The Coming Storm by Flynn Eire Page B

earlier, but now you’re cranky.”
    “Not even close, dear Chicago,” Director Fabian moaned as he draped his body over my back before running his fangs over my neck. “I was growling because it’s killing me not to thrust but you’re too tight for that. I’m restraining myself to allow your body time to adjust. It’s maddening, but I would not hurt such a bounty as you for anything in the world.”
    “Thank you,” I whispered, honestly touched. I mean, he didn’t know me and this was just a deal after all. But yet here he was being pretty good to me. I turned my head until I could see him slightly. “Your cum. I was going to say it was the best I’ve ever tasted. I liked it a lot.”
    “Why thank you. That’s quite the compliment coming from a sexy little pup like you. With your looks and sweetness you must have suitors lining up around your town. I’d think you’ve tasted your fair share of spunk.”
    I glanced away and shrugged. I wasn’t going to give him a number. No fucking way.
    He started slowly as my body allowed him, but then as my hole opened up a bit, Director Fabian’s hips started slapping against my ass hard enough that I knew it had to be bright red.
    It was fantastic.
    “We will be going again and you can blow one of them then. I just need to take the edge off,” he growled as if explaining why it was just us. Or maybe he was telling them, but in a way so it wasn’t rude to me. “I find I want to enjoy this without you being distracted.”
    “Whatever you want, Director.” I tilted my neck, exposing it to him when I got close to my peak. I was pretty sure they liked to bite as their partner climaxed, that it made the blood sweeter or something.
    “So you’ve had a vampire bite you while fucking before,” he grunted as he moved faster as if I’d done something to excite him.
    “No, I thought I was supposed to signal you when I got close? Don’t you bite when I come?”
    He hissed and I couldn’t tell if it was a good one or I’d upset him. The confusion screwed with my enjoyment and my cock wilted slightly. “Yes.” He wrapped an arm around my chest and pulled us up onto our knees.
    “Wait, did I screw up or not?” I asked hesitantly. “Tell me what to do to make my blood sweeter or whatever I’m supposed to do.”
    “Stronger,” he corrected. “If we bite when you’re climaxing, your blood is stronger and we need less of it. The orgasm gives it extra kick.”
    “So tell you when I’m almost there. Got it.” His hips slowed down, and I wanted to melt of embarrassment again.
    “You’re not there now, though, are you?”
    “I got confused,” I mumbled. “I didn’t want to mess it up, but then I did.” I moved my hips trying to get him back in rhythm. “It was wonderful. I was there so quickly I can get right back. You definitely know what you’re doing.” He started moving again and the dynamics were there, but it was like he’d lost the zeal for it now that I’d snapped us out of the moment.
    Shit.
    “Let me help,” Aurelo offered with a slightly begging tone. He stepped up to the bed and gave a hesitant glance to his director before focusing back on me. “Do you want my assistance?”
    “Yes,” I whimpered, the idea of two men touching me, focused on me, making my dick go rock hard. “Please. Aurelo, touch me. Oh gods, touch me!”
    “Director?”
    “Do it,” he grunted, fucking me with renewed vigor. Aurelo leaned in and cupped my sac with his left hand as he stroked me in time with Director Fabian’s thrusts.
    “Yes, yes, yes ,” I chanted and then sucked in a harsh breath when he climbed on the bed with us… His face an inch from mine.
    “Come for us, Chicago. We want to please you,” Aurelo whispered as his lips brushed mine so softly I couldn’t even be sure it really happened. “Are you there? Give our director what he needs from you. Please? I need you too and I cannot have your sweet body until he is temporarily