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Damyr was going to be alright and I was okay with that. More than okay considering I was kissing him and fuck, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted him to pick me up, because to him I probably weighed nothing and there was something thrilling about that, and throw me beneath him, pinning me to the sofa before ploughing into my asshole like it was some kind of punishment.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, fisting the strands tightly and controlling the angle of my head. I was crazy. I must be. Crazy enough to need him and want him despite the fact that my view of the world has just been shattered. Crazy enough to let him own me, body and soul, because I think being part of his world with him, might just be the closest to sane I’ve ever been.

I kissed him back greedily, thrusting my fingers into his hair and clinging on with everything I could muster. I couldn’t put a single thought together. My mind was focused on Damyr and only Damyr. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t think, all that mattered was me and him. This moment. Damyr was a hurricane, and I didn’t fight him. I let him sweep me up and destroy me completely.

I turned in his lap, barely breaking the kiss. I couldn’t stop, even for a moment. I wasn’t willing to break this connection. Now that I knew what this was, I wanted to surrender to it. To surrender to Damyr.

I settled my thighs on either side of his, locking our hips together. The feel of his cock against mine had me groaning deep into his mouth. He swallowed that sound like it belonged to him. Like he’d commanded it from my body on a fucking whim.

I broke the kiss, but only to create a bit of space so I could reach between us and free us both from the constraints of our pants. The moment my cock touched his, it was fuckingelectric. My head rolled backwards as I submitted to the sensation and when I finally brought my eyes back to Damyr’s, I saw in them a spark of obsession.

And itthrilledme.

I wrapped my hand around both of us, torturing us with the slow glide of my hand up and down our lengths.

“Benjamin,” he groaned, as he rolled his hips up to meet my thrusts. I wanted to make him fall apart, and to see him writhing beneath me, gave me a power that felt completely addictive. Damyr’s mouth latched on to my throat and I felt the sharp points of his fangs scrape across my skin.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Please.”

Damyr paused, his tongue swirling against my throat. I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a moment to rethink, but I didn’t need to. I wanted everything and however much it scared me, or however many questions I had yet to be answered, I knew I was meant to be right here.

I carded my free hand through his dark locks, and held him firmly against my neck, giving him permission to take what he needed.

There was a momentary sharp sting and then the most blissful sensation flooded my system. It was euphoric and intense, nothing like the bite he’d given me before. It was the most vivid, powerful feeling I’d ever felt, and I was pretty sure I died for a split-second. I sure as hell came the moment he took his first pull of blood from my veins. My cock erupted, causing my body to tremble and quiver. A strangled whimper escaped me and I shuddered almost violently in Damyr’s arms.

It was a few moments before the room came back into focus and I had a front row seat to watching Damyr come undone. I took over pumping his cock -- I must have zoned enough that I’d stopped -- and I used my own cum as lube. There was something hot about watching it coat his skin.

“More,” he rasped, his voice raw. “Faster.”

I did as he asked, tightening my hand and moving quicker up the length of him. He was bigger than me and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock stretching my hole.

His hips bucked wildly beneath me as he grew closer to the edger. His eyes were full of heat, blazing as they trailed the contours of my face.

“Fuck, Benjamin—” A growl left his lips as he came, cum spilling from his cock and hitting his chest with the force of his orgasm. God, he was gorgeous. Even covered in dried blood and cum.

I traced a finger up his heaving chest, scooping up some of his release. He watched me with curiosity as I brought my finger to my mouth and then I licked it clean.

He breathed in sharply, and his fingers pressed harder into my hips. “Benjamin.”

Fuck, my name sounded good in his mouth, like he was whispering it with reverence.

I thrust my hands into his hair and crushed my mouth to his. Any doubts as to what this was between us evaporated in that moment. I could feel it click into place, a partnership, a connection, a link between us. It my blood sing and my heart fucking soar. He was my addiction and a vice I didn’t have the strength to resist.

Even if, in the back of my mind, I knew he might be the death of me.

**

“It smells like sex and death in here. Kinky.”

I jolted at the sound of Acheron’s voice. How did he even get in here? I didn’t hear the door open.

I lifted my head from Damyr’s chest and saw Acheron standing next to the sofa with a wicked grin on his face. His hair was a dark midnight blue, and he looked like some hot shot out of a Japanese comic. Dressed all in black with combat boots and harnesses all over his chest. Jeez, how long did it take for him to get in that thing? There were so many buckles. Looked hot though. Maybe I could borrow it?

“Acheron, stop portalling in my house,” Damyr grumbled.

“Portalling?” I asked. I’d heard Damyr say that before, but I’d ignored it in favour of looking at the dead body.

“I’m a type of wizard so I can go where I want by portalling.” Which he proceeded to do by disappearing before my eyes without even a sound.