Page 60 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
“You need to leave,” Ozni said even as his hand tightened further.
It took every last drop of control he had left to release Cy and take a step back.It was for the best.
No one was safe around Ozni.
"Shit,"Cy whimpered as Ozni's claws pierced his throat. He hadn't been expecting Oz to do that. Not once in all their time knowing each other had the vampire ever lost so much control around him. Blood trickled down his skin and as the shock wore off, Cyrus's arousal grew. When Ozni let him go, he groaned. No, there was no going back now. He needed Oz the way the vampire needed him.
"No." He stepped in front of Ozni and bared his fangs at him. "You don't get to push me out anymore because of your martyr bullshit."
"Cyrus."
"No!" He held up a hand and glared at the man. "Porter is safe with Jaygen and Foi. Right now, you can't do anything for him and I doubt I could either. But I can take care ofyou.So, that's what I'm going to do."
Ozni growled and it stopped Cyrus in his tracks. He blinked at the man, before he glared and growled right back. Oz blinked, straightening up as he searched Cy's face.
About time the stubborn asshole realized he was never going to back down.
Cyrus knew Oz was on the brink of losing what little restraint he had left. All he had to do was push the man over the edge and he would finally stop being so stupid and feed. Besides, even if it hurt, Cy deserved it. He'd let Porter get hurt right in front of him and what had he done to help? Nothing. Instead, he had frozen and Porter...
He couldn't think about that. Maybe it was the cowardly way out, but it was so much easier to focus on this, the blood, the need. The violence. And hopefully the pain that would take his mind away and force him to stop thinking about how spectacularly he had failed the human that had come to trust him.
Slowly, he let one of his nails grow. Ozni's eyes lingered as he lifted it and pushed the tip into his throat. Blood beaded and then dripped down his neck before Cyrus sliced back sharply and only slightly hissed as his flesh tore and blood began to spill.
"Cyrus!" Ozni bellowed.
"Don't waste it." Cyrus wiped the warm blood with his palm and held it out to the vampire. "You want a taste, don't you?" He stepped forward and Ozni shot back looking like a caged animal. The vampire's eyes flashed before they went dark again and a long, low growl vibrated from his lips. "That's right, don't hold back."
Ozni's razorsharp teeth slammed into his shoulder and Cyrus nearly lost his footing. He whimpered, wincing as Oz held him tightly and sank his teeth in deeper ripping out a chunk of flesh in the process. Pain seared Cy's shoulder, his eyes wide as he gasped and felt blood running down his body.
He never expected for it to feel so painful, so real...so hot. Cy's cock twitched, his lips opening as he began to pant and held onto Oz for dear life. Every time his legs buckled, Ozni held him up and kept him from falling. A moan slipped from his lips. Slowly, a hot tongue lapped at his flesh and the sound of Ozni's sucking blood into his mouth filled Cy's ears. He hadn't wanted to think and that's exactly what happened as his brain shut down and he let Ozni feed from him for the very first time.
Hopefully not the last.
Cyrus couldn't take it anymore. Jaygen had forbidden them to help him get off, but he couldn't last another day without being fucked into a stupor. Every bit of his nature revolted at the idea that he couldn't get off, especially now that Ozni's teeth were sunk into his flesh, his hard body pressed right up against his own. Cy could even feel the outline of Oz's cock through his pants, hard and thick and ready to tear him apart.
"Ozni," he moaned. "Please."
He wasn't even sure if the vampire had heard him. Cyrus’s body was already healing, stitching itself back together as his own hunger grew. The incubusneededrelease and food, the kind that only came from being well fucked.
Oz was hungry and raw, growling and tearing into him again and again. Every time he healed, Ozni would bite him all over again. Cy cried out, tears on his cheeks as the lust grew to a level he couldn't control. Pheromones filled the air, the sweet, intoxicating scent filling the room and wrapping around the pair. Frustration and anger filled Cyrus and he dug his sharp nails into Oz's arms.
"Fuck me already!" Cy snapped.
Ozni didn't respond and Cy almost sobbed. As Cyrus hammered a fist against the vampire’s arm, the man finally seemed to wake up. Oz moved, lifting him against his body and carrying him over to the bed where he deposited the overheated incubus onto the soft covers. Cy tried to reach up and take off his clothes, but Ozni growled at him, still attached to his flesh. The vibrations from his lips made the incubus’s toes curl, his body reaching a fever pitch of need. Ozni ripped off his clothes, throwing them left and right as shreds of fabric fluttered to the ground before Cyrus was naked.
"Fuck." Cy pushed his fingers into Oz’s white hair, his fingers scraping against the vampire’s scalp.
Oz pushed himself up and gazed down at Cy, blood dripping from his mouth. Maybe it might have turned someone else off, but not Cyrus. The vampire leaned down and ran his tongue over Cy's. The iron taste of blood filled his mouth and the incubus moaned, his body rolling up to meet Oz's. All he'd craved for months was Oz's mouth on his and it was happening. The kitchen had been foreplay compared to what was happening at that moment, what he needed to happen.
"Cy." Ozni frowned at him, reaching out to touch his blood stained lips. "Why?"
"Why what?" Cy whispered.
"Why do you want me?"
Cy's heart squeezed in his chest. "Why would I not want you?" His voice caught in his throat and he had a hard time swallowing. "You're important to me, Oz. Can't you see that?"
He hadn't expected to get emotional. Cy's eyes watered and he glanced away, staring at the wall instead. Ozni had been one of the few people that trusted him, who had respected him. The vampire never asked for sex or made him feel like he was less than for what he needed. Instead, he looked over him in his own ways. Oz might not realize it, but Cy knew when the man followed him out into the night to look for a meal. When he protected him, when he didn't say a word, but stuck to the shadows, his silent strength was enough to make Cyrus keep going.
