The Blood Boss by Davidson King

Chapter Eighteen

Cain

The dream I’d had last night played over and over in my head like a seductive tune. Jayce on his back, legs spread, head arched in pure ecstasy as I tasted his most private places. I could taste the saltwater on his skin, feel the texture of his flesh as my tongue licked across his stomach down toward his—

“Me?” Jayce said, breaking me from the memory of my dream. “What was I doing in your dream?” A light blush painted his cheeks as if he suspected the kind of dream it was.

Such an odd feeling came over me as I stared at him, the way the fire was flickering over his body. I needed to touch him. We moved at the same time, hands clasped, his breath frantic, and his pulse calling to me.

“There’s something about you, Jayce. It pulls me to you, and yet I know I should resist. Hearing you say things like agreeing with Natalie, running off to die, it doesn’t sit well with me.”

“Since you fed from me, I know when you enter a room, feel connected to you, but it’s as if I was always supposed to know you. Does that make any sense?”

That was exactly how I felt. “Perfectly.”

“This is bizarre…Cain?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh, how I wanted that. My throat burning for the need of blood to quench it had been forever ago; now, every inch of me burned for every inch of him. “If you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”

I had only a second to see his smile before his lips were pressed to mine…Is this what breathing feels like? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so alive, but when the tip of Jayce’s tongue connected with mine, it was as if my long-still heart finally beat.

The sudden need for this man—who I’d found to be a burden for a time—built up. The pressure was too much and now, with our bodies touching, it was as if all the chaos and tangled confusion became a hum that vibrated over every inch of me.

“You taste like the sea,” I whispered against his now swollen lips.

“Is that good?” Jayce’s grip on my shirt tightened, and my hate for fabric grew. I wished to have him naked on my bed, spread so I could see all of him.

“Yes, Jayce. I need to feel you.”

“Please,” he whimpered and nothing, not the end of the world, evisceration, or the craving for blood would stop me from pleasuring him until he was so sated he forgot his own name.

“Come with me.” I gripped his hand and quickly brought us to my study across the corridor.

“Here?” Jayce was eyeing the couch and while, yes, I wanted to do sinful things to him on there, I wanted more to be undisturbed.

“Another time, follow me.” I pressed the panel that led to my rooms, and he chuckled.

“Sneaky.” Jayce practically pushed me, his anticipation spurring me on even more.

My brain couldn’t focus on anything as we rushed to my rooms, opened the door to my bedroom, and with breathless urgency, divested each other of our clothes. With each piece that fell from his body, Jayce’s beautiful landscape of flesh and muscle came into view and my cock pulsed painfully, needing his tight heat to sate it.

“Why are you standing there?” Jayce asked as he stood by my bed, gloriously nude. “Need help with the rest?” He gestured to my briefs that were still on. I’d stopped undressing to admire him.

I willed the nails on my hand to extend for a moment to tear off the offending briefs and free my plump and swollen cock from its confines.

“Holy shit.” Jayce’s eyes widened, but the small curl of his lips told me he wasn’t scared; he was as eager as I was.

“I want to feast on you,” I growled, taking two steps and tumbling us onto my bed. His laughter was a Siren’s song I could listen to forever.

As he lay below me, breathing heavily, I gazed into his coffee-colored eyes and smiled. A genuine happiness, one I hadn’t felt in hundreds of years burst inside me like sun on a frigid day. True happiness.

“Don’t wonder about it, Cain, you’ll go crazy. I can’t explain how I wanted to be anywhere else but here one moment and never wanting to leave the next. But if folklore can weave incredible fairy tales, why can’t we?”

The building of our gripping lust was confounding but welcoming. Resting atop him, I could feel his blood humming in his veins…Blood, life for both him and me.

“We can. But I’d settle for just a moment of whatever this is, ending be damned.”

Jayce spread his legs, allowing me to rest between them, and a surge of desire made me tremble.

“Let me feel you,” Jayce whispered.

I leaned in and brushed my tongue over the curve of his collarbone; when he moaned and gave me better access, I laved his flesh, consuming his intoxicating taste.

“Cain, please.”

I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I made my way down his body, relishing in every tremble my touch caused him.

The tip of his cock glistened with precome and right before I swiped over it, I met his wanton gaze. His sweetness was addicting, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took him to the root, sucking and swallowing around his cock. Breathing being no issue, I worked him, reveling in his incoherent whimpers, words like, fuck me, need you, and please, fell from his lips.

I released his cock, slid my hands along the inside of his quivering thighs, and spread him farther until his hole was in clear view.

“I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am. Fuck, please, Cain.”

I chuckled as I tenderly nipped at the sensitive skin near his balls. “Soon.”

Jayce kept himself open for me so I could kiss and finger his greedy hole, and fuck, it wanted everything I gave it. I pressed my tongue in, coaxing the tight muscle to loosen. When he was nice and wet, I tapped my finger over it, watching as Jayce arched off the mattress, mewing.

Slowly, I pushed in with my pointer, watching as he took me easily. My cock throbbed in appreciation, and soon I was working three fingers in.

“I’m ready, for fuck’s sake, Cain.”

Laughing, I slipped my fingers out of his gripping channel and kissed my way up his body until our faces were an inch apart.

“You are so wet, I don’t even need lube, but I think before I fuck you, I should—”

“No.” His fingers dug into my arms. “I like the burn, I need you, now!”

His desperate pleas made it easy to grant him any wish he desired in that moment.

I fused our mouths together and held my cock to enter him carefully and slowly. I wanted to push in and pound him into the mattress, but the thought of causing him pain angered me.

“More,” Jayce begged.

When I was completely inside him, he sighed in relief and graced me with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun.

We moved together, slow at first. His legs wrapping around my waist, he’d push up, I’d press down. Like a symphony, we made beautiful music together. Our climaxes came in drugging waves, washing over us, taking and giving.

We made no room to part; I rested my head in the crook of his neck while he ran featherlike touches over my back. His breathing calmed, and mere moments later he was in a sated slumber.