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“Be good.”
That crazy-making push and pull happened again.
“Good? What’s good?” He could barely get his lips and tongue to move.I need to know the rules.
All you need to know is I make them, love.
He shook his head, but he couldn’t speak. Jameson was making him crazed with need, his balls pulled up tight, his cock so hard. Just those simple touches… Not that there was anything simple about what was happening in his mind.
This was a storm inside him, wild and overwhelming, but so necessary. He hadn’t known…
“No, how could you?” Jameson flicked the tip of his cock, the thumb digging in against his slit.
He arched and gasped, bucking hard up into that touch. Jameson was reading his deepest fantasies, all of his wishes. Goddess.
“Pretty boy. I’ll keep you forever.”
Forever was a long time. Nothing lasted forever. He knew that from experience. Nothing.
Jameson bit his ear hard.Forever.
“Please.” Isaiah wasn’t sure what he was asking, whether it was sexual or about the eternity Jameson was promising.
It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered.
“This is all that matters right now.” Jameson slapped his cock, the water making it slow and almost languid.
His eyes went wide and his fangs dropped. “Oh…”
“So beautiful, love. I swear, you’re the picture of pure need.”
He flushed with heat, a low cry escaping him. His cock ached, the need for more of the rough handling almost more than he could express.
Jameson pressed him up out of the water, the smack to the tip of his cock drawing a cry.
“Mmm.” Jameson had a running list of things he wanted to smack, and Isaiah heard all of them in his mind.
The promises, the wild ideas made him want to bite. Hard. He snapped, in fact, and Jameson gave him a wild laugh.
“I dare you, sweet.”
He turned, pushing into Jameson’s body and striking, fangs sinking into the length of Jameson’s throat.
Don’t let me hurt you.
You can’t. I want all you can give me.
He drank deep, his entire world going bright and sharp with Jameson’s blood. So much… energy. Turned vampires’ bodies seemed to work harder to stay alive, and Isaiah could taste it.
I’ll have to feed you. Have to.Jameson sounded dazed.
Yes, you will. I crave the taste of you.
That’s not what he meant, but it was what he wanted. He wanted to share blood with Jameson, to nourish him. And he wanted to feel it, the pleasure, the pain.
Jameson clutched at him, one hand still on his cock, the other under his ass holding him close.
