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I’m safe,he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Caleb slapped his hand over his mouth, fully aware that any whimpers or moans that came out of his mouth would be heard by the roomful of vampires down the hall. Marcus yanked his hand away, covering Caleb’s mouth with his own, his tongue thrusting into his mouth.
Caleb gasped as Marcus stepped away from the wall he was pinned up against. “I’m going to fall,” he moaned against Marcus’s neck, his ankles locking behind the small of Marcus’s back as he grabbed on to his shoulders for dear life.
Marcus pulled Caleb’s hips down hard, burying himself fully inside. He smiled as Caleb whimpered, biting his lip in a useless attempt to stay silent. “I won’t drop you,” Marcus huffed against his lips.
His legs shook as Marcus’s pace quickened, his cock thrusting over and over against his prostate. It was like his dick had a homing beacon for that one spot and he could hit it without effort every single time, turning Caleb into a trembling mass of nerves. But like this, held up by only Marcus’s strong hands and at his mercy, he wouldn’t last much longer.
Caleb dug his nails into Marcus’s back as the pressure built, his body tense as Marcus rained little nips and kisses down along his neck, muttering something he didn’t understand in Japanese against his skin in a way that made him feel like he was going to die if he didn’t come soon.
“More,” he gasped as he felt his balls tighten. He was right on the edge. He wanted Marcus to come inside him. To feel his cock pulse in ass as he came. “Harder.”
Marcus paused for only a second, his black-and-amber eyes taking on a mischievous look that matched his grin. “Oh yeah?” He slammed Caleb’s hips against him again, harder, his fingertips gripping his skin so tightly it would probably bruise.
Caleb didn’t care. He liked when Marcus left marks on him. It was a sign to the others that he belonged to only one person.
And that person was fucking him like he was trying to exorcise a demon with his dick.
Marcus slammed him back up against the wall, only holding him up with one hand as the other closed around his throat, gently squeezing it just enough for stars to dance in his vision.
“F-fuck, more,” Caleb urged breathlessly. He no longer cared about the others in the penthouse. It was just him and Marcus. The only two people in the world who mattered. He grabbed desperately at Marcus’s hips, trying to pull him deeper.
Marcus’s own moaning grunts quickly turned into growls, his face sweaty as he stared down at his own cock thrusting in and out of Caleb. God, the way Marcus looked when he got to that point, the blurring of his human side and the beast fucking him with reckless abandon, made Caleb’s dick pulse.
Caleb fisted the back of Marcus’s head, pulling a handful of the thick black-and-gray locks as he struggled to find enough air in his body to speak. He knew he was being loud. Not just moaning. Practically keening. He didn’t care.
“Bite me,” he gasped.
Marcus didn’t even hesitate, his fangs immediately finding a home in the soft skin of Caleb’s neck. That same acidic pain that had once made him pass out pushed him over the edge. He shouted, his own words indecipherable to him, his entire torso seizing up and twitching as his vision tunneled out, his hips moving of their own volition to grind further down onto Marcus’s cock as he spurted rope after rope of cum between their bodies.
He was still riding the peak of his orgasm when Marcus’s nails dug into his hips as he came. Marcus was moaning and growling into his neck, his tongue lapping at the bloody wound he’d created as he continued to thrust and jerk inside of him.
It seemed Marcus only had the wherewithal to take a few steps back to his bed before falling backward into it, his whole body shuddering as his cock slipped loose and Caleb rolled off him.
They lay there for what felt like hours, panting, both of them staring at the ceiling as though it held the secrets of the universe hidden in its popcorn texture.
Caleb broke the silence first. “We should… probably go out there.”
Marcus rolled onto his side to face Caleb, reaching out to gently wipe away the blood still oozing from the fresh bite mark on his neck.
“Why would I want to do that? I can have a perfectly good evening in here with you,” he said, licking the blood from his fingers.
The sight of Marcus doing that made Caleb shudder.Your brain is definitely, one hundred percent irreparably broken by this man,the critical voice in head said.
In the best way possible.
“Ophelia arranged this whole thing. I think she’ll be really upset if you ditch,” Caleb reminded him. He sat up and yanked on Marcus’s arm, drawing a groan from him more suited to a lazy teenager than a two-hundred-year-old vampire.
Well, as of today, 201.
“Kuso,” Marcus muttered as he reached for the dress pants still neatly laid across the bed.
They dressed quickly, only stopping in the bathroom briefly so Marcus could put a large bandage over the still weeping wound on Caleb’s neck. A bright red bandage. Because apparently he wanted to make sure it was obvious to the gathering of vampires what had caused the need for that bandage.
Not that Caleb minded. He just probably needed to invest in some turtleneck sweaters, or get really into decorative scarves.
