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CAM

“Yeah. I really do.”

I studied Penn as the words left his lips. He looked certain. There was no hesitation in his eyes, and he kept them locked on mine. His breathing was steady. Everything about him was the picture of calm and certainty. I admired him, because I wasn’t sure that I’d ever been that calm or certain about anything in my life.

I nodded. “Okay.”

We were going to do this. I really shouldn’t have been so hesitant about this. I needed a feeder, and Penn was willing. He knew everything he needed to know, and I’d made it clear that he could ask anything as we progressed. He would even be getting something out of it too, beyond a regular hook up and the high that came from feeding an incubus. It was a good deal for both of us.

I drew in a deep breath.

I could feel the low hum of anticipation vibrating in the air between us. I didn’t need to close my eyes to feel the tendrils of sexual energy radiating off of him. “Remember, you can stop this at any time,” I reminded him.

He nodded, and I closed the distance between us, testing the waters with a kiss. His lips were softer than they looked. Which was pretty impressive, because I’d found myself distracted by them from the first moment we met. He had a fuller bottom lip than top one, and I loved the asymmetricality of it all. His lips moved against mine, hesitant at first, timid, before we both gave into the feeling of lips colliding. His mouth opened to mine, and I slipped my tongue inside. His hands moved around my waist, pulling me closer. I didn’t know if I pushed him back or if he pulled me, but we were laying down within moments of that first kiss.

All around me, that energy screamed. It was growing hotter already, holding an intensity that I’d never felt with Ryder. I pulled some of that energy into me. It was a taste, just like this kiss. An appetizer that left me wanting more. I wanted four courses and dessert. I wanted an all you could eat buffet that tasted like his lips and the energy we were creating.

I could feel him growing hard underneath me. I ground down, moaning into his mouth at the light friction. His reaction was immediate: a spike of energy that coursed through me like an espresso shot and a low groan that was even more delicious. I wanted to pull all of those sounds out of him. I wanted to watch as he fell apart at my hand, at my tongue. I wanted to taste the shifts in his energy as we moved from one thing to the next.

I was getting ahead of myself.

We hadn’t talked about how far we were willing to go for this feeding, and I wasn’t going to just jump straight to it, but I needed more than this. I needed more than kissing and grinding. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his warm skin against mine. I sat up, straddling him. The shift in pressure pulled another one of those groans from him and sent another shot of energy through the connection our kiss had formed.

“Your eyes,” he breathed out.

Unlike the guys at the club, there was no fear in his voice.

“Yeah, they do that. It’s actually our natural state, but you learn how to hide it.” I didn’t want to talk about my weird glowing eyes right now. I didn’t want to hear anything in his voice that could lead me to think that this was a mistake. Not now. Not when I had tasted him and was craving more, but I couldn’t ignore the comment either. “Is it okay?”

He smiled softly up at me. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Some people get freaked out by it,” I admitted, remembering the two guys at the club.

“I’m not.” He punctuated his statement with another roll of his hips, and I wondered how much of the statement was truth and how much of it was clouded by pheromones or whatever. I’d take it. For now. Stopping once I got started was hard enough when I was well fed. When I was nearly starving, like I was now, with a ready and willing feeder underneath me, it was a near impossible ask.

I traced a finger down the front of his shirt, pausing at the hem. I looked at him, a silent question in my eyes. He nodded, and I lifted the shirt over his head. It fell to the linoleum floor of my dorm room, and my eyes drank in the expanse of skin left in its wake. They lingered for a moment on his small, dusky pink nipples. I licked my lips as I studied him. “Wow,” I exhaled. “You are… just wow.”

“Good wow, I’m hoping?”

I nodded as I traced my finger down the faint definition of his chest. He didn’t have a six pack, but I could see the musculature behind his tight, pale skin. It didn’t look like the kind of muscles someone got through hours at the gym. It was more like the kind of muscles that someone got from a combination of living an active life and good genetics. I had so many questions, but none of them were important right then. Not when goosebumps chased my finger across his skin.

Our eyes met as my hand continued it’s exploration of his torso. I let that eye contact linger for a few moments before breaking it. Every second that our eyes were connected, the energy between us grew hotter, more intense. If it was this intense from what we were doing now, I could barely fathom how it would be when we got into the real heat of our hookup. I bent over him and licked over one of his nipples. His back arched. Sensitive, I noted. I liked that.

My tongue toyed over the small nub, savoring the way it hardened under my attention. When I nipped at him, he let out another lust filled sound that went straight to my cock. I pulled more energy through the bond. It felt almost electric, flavored in ways I couldn’t even explain. It was so different than what I tasted when I hooked up with Ryder. Ryder’s energy had always been warm and comforting, like hot cocoa or something.

I didn’t think there was a human equivalent to the flavor of Penn’s energy. I only knew that it was my new favorite flavor, and I could see myself becoming addicted.

I paid attention to his other nipple, kissed along his collar bone, up his neck, and the entire time, he kept responding. His noises filled my dorm room and made me so hard that my dick ached. I wanted to keep going, keep teasing him. I wanted to explore every inch of his body, find every spot that sent a surge of fresh lust through the bond—the way it had when I’d nipped down on his clavicle. I also wanted to kiss him again. His lips were parted on a moan, and they were the sweetest temptation.

I gave in. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me back down. His hands slipped under my shirt, nails biting into my back. I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine, not just the hint of it’s heat through the cotton covering my torso. I lifted myself one more time, only long enough to rip the shirt over my head and throw it to the floor where his laid abandoned. I crashed my lips back down to his, and the heat from his skin was almost burning.

Our hips ground against one another, and I knew I had to be leaking into my jeans.

“More,” he groaned, his hands slipping between us to tug at the button of my jeans.

“Yeah,” I gasped out. I wanted more too. Wanted wasn’t a strong enough word for the way I craved him. I needed more.

I helped him get rid of our pants, leaving us both in our underwear. I could see the outline of his dick through his dark boxer briefs. There was a wet spot in the fabric, right at his tip, and I wanted to taste it.

I was driven by instinct, by the need to feed. To taste. To bring him so much pleasure that it brought forth that final surge of energy, the kind that would fill me for days. I kissed down his torso, tongued along the waistband of his underwear. I palmed his bulge over the fabric. It felt good against my hand, and I wanted to know how he felt. How he tasted.

I needed to discover every part of his pleasure.

“Can I?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Please. God, please.” His voice was already hazy, almost dazed. I wondered if it was lust or the high that changed his voice. I hoped it was the former. “Please, Cam?” His voice broke through my concern. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I mouthed over him, tasting the salty precum that had seeped into the fabric. It wasn’t enough. No matter how much I tasted him, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him on my tongue. I wanted to take him deep into my throat and tease him until he exploded.

For the first time, I wasn’t thinking just about tasting his energy. I wanted to taste him .

I tugged down his underwear. His dick was perfect as it sprang from it’s fabric prison. It was about six or seven inches long. He was thick and cut with precum pooling at his slit, glistening the way I knew the energy around us would if I took the time to see it. There was a vein running along the length of the under side, and while I wanted to taste him undiluted by fabric, I couldn’t fight the urge to lick up that vein. He bucked his hips again.

“You like that?” I asked him, looking up from where I laid between his legs. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” he exhaled.

I was nothing if not a giving lover, so I gave him more. I lapped up the precum at his slit before taking his head into my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head as my hand wrapped around the shaft, jacking him. My other hand played with his balls, pulling a string of obscenities from his perfect lips. He was so responsive.

His hands tangled into my hair and he tried to push me down. I let him, letting my lips meet my hand. I flattened my tongue, adding pressure to the underside of his shaft. His grip in my hair tightened, sending a bite of pain through me. My dick was throbbing. Every single part of this was turning me on, and feeding was the last thing on my mind. Luckily, feeding was an instinctual thing, once we got to a certain point.

I worked him over with my mouth and hand before saying fuck the hand. I took him deep, my throat relaxing as I moved deeper. My nose touched his pelvis before I rose back up and began giving him head in earnest. He was loud. His hips drove up, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. It was probably the hottest blowjob I’d ever given in my life.

I wasn’t thinking about my own pleasure. Only his. Only the way he fucked up into my mouth, meeting me thrust for thrust. When I’d move down his shaft, he’d drive deep into my throat. When I would raise, his hips would lower. It was a synchronicity that I’d never experienced. I’d never been so in tune with a sexual partner before. I’d never been so driven to give someone pleasure the way I was with him. I wanted to drive him out of his mind. I wanted to find out what he sounded like when he came.

precum was flooding my mouth with every pass over his dick, and I could tell he was close. It wasn’t the burn of the energy through our bond, but the way his vocalizations grew more and more nonsensical. I kept at it, kept teasing him with my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on his cock, and when he finally came, it was with a shout that filled the room.

I felt him pulse on my tongue as his release slid down my throat. I swallowed it down, milking him for every single delicious drop that he could muster. He tasted amazing—in both senses. His load and his energy.

As soon as I lifted my head from him, he flipped me over. He shoved down my briefs and took me in his hand. I fell apart almost immediately. It only took a few pumps of his hand before I was spilling into his fist, ropes of cum shooting onto my stomach.

I watched in wide eye wonder as he licked up every drop before he flopped down on the small dorm bed beside me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and I saw it.

Our combined energy was red with specks of gold dancing along the strands, white hot to the touch. I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, watched as it began to fade.

I realized I didn’t know what he liked after a hookup. I realized that we hadn’t actually finished that part of our conversation. It had come up, but he’d never told me what he liked. When I opened my eyes, Penn was looking at me with wide eyed wonder. His eyes were cloudy and his face was dazed. His hand raised and rested against my cheek. “They’re still glowing,” he whispered.

“They will for awhile.”

“I like it.”

The warmth that radiated through me that had nothing to do with the flow of energy we’d just shared or the fact that we’d both gotten off. It didn’t have to do with anything sexual, and everything to do with those three simple words. I like it. Ryder had always been a little freaked out by the glowing eyes. The guys at the club had been freaked out. Penn liked them. I wondered if he’d like it if he saw what I looked like when I lost control during a feeding.

It had only happened a few times, when I was still learning how to control my feeds. And, okay, it had happened a few times later in life as I experimented with different things, different pleasures and the different flavors of energy they each produced.

Luckily, I had that under control. I didn’t want to scare him off. Glowing eyes were one thing. I didn’t want to test out the rest of it.

I exhaled, trying to push the worries away. They were worthless worries, because I hadn’t lost control in a long time. No feeding has ever felt like that before , a cynical voice in my head reminded me.

“You okay?” Penn’s voice, still cloudy, silenced my inner fears.

“Yeah,” I assured him, even if it didn’t soothe my worries. “Just… wow. That was intense.” I studied him, scooting closer and turning onto my side to face him. “What about you? Do you need anything?”

He moved to mirror my position. Our lips were mere inches apart, and I could feel his warm breath with every exhale. “Can we just stay here for a bit? I feel a little weird. I think I have that high you were talking about.”

“We can stay here as long as you need. Do you… Do you want me to hold you?”

He didn’t answer. He just took my hand and held it between us. Our foreheads rested against each other, and one of his legs found its way between mine.

I didn’t know how long we laid like that. Long enough for a sense of peace to wash over me, for the glow in my eyes to fade back to normal. Enough for the high to fade from him, for his eyes to regain lucidity, and then a little longer.

“I should probably get back to my room,” Penn said some time later. “Can I come by tomorrow? Talk about it some for my article?”

I nodded, and we both got out of my bed. We dressed in silence, and I walked him to the door.

He kissed me before he left, a small, chaste kiss that somehow felt more intimate than anything else we’d done. My lips tingled in a way I’d never experienced before.

I didn’t know what it was about, but I knew I liked it.