Page 7 of Necking with a Vampire (Halloween Temptation #1)

Draven indulged in one last long, lingering kiss.

“Now, do I bite you or fuck you first?”

Peter’s hips jerked against Draven’s.

“Naughty boy, you’d like both wouldn’t you?”

A wolf howled again. A different one. Closer.

Draven sighed and looked out into the darkness.

“They just won’t give up, will they? My fault, I never should have gotten so carried away with you. They have your scent now.”

“The uh.” And boy did this sound weird to say. “The werewolves?”

Draven smiled ruefully, “I didn’t want to drag you into the territory disputes between monsters. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

Draven pulled away from the tree and marched down the path, Peter still in his arms. Fuck, Draven took Peter’s weight like he weighed nothing!

“You’re mine. They can’t have you.”

Peter should be worried about the supposed werewolves on their tail. He should be worried about the supposed vampire carrying him so easily.

But Draven kept kissing and licking Peter’s neck. It was his one major weakness! He couldn’t stay still. His dick needed friction.

At this rate, he was going to be hard again.

And Draven could feel it.

“I love how sensitive your neck is,” Draven said. “Anything I do, and you’re squirming and hard for me.”

Even the pain from the hickeys felt good.

“I can’t help it, it feels so good.”

A wolf howled again. It was closing in.

Draven growled and walked faster. The ground sped by unnaturally fast. Until the next thing Peter knew, they were walking down a path to an old house on the edge of the forest.

Draven lived in a basement apartment?

Huh.

Peter’s dorm rose in the distance beyond it.

All those hours looking for Draven, and he lived a few blocks away!? If Peter had ever had the courage to take the short-cut through the forest, he’d have seen the van. Instead, he’d always gone the long way around and missed it.

Unbelievable.

As unbelievable as a potential meal pressing a vampire’s mouth against your neck. Did Peter have no sense of self-preservation?

Was Draven a real vampire?

‘Please, please let vampires be real, ’ Peter begged the universe. ‘ I’ll do anything .’

“Your heart is beating so fast for me,” Draven said.

‘Uh - only if Draven isn’t taking me to his lair to drain and kill me,’ Peter quickly amended. ‘But wow, what a way to go.’

Draven walked down to the recessed door, shoes clicking on the concrete steps. The basement suite sat low in the ground with only small rectangular windows for light.

Yellow eyes watched them from the forest.

They’d made it. Although exactly what Draven was protecting him from was unclear.

The door swung open silently. Draven stepped forward, and darkness swallowed them.

Not a single sliver of light penetrated the small windows. They were blacked out. It made sense, if sunlight was dangerous for Draven.

The man walked forward without a second’s hesitation. Completely at home in the dark.

Peter closed his eyes. Opened them. There was no difference.

It didn’t stop him from grinding their cocks together. If anything, it made him even hotter. It was like sensory deprivation, and all he could feel was Draven.

The cool body holding him tight. The wet lips and fangs crazing his neck. Sucking hard once again. Draven’s soft moans like he could barely control himself.

It was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

“Oh.” Peter rocked harder against Draven.

Was he getting close already? He shouldn’t be, after such a painful threat.

“If I put you down, will you run?”

Peter swallowed thickly, his throat working against Draven’s lips.

What an odd thing to ask. Hadn’t Peter been screaming from the rooftops how badly he wanted Draven from the moment they met?

“Why would I run? I want you.”

Peter let go of Draven’s waist to prove it, even if his dick complained. His toes just barely touched the ground, Draven holding him up effortlessly.

“You’re not worried I’ll lose control and drain you dry?”

“Please,” Peter whispered, offering his neck.

Was the darkness making him delirious? What was he saying?

It was Draven’s turn to swallow tightly.

“Are you sure? You’re safe here now, they can’t reach you. I fear once I've had you completely, I’ll never let you go.”

“I want you.”

Draven backed Peter up against something hard, a low table, or something, it was impossible to tell.

Peter’s feet touched the ground.

“Stay,” Draven said. Like Peter was a dog.

He still stayed, like the good boy he was.

Without Draven to ground him, Peter reached behind. It wasn’t a table. It was a sunken bed? One lined with soft fabric and cushioned sides.

The sudden flair of a match almost blinded him. Candlelight revealed - a coffin?

“Isn’t this a little on the nose?” Peter joked.

“I assumed you’d like it.”

“Oh, I do. I’ve always wondered…”

Peter blinked, and Draven was in front of him again. Devouring him again. Coffin at his back.

“Ever since I first tasted you, I’ve dreamed of sealing you in my coffin and fucking you until the sun came up.”

But getting in the coffin was going to be awkward if- whoa!

In another feat of strength, Draven lifted Peter, bridal style, and lowered him gently into the coffin.

Peter gasped and arched his back. Holy shit it was soft. As soft as the chair in Draven’s van. No, even softer. What did Peter need to do to get one of his own? This was heaven.

Draven followed him in with a predator’s grace, caging Peter in.

There was no escape, not that Peter had any intention of leaving.

Wide, red eyes stared down at Peter like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The feeling was mutual.

“I wanted your first time to be gentle, like you deserve. Tonight is different. Tonight is dangerous. I wasn’t exaggerating. I worry once I have you, I’ll never let you go,” Draven said, eyes raking over Peter, arms shaking in barely suppressed desire.

“I don’t need you to be gentle,” Peter said.

If he’d learned anything tonight, it was that he liked a bit of pain. Draven pulling his hair was the first clue. The bruises on his neck were the second.

What would it be like to be bitten while being fucked?

Draven sat on his heels, the candlelight giving him an eerie glow. Movement sharp and stiff, he unbuttoned Peter’s vest and frilly shirt.

A bit late to try and save the vest.

A button ripped off, going flying.

Nevermind. Hot.

Peter laughed, breathless.

The sound cut through the darkness. It made Draven pause.

“I never thought I’d ever hear someone laugh while pinned under me in my coffin,” Draven said.

“I’m happy to be your first.”

Draven’s hands trailed down to Peter’s waist, undoing the buttons, revealing nothing underneath except his embarrassingly hard cock.

“How lovely,” Draven said. “All this, even after I’ve already made you come?”

“You’re, um, pretty irresistible, you know.”

Draven pulled Peter’s pants down to his knees with one hard yank.

Peter wasted no time in undoing Draven’s pants in return. He had to know if seeing another man’s fully erect dick for the first time would be a turn off - or the hottest thing ever.

Draven paused, letting Peter explore the thick and heavy shaft. The way it pushed against the fabric. How Draven rocked into his tentative exploration.

That was as far as Draven’s patience lasted.

He undid the buttons and his cock burst free. Peter wasn’t the only one wearing nothing under his pants.

Draven grabbed Peter’s hand and pressed it against the bobbing dick.

Peter’s gasp was loud in his ears.

Holy shit. He was doing it. He was touching another man’s dick.

“How does it feel?” Draven asked.

“Amazing.”

“Good, be a good boy, and it will feel even better buried inside you.”

In another movement almost too fast to track - which Draven seemed to always do when his patience was hanging on by a thread - he shifted both of Peter’s legs to the side and bent them at the knee, hooking them over an elbow.

The act exposed Peter’s ass to probing fingers.

His ass clenched at the first exploratory touch.

Draven leaned down, further and further until Peter’s legs were pinned between their chests and Peter’s feet dangled over the edge of the coffin and his knees were next to his head, bent over Draven’s shoulder.

Fingers still circling his hole, Peter’s mouth opened on a gasp - which Draven took advantage of and slipped his other fingers inside.

“Suck,” Draven said. “Get them nice and wet.”

Peter’s eyes almost rolled back in his head. He imagined it was Draven’s cock in his mouth and sucked for all he was worth. He imagined kneeling in Draven’s van, after his blood was drawn, and thanking the older man with a warm and wet mouth on his cock.

He’d dreamed of doing it for weeks but hadn’t had the courage to follow through.

Draven grunted, and rocked his cock against Peter’s thigh.

Gripping Peter’s chin, he turned Peter’s head to the side, exposing the neck, and sucked hard.

Peter whined. The stimulation was almost too much. Draven was everywhere. Draven was his everything. He wanted Draven. He wanted to be devoured. In every way possible.

This was what Peter had always wanted. He’d spent every waking moment trying to think of ways to make Draven smile. He hadn’t realized what he really wanted was to see Draven lose control.

Well, he’d gotten his wish.

Draven was licking and sucking at Peter’s neck, teeth scraping but not biting.

Peter tried to push his neck into those teeth - but that was one thing Draven still refused him.

He’d probably thank the man in the morning. But right now he wanted to stomp his foot and pout.

Going by the fanged smile Draven gave him, the man was perfectly aware.

But his teasing had successfully distracted Peter. He hadn’t even felt the dry finger enter him. Not until it was replaced with the wet ones.

“Why won’t you-”

Peter’s question was cut off by a kiss.

The fingers spread him open painfully wide.

The hand at his neck pressed against his thundering pulse.

“Feel this? Feel how your ass flutters around my fingers? Do you want my cock, or do you want my fangs?”

Something about the question sounded off. But Peter was too delirious to decipher it.

“Yes!”

Draven smiled again.

Peter was being spoiled.

“I thought about taking you once, in my van. It was late. I had a bag full of your blood. I wanted to bounce you in my lap, while behind your back, I drank the bag you so generously gave me. Until I filled you just as you were filling me.”

“Please,” Peter said, welcoming a third finger inside his hole. “Please, why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away. You weren’t ready.” Draven pulled his fingers out impatiently and grabbed his dick, positioning it at Peter’s hole. “You’re still not ready.”

“I am!” Peter cried. “Don’t tell me what I’m ready for.”

“You still can’t stand the sight of blood, yet you keep begging me to bite you. I’m a vampire. I’m the monster you’ve always desired.”

Oh fuck this was too much for his addled brain. How was Draven so coherent while also being so desperate and impatient?

“You’re not a monster!”

“No? I put you in danger tonight. Those werewolves want to make you part of their pack. If they don’t get you this year, they’ll try next year. And the next. And the next. Until they have you.”

What was Draven going on about? The answer was obvious.

“But you’ll protect me.”

“Yes. I will. This is your last chance,” Draven said, cock pushing against Peter’s hole. “Vampire’s are possessive. I’ll never let you go. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? To belong to a vampire?”

No. That wasn’t right. It sounded wrong.

All night, his thoughts had been on Draven. His mind had kept blocking out what should have been the most exciting revelation of his life.

Peter didn’t care if Draven was a vampire for real or not. He never had. All he wanted was-

“I want you because you’re Draven!” Peter said.

Draven groaned and pressed in. The burn, the stretch, it was almost too much.

But as Peter had come to realize, he liked the pain. He relaxed into it. Welcoming Draven deeper and deeper.

“Fuck!” Draven shouted.

“I want you,” Peter said.

Draven’s hips jerked, grinding his cock in until he bottomed out.

“Fuck you feel so good. Just as perfect as I imagined.”

“I want you.”

“I can’t hold back any more.”

“I want you.”

“I’ll try not to hurt you.

“I want you!”

Peter couldn't stop repeating himself, over and over. It was his mantra. His assurance to Draven. He didn’t want Draven to hold back. He wanted it all.

“I know sweet boy,” Draven said, pulling out and driving back in. “I believe you.”

“I wan- Ah!”

“You’re mine now. I can feel it. You’re so perfect for me. Such a bright star I had to have to myself. Such a good boy.”

The pain and friction should have softened Peter’s dick - instead it was harder than ever.

“I wanted to lock you away. Inside my coffin. So only I could enjoy you. I wanted to hide you away from the world.”

Draven’s thrusts turned hard and punishing, rocking the coffin from the force.

“You should have seen everyone’s faces when you came in my lap. Only my throne. I was wrong. That’s how I want you now. I’ll show you off. Let them see how easily you scream and come for me. My bright little star. My good boy. They’ll all watch, and know that you are mine.”

The dark possessiveness made Peter’s cries turn inarticulate, he was beyond words.

Draven gripped Peter’s hair and exposed his neck, mouthing at it like an animal, barely containing the monstrous instinct to bite.

The posture opened Peter’s throat and made his cries loud and unrestrained as Draven pounded into him.

“Louder. Let them all hear who you belong to.”

“Draven!” Peter cried.

“Fuck yes, again. Tell them all who you belong to.”

“Draven! I’m yours! I’m yours! Draven! Please!"

“That’s it. That’s it, Come on my cock. Come for me, my good, delicious, sweet boy.”

Peter convulsed, gripping Draven’s shoulder in a death grip. It shouldn’t be possible! How was he coming! Fuck he was coming! He was- he was so full! And Draven was so big and perfect. Sucking Peter’s neck so hard it hurt.

He’d been right. He really could come just from Draven sucking his neck.

Draven released Peter’s hair to brace himself. Fuckung Peter thought it. Harder and harder. Driving the cum right out of him and onto his belly. Onto the expensive, ruined, velvet vest.

Without thinking, Peter wrapped his arms around Draven’s neck, pulled the man close, and bit down.

The growl Draven let out was inhuman. Echoing oddly in the enclosed space. He pinned Peter down with all his strength.

Draven was coming. He was filling Peter with his cum.

“Give it to me. I’m yours. Give it to me!”

The growl turned into a deep groan, deep enough to rattle Peter’s bones.

Draven didn’t stop driving into Peter, the cum smoothing the way until Peter could hear the slick, obscene sounds. Until Draven buried himself to the hilt one last time.

“Mine!”