Page 15 of Taste of Blood
I pull him closer, my tongue lashing out to taste his skin as my mouth finds his ear. “Do you want my cock in your ass?”
He nods, panting.
“I need your words.”
“Yes, Asher.”
I reach behind me for the lube on the bedside table and motion for him to get on the bed. He complies, crawling on his hands and knees to the center of the bed and presenting his backside to me. I squirt some of the lube in my hand and insert first one, then two fingers in his hole, prepping him. With my other hand I spread the lube over my cock, stroking it while thinking about how I would rather have been doing this with someone else earlier. I push the thought from my mind and edge closer to Armand, running the head of my cock over his crack.
He pushes against me and reaches back to spread his cheeks like he’s been trained. I inch inside him, pausing to savor the sensation of his ass swallowing my cock.
I need this, I tell myself, but my brain is more interested in arguing.
You could take the blood without the sex.
But that won’t satisfy me.
It’s not the act, but the person.
No one else will satisfy me.
Now that I’ve seen him again.
Now that I’ve tasted him again.
Nothing else will be enough.
Anything else is a poor substitute.
I push the thoughts away and concentrate on the one before me.
I grab his hips and shove my cock all the way in, growling at the grunt of surprise that escapes him. Not enough but certainly necessary, I tell myself as I begin pounding Armand relentlessly. I can feel my blood teeth extend, and I shake my head to clear it.
Not a good idea.
What I want–what Ineed–is to dig my teeth into warm flesh and taste the blood flowing over my tongue.
But that won’t be happening.
I reach around him to retrieve my scalpel from the bedside table. One of the strict rules of the Clan is no teeth on donors. A vampire bite is the kind of evidence that’s hard to cover up, which is why we’re only allowed to bite others of our own kind. Granted, there are those who break the rules, but they’re usually hunted down by people like Cord and brought to justice.
And there he is again, invading my thoughts.
Stop it.
The cut is small and precise, just below his ear. I latch onto it and begin to suck while I fuck his ass. With the stimulation from earlier, I know it won’t take long to come. Judging by his breathing, Armand is close to release himself. I reach around and stroke his cock while I concentrate my thrusts against hisprostate. Within moments he’s unloading against my hand while I explode inside him.
Once the spasms subside, I lick the wound on his neck clean and pull out of him, grabbing the towel on the bed to clean him up.
I give him a few minutes to recover, watching him for any signs that I might have overindulged, but he seems fine. He pushes up from the bed and begins to dress, his movements sluggish but coherent. I watch him, smiling, knowing that my blood teeth are still extended and not caring. Armand knows what I am.
He looks up at me shyly and frowns.
“What?” I ask.
“I just wish, that is…do you think you could ever use your teeth on me?”
“You know the rules, Armand.”
