"Are you okay?" Ambrosio asked, licking the last drop of blood from his lips. Suddenly, he licked his finger and sniffed it. "Fennel. You never eat fennel."
"It was a mistake."
Ambrosio frowned. "Not a mistake. Another sign."
"Another one?"
"I heard Strange Fruit on the radio this evening. How often do you hear that song these days?"
"Not often," Mr. Wolfe agreed.
Ambrosio put his hand on Mr. Wolfe's thigh, leaned in and slicked the bite wound on his neck closed with his warm tongue. Mr. Wolfe's cock leapt in his pants.
"Somebody's eager." Ambrosio put his hand over Mr. Wolfe's bulge. "I think we need to finish this in bed."
"Why? Don't you like our sofa?"
"I love our sofa, but I think Vez followed me here."
That was a surprise. "Really? And still you fed from me?" Mr. Wolfe sat up now, peering out of the window through the filmy white sheers.
"He's not outside now, but he might turn up. Besides, I was hungry."
He grinned at Mr. Wolfe, who cupped Ambrosio's beautiful face in his hands.
"I live to care for you. Any word from our girl?"
"She's coming next week. Wolfie, are you as excited as I am?"
Mr. Wolfe had no chance to respond. Ambrosio had unbuttoned Mr. Wolfe's fly and whipped out his cock.
"My treasure," he breathed, beginning to suck it.
Mr. Wolfe's ass came off the sofa. Ambrosio's canine teeth hadn't quite retreated and he loved the way they gently grazed his shaft.
Ambrosio lifted his head. "Come, baby." He led Mr. Wolfe by the cock upstairs to their room, switching off lights as they went.
In the sanctity of their bedroom, Ambrosio pushed his husband to the bed and continued sucking him. Mr. Wolfe writhed and bucked, not wanting to come yet, but not able to stop himself either.
He came hard and deep in Ambrosio's throat, his hands threaded into his man's silken hair. He fell back against the bed, images of colors moving like lava lamps dancing in his mind. He couldn't move.
Ambrosio took off all of Mr. Wolfe's clothing, then his own. He moved across the room, cock bouncing, and returned with a wooden case. He opened it.
Mr. Wolfe sat up, his heart beating just a little bit faster.
"My man's pleasure?" Ambrosio gazed deeply into Mr. Wolfe's eyes.
What a choice! Mr. Wolfe rarely got to pick the cock ring his husband was going to wear, but he knew all of them and loved each and every one Ambrosio had carefully collected over the last three hundred years.
He'd been fascinated to learn that the first cock rings had been fashioned in ancient China out of goats' eyelids. Their lashes were left intact to pleasure the recipient of the grand fucking.
Thankfully, there were no eyelids in this collection, but there were some real beauties. He couldn't choose. He loved the whimsical nuts and bolts cock ring they had bought together in Chicago. He wanted something different.
Ah, yes.
He pondered his two hot picks. It was between the leather sling that had been custom made by Ambrosio and the simple silicone C-sling. The leather one came with rounded studs and gemstones positioned to massage Mr. Wolfe's perineum. The C-sling did the same thing but Mr. Wolfe always felt he was being taken by a Roman gladiator when Ambrosio wore the stone-encrusted leather bindings.
"That one." His long fingers fell on the cool opals and moonstones set into the strap.
Ambrosio stood at the edge of the bed, whisked out the leather cock-sling and grinned as Mr. Wolfe scrambled forward, capturing Ambrosio's cock with eager lips.
Mr. Wolfe sucked on him, tasting the sweet juices a fresh feeding always gave Ambrosio. He released him with a loud pop, then bent down to suckle his husband's balls. They were big and tasty. He loved sucking one, then the other, then both into his mouth.
"I swear one day you'll bite them both off," Ambrosio ground out. He bit his lip. "Oh, God that feels good." He ran his hands over Mr. Wolfe's head, putting his fingers to the hair band that kept his long tresses at bay. "Love your hair loose." He gasped when Mr. Wolfe released his ball sac and went back to sucking his cock.
Mr. Wolfe ran his tongue along the thick vein in Ambrosio's huge shaft. The vein became more pronounced when Ambrosio had fed and was always extra sensitive.
He felt his lover twitching away from him. Pleasure and pain.
Mr. Wolfe reached up and gently removed the nipple shields. He tenderly touched the red, protruding nubs.
"Nooo--" Ambrosio began but Mr. Wolfe's mouth tightened around his shaft and Ambrosio came with a roar. Mr. Wolfe prided himself on giving him these monster orgasms. He tugged Ambrosio to the bed the moment it was all over and began kissing and licking his face.
Ambrosio's eyes remained closed in ecstasy, Mr. Wolfe's favorite expression on his husband's face. Ambrosio's cock remained hard, but Mr. Wolfe knew it was sensitive to the touch. He left it alone a few minutes, and the sensitive nipples, and focused on the rest of Ambrosio's perfect body. Tongue and lips sought their favorite, hallowed places, and he warmed to his task as Ambrosio's eyes opened.
Ah, he was ready for round two.
Ambrosio climbed atop him, their cocks colliding. He grabbed them in one hand, stroking them gently against one another.
"I've always wanted to fuck you when you've turned," Ambrosio suddenly announced. "I bet you're a real tiger with your fangs and fur."
"Something like that."
Mr. Wolfe couldn't think straight. They both knew it was impossible. Mr. Wolfe became a deranged lunatic with an urge to kill when he turned. He'd learned to run and hide, Ambrosio helping him by keeping him locked away.
"One day, we'll try." Ambrosio lowered his body onto Mr. Wolfe's and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced over one another, Ambrosio's hand moving between Mr. Wolfe's legs now.
Their gazes held as Ambrosio began running his fingers along Mr. Wolfe's perineum. They both knew the hard stones on the
