Page 22 of Necking with a Vampire
Going by the fanged smile Draven gave him, the man was perfectly aware.
But his teasing had successfully distracted Peter. He hadn’t even felt the dry finger enter him. Not until it was replaced with the wet ones.
“Why won’t you-”
Peter’s question was cut off by a kiss.
The fingers spread him open painfully wide.
The hand at his neck pressed against his thundering pulse.
“Feel this? Feel how your ass flutters around my fingers? Do you want my cock, or do you want my fangs?”
Something about the question sounded off. But Peter was too delirious to decipher it.
“Yes!”
Draven smiled again.
Peter was being spoiled.
“I thought about taking you once, in my van. It was late. I had a bag full of your blood. I wanted to bounce you in my lap, while behind your back, I drank the bag you so generously gave me. Until I filled you just as you were filling me.”
“Please,” Peter said, welcoming a third finger inside his hole. “Please, why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to scare you away. You weren’t ready.” Draven pulled his fingers out impatiently and grabbed his dick, positioning it at Peter’s hole. “You’re still not ready.”
“I am!” Peter cried. “Don’t tell me what I’m ready for.”
“You still can’t stand the sight of blood, yet you keep begging me to bite you. I’m a vampire. I’m the monster you’ve always desired.”
Oh fuck this was too much for his addled brain. How was Draven so coherent while also being so desperate and impatient?
“You’re not a monster!”
“No? I put you in danger tonight. Those werewolves want to make you part of their pack. If they don’t get you this year, they’ll try next year. And the next. And the next. Until they have you.”
What was Draven going on about? The answer was obvious.
“But you’ll protect me.”
“Yes. I will. This is your last chance,” Draven said, cock pushing against Peter’s hole. “Vampire’s are possessive. I’ll never let you go. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? To belong to a vampire?”
No. That wasn’t right. It sounded wrong.
All night, his thoughts had been on Draven. His mind had kept blocking out what should have been the most exciting revelation of his life.
Peter didn’t care if Draven was a vampire for real or not. He never had. All he wanted was-
“I want you because you’re Draven!” Peter said.
Draven groaned and pressed in. The burn, the stretch, it was almost too much.
But as Peter had come to realize, he liked the pain. He relaxed into it. Welcoming Draven deeper and deeper.
“Fuck!” Draven shouted.
“I want you,” Peter said.
