“Hungry, Vincent?”
I tried to retract my fangs but by the way he was looking at me, I realized resisting what he offered was futile. I just wasn’t that strong.
“I want you so bad, Romeo…and I need to feed tonight, if only just a little.”
Romeo’s fork clattered to his empty plate. He smiled broadly and pushed back his chair. “Come on, baby. Let’s take this to the bedroom. I’ll give you everything you need.”
I scrambled out of my chair and took the hand he offered, following him back to the master and then into the elevator which took us down to my basement level light tight bedroom. As soon as we were closed inside, he swept me into his arms and lifted his chin, presenting his corded neck. My gaze was instantly drawn to the juicy artery pulsing just under the surface. His blood swished loudly through his veins. Most of the time I could ignore the sound, putting it to the back of my mind, but not tonight. Still…I wanted the smell of werewolves and death off him. I didn’t want to force him to shower before taking him to bed but I really wanted no other scent but mine on him.
I began unbuckling his belt as he went to work on the buttons of his uniform shirt. Within a minute, he’d bared himself to my hot gaze, and I’d shed my clothes at vampire speed.
He drew me into the bathroom with him and flipped on the rainfall shower feature. We both climbed in and let the hot water pour over our bodies. He reached for the body wash and squeezed some into the palm of his hand, instantly soaping my hairy chest and abdomen before working his way down to my straining erection. The sight of the throbbing vein in his neck, was too much for me to take as he wrapped one hand around my cock and cupped my balls with the other. When he squeezed my balls harder than usual, I slammed his body back against the shower wall, hissed loudly, and struck.
Romeo
I gasped as Vincent’s fangs sank into the side of my neck. I could feel them rip through muscle and tissue, but my agonized scream ended only a moment after it began as his fangs were suddenly withdrawn, and my lover began to suck. My cock, already hard and throbbing, became a solid steel pipe as my vampire circled it and began slowly stroking. Every vein in my body seemed to throb as Vincent sucked. I could feel my life’s blood flowing from my body and into his with each tug of his lips.
Hot water poured down our bodies. I loved fucking in the shower, but I never thought I could like the rest of the package that came with Vincent Lasco…that is until every time we did this. Electricity lit every cell in my body, and it was all I could do to hold back my orgasm. I gasped out his name but could manage nothing more.
When he finally lifted his head and stared into my eyes, I felt a trickle of blood sliding down my neck and then down my chest and lower. I looked down to find my blood circling the shower drain.
When I lifted my face again, he caught my lips in a passionate kiss. No one had ever kissed me like this. It was magical and utterly all consuming. I grabbed his ass, squeezing both globes in my hands as he practically shoved his tongue down my throat. He licked and sucked my tongue and inside my mouth. I returned the kiss with equal fervor until he finally let go of my cock, only to replace the friction his hand had provided with equal pressure from his own groin. When he ultimately lifted his head, I was gasping, panting against his lips.
“Fuck me, Vincent. Fuck me before I come against you,” I begged. “I want you inside me when I come.”
Vincent smiled against my lips. “You want me to fill you, Romeo?”
I groaned in frustration. I needed to come, and he was torturing me. “How many times do I need to tell you, to call me Rome?” I gasped.
He chuckled and finally stepped back, reaching for the shelf in the shower. He grabbed a tube of lube and returned to me a moment later, shoving it at me.
“Get yourself ready. I want to watch, Romeo.”
Before I could open my mouth to argue, he’d spun me around. I caught myself with my free hand against the marble tile, chuckling. Vincent was much stronger than I was and when he was as single minded as he became during sex and feeding, he was even more so. I freed up both hands by leaning my forehead against the shower wall and squeezed a large dollop of lube onto my fingers, promptly dropping the tube back on its shelf.
I widened my stance and reached around, sliding slick fingers between my own ass cheeks and pressing the tip of one against my hole. Vincent and I had been fucking every night and every morning when we were able to spend the night in his light tight basement bedroom. We generally switched off who topped but after two weeks I knew it wasn’t going to take much stretching to get myself ready for him. I couldn’t wait. The man really knew how to fuck me. Then again, it wasn’t every day one ran across a guy with over seven hundred years of experience in the sack.
“That’s it, baby, open that gorgeous hole,” he whispered at my ear. The barely disguised graveled need in his voice threatened to shatter me.
I shivered as I felt his tongue lapping at the holes on the side of my neck, and I held my breath almost wishing he’d bite me again. I was never ready for the
