt himself surrendering to Marcus’s silent demands. Caleb writhed beneath him, the feeling of Marcus stroking them both in tandem making him feel like he would burst any second.
“Marcus…” A guttural moan escaped Caleb’s lips as he reached out to grasp Marcus’s face, desperate for release. “Please, I need to…”
