Touching his pale lips to Hunter's blood-smeared ones, Malcolm gave him the briefest, chaste kiss, barely making contact. He then nuzzled his cheek and jaw over the wet opening, streaking his pale skin with strokes of deep red, all the while sniffing and inhaling the scent of the rich, coppery blood.
It was erotic and primal, and it thrilled Hunter to see himself written across Malcolm's face. The marks only remained on his skin for moments before they faded, seemingly sucked into the vampire's very flesh. Hunter reached out and touched Malcolm's face, wishing his mark were still on the vampire.
Slowly drawing back, Malcolm slipped out of Hunter's touch. Once he was sitting back on his heels again, he pulled Hunter's hips toward him in a powerful yank that slapped cock to cock.
Hunter groaned as his erection curled forward, swollen and hot, but his gaze stayed glued to Malcolm, watching, breath held, as the vampire used his fangs to slice open the first two fingers of his own hand.
Blood, viscous and dark, flowed out of the wounds. It dripped like honey, full-bodied and glistening wet in the dim bedroom light. Malcolm let the blood pool in his palm, then used his hand to stroke his stiff, pale cock, anointing the shaft and head with a liberal coating until the wounds closed. He made to lick the remainder off his palm, but Hunter reached out a beckoning, open hand. Flirting with danger, always pushing the limits.
Wordlessly, Malcolm placed his bloodied hand in Hunter's, his eyes dilated, his lips parted in anticipation. Hunter strained up to lick the tips of Malcolm's fingers, then sucked each one into his mouth to scour it clean with his tongue, swallowing down the spicy tang of vampire blood, feeling the bond between them strengthen and grow. Once they were both clean, he licked the smears from Malcolm's palm, teasing the sensitive surface with light, lapping caresses until he felt more than saw Malcolm's hand twitch. Then he sucked both healed fingers between his lips down to their bases, only to slowly slide his pursed mouth off again. Malcolm's riveted gaze took in every swallow, every lick, every seductive gesture.
A faint sheen of sweat made the vampire's skin glow a golden ruby, the whites of his eyes red, his gray irises now flecked with threads of yellow gold. His large square hands clenched into fists but relaxed long enough to pull Hunter's hips up and push his legs back, one hand guiding his blood-slicked cock into Hunter's ass.
The burn was immediate, the pain a fleeting shock that instantly melted into waves of pleasure. Every measured thrust and withdrawal spread the fiery glow deeper into Hunter's abdomen. His asshole flared and clenched trying to pull Malcolm in, the slow, tempered thrusts maddening. Hunter moaned and bucked, feeling the tip of Malcolm's cock brush over the small nub of his prostate. Every rub and jab sent tendrils of electric excitement scurrying along his nerves. Pressure built at his opening as more of Malcolm's wide girth eased into his channel. A similar pressure began to uncoil in the pit of his abdomen. The pressure grew and grew until Hunter was squirming and writhing, only Malcolm's hands and iron grip keeping him firmly in place.
Whimpers and gasps joined groaned oaths and curses that intensified as Malcolm's strokes became more rapid and deeper. Hunter reached for his own cock, but found his fingers trapped under Malcolm's hands, pinned to his own bucking hips, his erection taunt, bobbing with each new thrust, splatters of tiny white droplets spotting his chest. His opening was spread wide, the base of Malcolm cock slamming hard against the clenched ring, coarse hair tickling the tender flesh around his hole, adding a sensation he'd never been aware of with other lovers.
Everything about this coupling was new and different, like it was his first time. He felt more, sensed more, not just what he was feeling but what Malcolm was experiencing too. He felt the ridges and bulging veins on Malcolm thick cock and the deep rim of the head as it passed over his hidden gland and up his ass, but he also knew the satiny tightness of his hot, slick, wet flesh around that cock. It was dizzying trying to sort out which sensations belonged to whom. In the end, he gave up and immersed himself in all of them, encouraged by the indistinct hum of pure pleasure in his head.
Each thrust hammered deeper into him. So deep, the delicious fullness reached the uncoiling threads of ecstasy loosing in his gut, nudging them to unfurl faster. He wanted more, harder, to be taken like he'd never been before. Hunter was consumed by the need to have Malcolm fully inside of him, his body impaled on Malcolm's, Malcolm enfolded by his. This was ecstasy, bliss, the binding act that Hunter knew was needed to link them together forever.
Now all that was left was the claiming. The taking of his blood, the final joining, the completion, the ultimate bond that would either take Hunter's life or give him a new one.
Death or life as a thrall to a vampire master. His protector, his future, his lover. Which one Malcolm had in store for him, he couldn't tell, but he was beyond caring, at the point of no return. Malcolm had won the bet with Hunter's father, and he deserved his prize.
One of Malcolm's hands moved to pluck at his painfully stiff tits, but Hunter seized it and quickly pulled it to his lips. Not giving himself time to think about his actions and what the vampire would do if he were displeased, Hunter snagged a tiny bit of the thin skin over Malcolm's inner wrist and bit down hard. Blood welled out of the wound, coating Malcolm's wrist.
A sharp intake of air, more surprised than
