Mine is
taken.”
****
Well. Marcus had
to admit, Lucius was a big, good-looking son of a bitch, and resembled Deegan
enough to fantasize about the two of them together. The criss-crossed scars on
his cheek and the lines fanning out from his eyes showed a life that had not
been easily lived. His mode of speech sounded formal and clipped, as if from
another age. He would bet Lucius had many stories to tell. Maybe some snowy
night over a few beers. Lucius’s eyes were the same silver-gray color as his
father and grandfather. Marcus could see contentment; he sensed Lucius loved
his mate fiercely. But underneath resided a haunted look Marcus recognized and
could relate to.
“I’ll take you up
on the offer for the blood, thanks.”
“Neck or wrist,
or are you one of those who like to feed on the inner thigh?”
Okay, his cock
just got harder. Not at the image of him sucking on Lucius’s no doubt muscular
inner thigh, but Logan’s soft and lush one. He moaned.
“Sorry, that
wasn’t for you.”
“I hope to hell
not.”
Marcus laughed.
He was starting to like Deegan’s Quarter grandson.
“I’ve only taken
from the wrist. Better stick to that.”
Lucius stood and
then sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed up the sleeve of his sweater and
held it out in invitation.
“Go on, it is all
right. If when you feed the pressure in your cock increases, go ahead and jerk
off in front me. But do it with your hand stuck in the sweatpants. I do not
want a peep show. I only mention it because if you do both at once, it should
relieve the worst of the Blood Lust for several hours, maybe even a day or
more.”
“You’re okay with
that? I mean...”
“I have told you,
Marcus, I have seen it all. I should warn you, I might have a slight reaction
to you drinking my blood. It can spark arousal, but not always. And this is a
one-time offer. I’m not going to be on tap for you, understand?”
Marcus was stunned
at the generous offer and he had to admit, touched. “Yeah, I got it, thanks.”
Lucius leaned
closer, and Marcus’s fangs elongated in anticipation. He plunged them into the
thick wrist; the first drops of the blood hit his tongue, and his dick twitched
in appreciation. Lucius’s blood had a tantalizing taste of human with a dash of
Vampire to give it kick. It wasn’t better than Logan’s, just different. He
reached in under the waistband of his sweats and immediately came in contact
with throbbing, hot cock. He fisted it and stroked. He slowed his drinking to
savor the simultaneous sensations of the blood and the lust.
Marcus heard a
husky moan come from Lucius. He gave a quick glance at him and saw that his
head lay back and his eyes closed. He couldn’t help but glance at Lucius’s
crotch. The evidence showed obvious enjoyment.
Somehow, this
seemed more deeply intimate than any other encounter he ever had with a man.
But drinking Lucius’s blood did not feel overtly sexual. The sensation was hard
to explain.
Marcus’s thoughts
were filled with Logan, the vision of her rising naked from the sea. The
strokes increased in tempo.
Lucius leaned his
forehead to touch Marcus’s.
“Drink,” he
whispered. “Take and slake your need.”
The overwhelming
scent of vanilla slammed his senses. Logan? Marcus tried to turn his head to
investigate, but since he only had the one eye, he only caught a slight
movement by the door. He must have imagined it since she was firmly in his
thoughts.
With a slight
shrug, his attention returned to his feast. His balls tightened, and he blew
apart. He cried out and pulled his fangs out of Lucius’s wrist. Lucius gripped the back of his head, holding
Marcus’s forehead against his own. Lucius seemed to be sharing his orgasm. Was
that possible?
Lucius’s body
trembled and shook in concert with his own. After a few minutes, he held the
wrist up to Marcus again.
“Lick the
puncture marks so they will heal.”
He did. At least
he didn’t tear any skin as he had with
taken.”
****
Well. Marcus had
to admit, Lucius was a big, good-looking son of a bitch, and resembled Deegan
enough to fantasize about the two of them together. The criss-crossed scars on
his cheek and the lines fanning out from his eyes showed a life that had not
been easily lived. His mode of speech sounded formal and clipped, as if from
another age. He would bet Lucius had many stories to tell. Maybe some snowy
night over a few beers. Lucius’s eyes were the same silver-gray color as his
father and grandfather. Marcus could see contentment; he sensed Lucius loved
his mate fiercely. But underneath resided a haunted look Marcus recognized and
could relate to.
“I’ll take you up
on the offer for the blood, thanks.”
“Neck or wrist,
or are you one of those who like to feed on the inner thigh?”
Okay, his cock
just got harder. Not at the image of him sucking on Lucius’s no doubt muscular
inner thigh, but Logan’s soft and lush one. He moaned.
“Sorry, that
wasn’t for you.”
“I hope to hell
not.”
Marcus laughed.
He was starting to like Deegan’s Quarter grandson.
“I’ve only taken
from the wrist. Better stick to that.”
Lucius stood and
then sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed up the sleeve of his sweater and
held it out in invitation.
“Go on, it is all
right. If when you feed the pressure in your cock increases, go ahead and jerk
off in front me. But do it with your hand stuck in the sweatpants. I do not
want a peep show. I only mention it because if you do both at once, it should
relieve the worst of the Blood Lust for several hours, maybe even a day or
more.”
“You’re okay with
that? I mean...”
“I have told you,
Marcus, I have seen it all. I should warn you, I might have a slight reaction
to you drinking my blood. It can spark arousal, but not always. And this is a
one-time offer. I’m not going to be on tap for you, understand?”
Marcus was stunned
at the generous offer and he had to admit, touched. “Yeah, I got it, thanks.”
Lucius leaned
closer, and Marcus’s fangs elongated in anticipation. He plunged them into the
thick wrist; the first drops of the blood hit his tongue, and his dick twitched
in appreciation. Lucius’s blood had a tantalizing taste of human with a dash of
Vampire to give it kick. It wasn’t better than Logan’s, just different. He
reached in under the waistband of his sweats and immediately came in contact
with throbbing, hot cock. He fisted it and stroked. He slowed his drinking to
savor the simultaneous sensations of the blood and the lust.
Marcus heard a
husky moan come from Lucius. He gave a quick glance at him and saw that his
head lay back and his eyes closed. He couldn’t help but glance at Lucius’s
crotch. The evidence showed obvious enjoyment.
Somehow, this
seemed more deeply intimate than any other encounter he ever had with a man.
But drinking Lucius’s blood did not feel overtly sexual. The sensation was hard
to explain.
Marcus’s thoughts
were filled with Logan, the vision of her rising naked from the sea. The
strokes increased in tempo.
Lucius leaned his
forehead to touch Marcus’s.
“Drink,” he
whispered. “Take and slake your need.”
The overwhelming
scent of vanilla slammed his senses. Logan? Marcus tried to turn his head to
investigate, but since he only had the one eye, he only caught a slight
movement by the door. He must have imagined it since she was firmly in his
thoughts.
With a slight
shrug, his attention returned to his feast. His balls tightened, and he blew
apart. He cried out and pulled his fangs out of Lucius’s wrist. Lucius gripped the back of his head, holding
Marcus’s forehead against his own. Lucius seemed to be sharing his orgasm. Was
that possible?
Lucius’s body
trembled and shook in concert with his own. After a few minutes, he held the
wrist up to Marcus again.
“Lick the
puncture marks so they will heal.”
He did. At least
he didn’t tear any skin as he had with
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