Page 52 of Worse Fates
“Come here.” Lucero sneaks me into a hidden nook, caging me between the wall and his bigger body so all I can see, or smell, is him. “You’ve been aching again, haven’t you, Golden?”
Needing to feel him, I lay my hands against the soft cotton of his shirt. His chest is solid, hot against my palms. The connection between us is a demanding tug, leaving me weak.
“Yes,” I admit, releasing even the idea of control to him. I don’t know what's going to happen, but I’m buzzing to find out.
He bows forward, leaving barely an inch between us. “Would you like another kiss?” And I’m cocooned in his deep, sensual voice.
I twist his shirt, arching into him, a helpless moan escaping. “Please.”
His big hands clutch my hips. One begins to travel the length of my body—a slow, groping appraisal. When my nipple is grazed through my shirt I suck in a breath, my chest heaving as his clever fingers find purchase at my neck, giving me a single moment of tantalising pressure that has pre-cum spilling from my dick. Then his palms climb up to cup my jaw.
“Then open this pretty mouth of yours…” His thumb leaves a burning trail across my lower lip, teasing me open. “And give me a taste.”
Without thought or protest, I part my lips—desperate for anything. Lucero’s hand snakes around my neck and cradles the back of my head; his fingers tangling in my hair. My trembling hands follow the hard lines of his chest, until I can sink my fingers into his wide shoulders.
“Is this too fast, love?” His deep baritone is like a hand around my dick, drawing out more pre-cum from my overly sensitive slit.
Shaking my head, I beg my hands to stop trembling. “I just feel so much, but have no idea what I’m doing.”
“That’s okay,” he reassures, leaning in and brushing his sure lips against mine. I want more, so ready to experience these new urges.
“It is?” I whisper, looking into his dark gaze.
He hums. “Because I know what I’m doing, so you just relax.” His words are simple, yet the pressure to know what I’m doing leaves me.
Lucero’s hungry, unrelenting mouth crashes into mine and consumes me. With just this powerful touch, he strips me bare of everything but my desperate lust, like exposing a raw nerve. His teeth sink into my starved skin. I moan, becoming liquid in his arms. But my vampire only holds me closer—devouring me deeper.
His stubble rubs against my sensitive jaw, groaning against me and I know he’s just as undone. The hand at my hip pushes me forward, encouraging his strong thigh between my open legs and before I can even stop myself—as his tongue runs across my lips and I open wider for him—I rock into his firm leg.
“Oh, God!” I cry out into Lucero’s mouth, my dick painfully hard and more sensitive than I thought possible.
I thrust erratically against him as wave after wave of pleasure licks across my skin. Needing to feel him without the barrier of clothes, I shove my fingers into his thick hair.
“God?” Lucero bites open mouth kisses across my jaw, his tongue flicking out to leave goosebumps in his path. “The only man's name you speak when we’re together is mine.” His teeth sink into my earlobe and my hips thrust harder. “Say it. Say my name.”
“Lucero!” I try to pull myself higher up his body, desperate in a completely unthinkable way.
His eyes become pitch-black, his hips moving with mine. “Good, Golden. So good for me.”
He finds my mouth again and this time his tongue delves deep. I don’t know how to kiss him back, but when he runs his hand down my spine, reaching for my ass and squeezing hard, I know he doesn’t need me to worry about it. So I embrace him, becoming one big nerve for him to overwhelm.
Lucero takes control like his only goal is to give me pleasure, or drive me insane. His tongue sweeps across my pliant mouth, growling as he tastes my every corner. His grip on my ass becomes firm and slows my jerking hips—then, he guides my movements in an unbearably slow, mind-bendingly, perfect way.
“Bite me.” I don’t recognise my own voice; low down and saturated in desire.
Lucero sucks on my lip. “You want my fangs deep inside you, Golden?” His words are rough, urgent. “You want to feel them slide into your flesh? Do you want to gift me your blood, beautiful?”
My grip in his hair tightens to a point I’m surprised I don’t hurt him. I try to rock my hips harder, faster, but Lucero doesn’t let me. He plays me to the tune he wants, and I’m only too happy to sing louder for my vampire
“Yes, Lucero, fuck, yes yes!”
Dark, storming blue eyes hold me captive. “Say ‘please Lucero’.” His voice becomes a dark command. How can I do anything else but obey?
“Please, Lucero,” I beg. How I don’t cum at that very moment, I’ll never know.
My back is pressed against the wall and for a moment, I’m so lost in a cloud of lust I have no idea what's happening whenLucero drops to his knees. He lifts up my shirt, mouthing my stomach as he unzips my jeans.
Groaning, Lucero drags my jeans and underwear down over my ass, my pulsing length springing free, my uncut tip glistening wet.
