Page 3 of Reign of The Beast (Immortal Passions #2)

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~Ryker~

I took another gulp of my cocktail.

My usual. A Pink Lemonade Margarita spelled to give an extra kick that supernatural beings needed in order to feel a buzz.

And, hell, I really needed to take the edge off after my epic failure earlier.

Mia Snow was the most infuriatingly stubborn woman I’d ever known.

When she made a decision, she just would not entertain any other points of view, or even facts, that stood in opposition to it. Unfortunately for her, her continued retirement and infuriating exile couldn’t continue and being left alone to her own devices wasn’t an option. She had to come back in.

While she clearly wasn’t up for listening to me , I knew someone who had mad persuasion skills, someone who wouldn’t be so easy for her to dismiss, someone who wouldn’t allow her to simply dismiss him.

Just the thought of him had me smiling like a lovesick fool .

I glanced around Polaris , tracking the path from my current position to the staircase in the distance leading up to his office.

I’d walked in over half an hour ago, yet there was still no sign of him.

Over the last three months, the blood bond between us had grown even stronger. There was no way he could’ve missed the fact that I was here. He could sense me anywhere now, at any distance.

I sank against the booth's luxurious white leather and polished off the rest of my drink. Pushing my glass aside, I heaved a heavy sigh.

I found myself becoming more agitated with every second that ticked on by when he still failed to show.

I knew, in my head, that it was an overly-sensitive reaction brought on by the shit show with Mia earlier and all the bull it had brought up for me, all the pain she’d put me through by running away twice now when things had gotten tough with this whole Covenant thing that Cornelius had concocted. First walking away from our relationship and now from everything and everyone who needed her.

But knowing I was overreacting wasn’t enough for me to simply quash those emotions.

Before I knew it, I was downing the rest of my drink, then heading on up to the office of the infamous Lucian Black.

It took me a full ten minutes of navigating my way through his insanely crowded club floor, before I made it to the staircase at the rear.

I sprinted up the steps, taking them two at a time.

When I pushed on through the door to the hallway outside his office, I found Anton Rowan, Head of Security, stationed outside his door .

He smiled when he saw me, a genuine reaction, not merely the forced politeness he employed with everyone else.

He stepped forward and we shook hands.

“Ryker.”

“Anton,” I returned. “How’s your night been?”

“Eventful. Too much so,” he said, running his hand over his blond buzz cut, then shaking his head in dismay.

I offered him my sympathy for the bullshit he’d had to endure.

The last three months with Draco’s determination to invoke chaos throughout the supernatural world had made everyone more than a little nervous.

Many of them were running scared, but there were also those who had begun to react in a much more destructive manner. Rampaging, attacking innocents, going after beings with great power to raise their own standing in an ill-advised attempt to protect themselves from Draco’s wrath and his penchant for targeting the weak and bending them to his will.

Unfortunately, as an Ancient and a very public figure in the supernatural world, Lucian was a chief target.

His insistence on keeping Polaris open wasn’t helping and it’d had me on edge knowing he continued to make himself such a brazen target. But he believed that he was providing a much-needed service to the community, one even more necessary during such unsettling, dark times. Polaris offered an outlet to supernatural beings, a sanctuary where they could blow off steam and have their deepest desires fulfilled, their needs catered to without judgment.

I had an idea about something I could implement to make things easier on Anton that would deter the troublemakers, but I had to run it by Lucian first. I didn’t want to interfere with his business and overstep. When I saw something that needed fixing, my natural instinct was to take care of it, but I had to curb the impulse here. Lucian was a proud man and very protective of his club.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I told him.

“I appreciate it.”

I took another step closer to the office door when voices reached my ear.

So that was why Lucian hadn’t come down to the club floor. He was in a meeting.

Moving away, I told Anton, “I’ll come back later.”

To my surprise, he stepped into my path. “That won’t be necessary. Go ahead.”

It was strange enough that Anton had left his position by the door at all. He was very protective of Lucian and his privacy. But to actually encourage me to interrupt a meeting was downright shocking.

“What’s going on?”

His face was an impassive mask.

When he refused to offer up an explanation, I blew out a frustrated breath. “Fine,” I muttered as I opened the door.

He followed at my back as I stepped into Lucian’s office.

What was happening? He always stayed outside, never coming on in with a guest. What was the root of his urgency and his uncharacteristic behavior?

My questions died an instant death as the scene inside stole all of my focus.

Lucian was lounging back on his leather couch, a drink in hand, smiling that alluring smile of his. He was dressed to the nines as usual in a designer pinstripe suit, his silky hair falling in ebony waves about his broad shoulders.

Of course, none of that was out of place.

The perfectly tailored suit .

The expensive scotch in hand.

The brazen confidence oozing a potent allure.

That was all very much classic Lucian Black.

What was off, and what was drawing my chief focus, was the large hand resting upon his thigh. Chunky rings encircled all four fingers like armor, abrading the smooth slate gray fabric as the being tightened their grip.

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching as a white-hot anger sparked within me.

All right, jealousy. The root cause was fucking jealousy.

“Lucian, I believe your guest has outstayed his welcome,” Anton spoke. He gestured at me while his gaze drilled into Lucian. “Wouldn’t you agree?” he added pointedly.

Lucian rose, his expression fierce.

He was across the room right in front of Anton in the next moment.

He began to chastise him, the two of them moving off to the side and really getting into it.

It had my attention shifting straight to this guest of his, the being rising to his feet.

I saw him sniff the air, then abruptly turn to me.

His gaze raked over me in an assessing manner, just like mine was doing to him.

His thick hair was jet-black, wild on top, just shy of brushing his collar. His deep green eyes, similar to mine, stood out against his honey-brown tan making them all the more striking.

He was dressed a lot more casually than Lucian, yet all his shit was designer and expensive luxurious fabrics. I took in his charcoal long sleeve tee. The thing was so tight that it revealed every contour of his incredibly defined muscles beneath. He was at least half a foot taller than me, broad shoulders, major muscle mass. He filled out his straight-legged black slacks a little too well, the things barely stretching across his thick thighs, and only serving to highlight… other things.

As he strode up to me, power rolled off him, a power I’d become intimately familiar with over the last few months.

The might belonging to an Ancient.

He rubbed his facial hair as he studied me. It was one of those circle beards, anchored by a patch of hair in the center of his chin, that joined with either side of a mustache, forming a circle.

“Magic-wielder,” he spoke in a low rumble.

“Ancient,” I returned.

In my peripheral vision I saw Anton storming to the door, pissed.

In the next second, it was slamming behind him so hard that the entire room shook.

Well, damn.

Grinning slyly, the Ancient held his hand out to me.

With a burst of speed, Lucian was at my side, snatching his hand. I heard a sharp crack and the Ancient hissed with pain.

“Do not ,” Lucian snarled at him.

The Ancient chuckled. “Come on now, Luc. Don’t be so greedy.”

Luc? Just how well did they know each other?

Lucian shoved him back, releasing his hand in the process.

The Ancient seemed startled. “You would deny me a power boost from your plaything during these dark and dangerous times?”

“You have misjudged the situation. He is not a plaything, not a power tap.” He caressed my hair lovingly, then slid his hand into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “He is my beloved.”

A gasp escaped the Ancient. His sharply angled jaw ticked. “Ah, scusa ,” he gritted out. “I was unaware that you had… settled down.” The disdain in his voice was clear. He took a cautious step forward and addressed me. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, youngling.”

Youngling. His derisive emphasis of that didn’t escape my notice.

He held out his left hand, devoid of those chunky rings. “Vincenzo Daza.”

Holy shit.

He chuckled, seeing my shock. “The name is familiar to you, I see.”

Damn right it was familiar.

Not just to me. To all Guardians.

He wasn’t merely known, he was on our top ten most-wanted list.

For centuries, he’d cut a path of destruction throughout the supernatural world, been responsible for horrific massacres of the human population, the razing of towns and villages. He was a merciless, relentless monster.

And right alongside him back then had been none other than Lucian.

Unlike him, though, Vincenzo hadn’t repented, hadn’t become a force for good. He’d continued on with his brutality, until a threat from Cornelius had forced him into hiding a century ago.

Now, here he was in Polaris , in a highly public space, as though he wasn’t a wanted being, as though he wasn’t standing before two Guardians.

“You have bigger fish,” he said, reading my reaction well.

“I'm a hell of a multitasker,” I fired back .

He grinned. “Hmm. Luc does enjoy fire in his… companions.” He took a step closer. “I should know. In fact, I am intimately familiar with his predilections.”

“Vincenzo,” Lucian hissed. “We are done here. Take your leave.”

“Done?” he scoffed. “I think not , amore mio .” He stepped up close to Lucian, “However, I will allow you time to consider my offer.”

In the next breath, he was gone with a burst of vampire speed, the office door opening and closing in a blur.

“Offer?” I queried, eyeing Lucian.

He sighed heavily and pulled away, striding over to his bar in the corner.

I watched him pour himself another scotch and down the whole thing.

When he set about pouring another, still not offering any response up, I’d just about had enough.

My night had been a shit show from start to finish and I’d reached my limit of bullshit.

“He’s a fugitive, Lucian. The Guardian Movement has been searching for him since he disappeared a century ago. And, not only were you sitting in here having a cozy fucking chat with him, but you also let him go. If it wasn’t for your damn inhibitor , I would’ve taken him down myself!”

He spoke calmly over his shoulder, “The complexities involved in dealing with a being like Vincenzo are incredibly difficult to explain. Besides, I never took you for such a stickler for the rules in any situation.”

“Don’t patronize me!”

“He makes a much better ally than an enemy, Ryker.”

“Oh, come the fuck on! That’s all bullshit! ”

Snarling, he tossed his glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces.

He spun around, his eyes flashing with anger.

The next thing I knew, my back was against the wall, his hands pinning my arms down by my sides as he loomed over me, barely holding his demon in check.

Seeing him lose it in such an uncharacteristic way told me just how much Vincenzo had gotten under his skin.

Was it more than a blast from the past, more than an overwhelming shock for him? Did he still… feel for him?

“You should not have interfered! You should have remained downstairs, summoned some semblance of patience for once , and waited for me to come to you!”

“To give him more time to feel you up? If I’d come in a few minutes later, would I have found him on his knees between your spread thighs with your dick buried down his throat?”

“His touch disgusts me. I endured it to appease him. I am working him, Ryker. Your jealousy is unfounded. Not to mention, it’s more than a little hypocritical, given who you spent your evening with.”

Damn him.

I blew out a breath and scrubbed my hand over my face. “Why did you shove him away from me when he tried to shake my hand?” I’d been curious since the second it had happened.

His anger deflated, his grip on my arms loosening. “He wears a ring on his middle finger, something that was created off-realm by a particularly powerful faery with whom he had a fling three centuries ago. It has the ability to siphon power from magic-wielders.”

Shit.

Off my stunned look, he said, “Exactly why I wished to keep you out of this, to keep him far away from you. He is quick to become obsessive when he sets his sights on something that is subsequently denied him.”

“That ring and anything like it is majorly illegal here. It needs to be destroyed and he needs to be apprehended.”

“He will not go easily. We are at war. Making an enemy of someone as formidable, resourceful and as manipulative as him would be foolish. The solution for the time being is to control him via fooling him into believing we are allies.”

“Lucian,” I said, shaking my head. “The guy’s in your head. That’s why Anton had me interrupt your meeting, isn’t it?”

He let go of me and stepped back. “Anton believes that Vincenzo has influence over me. He worries that I will revert to the monster that I was centuries ago if I allow him into my life once more.”

I tensed. “Ravager.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“ And he is overreacting. I haven’t been that thing for a very long time, nor do I foresee any circumstance that will resurrect it.” He cupped the side of my face. “My life is with you, the Guardian Movement, continuing with our mission of safeguarding the supernatural world. Vincenzo is merely an unfortunate complication that must be dealt with using kid gloves.” He planted a chaste kiss on my forehead. “He means nothing to me. You are the only being I care for, the one whom I love.”

His reassurances and his reasoning were almost convincing.

They probably would have been completely if I wasn’t familiar with the hold a person could have over another when love was in play.

But he’d said all he possibly could, promised me all that he could, so if I refused to let it go now, we’d have a huge problem with us.

After everything that had happened with Mia, I had a really hard time trusting people.

I’d put that on Lucian enough times as it was in the early days of our relationship.

I couldn’t do it again or it would risk breaking us. He’d always been truthful with me, never done anything to violate my trust. I had to give him the benefit of the doubt now. He’d earned it several times over.

Besides, we had enough on our plates at the moment. We needed to be united.

“Okay,” I said, easing his hand from my face and holding it down between us. “I have your back with him if you need me, all right?”

“I appreciate that,” he said, smiling.

We pulled apart and I walked to his couch and slumped down heavily.

He followed me over and folded his arms across his chest regarding me shrewdly. “Given that Mia is not here with you, I take it that things didn’t go well.”

“She’s refused to come back in. After what she unleashed during the Maven Coven battle, she’s terrified of her own power now.”

He scrutinized me for a few moments.

“What?”

“You neglected to tell her about Cornelius, didn’t you?”

I tensed, my body going on high alert before I could tell it to calm the hell down.

I still wasn’t used to him knowing the truth about Mia.

But after she’d exposed her true power right in front of him when she’d battled Draco, it had become both impossible and pointless to deny what she truly was any longer. The proof had been there right in front of him.

I’d made a vow long ago to annihilate anyone who stumbled across her secret, figuring that they’d be a threat to her, ensuring she’d be in danger and hunted to the ends of the earth for her rare power.

But Lucian had become the exception to all of that.

I knew him, I had faith in him. He’d protect her secret just as I had. It was in our best interests now with the whole Covenant thing. Plus, he knew what she meant to me, so he wouldn’t hurt me like that by jeopardizing her. Furthermore, I’d noticed his growing affection for her ever since what had gone down in that phantasmal plane that Cornelius had forced us into. He had a definite affinity for her.

No, he’d never hurt her in any way.

“I’d planned on it,” I told him. “It was actually supposed to be my trump card. But then I saw just how majorly unstable her magic is.”

“She hasn’t practiced for months, being secluded away in the phantasmal plane of her own making, which you determined was devoid of magic.”

“It’s more than that. She’s tried to shut down her power completely and it’s having adverse effects, leaking out, sparking without her permission. If I’d told her about what’s happened to her father, she would’ve had an emotional reaction to the news. And something like that, with her magic unstable, could’ve had cataclysmic repercussions.” With a heavy sigh, I rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the club floor. My back to him, I admitted, “She’s dangerous right now, made worse by her refusing to listen to me. I can help her, but she won’t let me. ”

“Give her some time to acclimate to being back on this plane and then I will go to her.”

I nodded. “Hearing it from someone else might be the push she needs.”

“Moreover, I am a professional persuader.”

I chuckled at his use of my phrase. “That you are.”

“She won’t delay for long, not with war upon us. She is needed.”

“More than that,” I murmured somberly. “Without her, we will all fall.”

“It won’t come to that.”

But this time his reassurances fell on deaf ears as I took in the hundreds of supernatural beings enjoying themselves, letting loose and being free, in the club below. “They’ve got no idea how bad things really are.”

“It’s better that way,” Lucian said, coming up behind me. “It would only cause mass panic throughout the supernatural world. Things are already bad enough due to Draco’s attacks. Knowing the Guardian Movement has lost its leader would be too much for them to deal with, a responsibility that we must shoulder instead and shield them from.”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

He leaned in close to me, breathing me in. “In the midst of such upheaval and dangerous uncertainty, we must take the brief moments we have between battles to de-stress and find comfort in one another, to remember what we truly fight for.”

He trailed his tongue along the side of my neck, growling low in his throat as he tasted me.

Fuck me. That sound did things to me.

He pressed up tightly to me, his chest to my back.

He ground against me, his hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks .

It had me sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes,” I rasped.

He fisted his hand in my hair, wrenching my head back.

Our eyes met over my shoulder.

His were on fire with barely-contained desire.

I shuddered with need as he whispered in my ear, “Tonight I will take you wholly. I will feed you my cock, taking your mouth, your perfect little ass.”

Releasing my hair, he trailed his warm, wet tongue up the other side of my neck.

He had me jolting in the next second, when he cupped my cock over my jeans. He gave it a firm squeeze, forcing a groan from me.

He ran his hand up and down my shaft. “Your cock is like steel beneath my fingers already.”

The next thing I knew, he was shoving me into the glass. “Brace your palms against it.”

I complied instantly.

He drew my jacket off my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. Then he pulled my tee up over my arms and head and tossed it away across the room, baring my chest.

His mouth was at my ear, whispering huskily, “There are hundreds of them down there. Any one of them could see you. Just a glance up here and they’ll witness you bared for my pleasure, you submitting to my touch as I own your delectable body.”

I shuddered at his words.

Taking in the crowds, a thrill ran through me, something I hadn’t expected. I was getting off on the idea of being caught, the illicit nature of the entire situation rolling over me. Sure, I’d screwed around in public before, outdoors and all that. Sometimes waiting just wasn’t an option. But strangers watching me being owned by a dirty, dominant force like Lucian Black was a whole different thing.

A surprised cry escaped me as he began flicking and tugging at my nipple rings. “You have lived for several ages, yet you have barely scratched the surface of the depths of your erotic desires. I have so much more to teach you.”

“God, yes.”

He rolled my nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure erupting through my body.

Then, with a burst of speed, he jerked my jeans down to my thighs. A sigh of relief escaped me as my cock sprung free from its tight confines.

“Mmm. No underwear to get in the way. You know how much I enjoy you this way.”

He stifled my response with a single finger.

With a feather-light touch he traced a path along my lower abdomen, just shy of brushing my throbbing cock.

I trembled, fisting my hands on the glass.

He must’ve caught me looking out at the club floor, because he said, “What if it was her down there? Just her looking up at us? I’d call her up here, make her watch as I buried my big, thick cock in your ass, stretching your exquisitely tight hole. I’d make her spread her legs wide, her pussy so wet from watching you having your ass filled. I’d shove your face into her wetness, forcing you to eat her out over and over, even after she screamed for a reprieve. There would be no mercy. I’d fuck you until I’m on the verge of coming, then I’d pull out, shove you to your knees and plunge my cock down your throat, making you swallow every drop of my cum. The dirty act alone would push you over the edge, having you coming all over her delicious breasts.” He scraped his teeth over my earlobe. “How would you like that? ”

Holy hell!

His teasing touches, his dirty words, invoking Mia and revealing his desire for her to be a part of our lovemaking… it all had me losing my shit. I was sweating like crazy, my mouth so dry I didn’t know if I could actually speak. I’d never felt so turned on, so desperate in all my life.

Lucian knew exactly what he was doing. He was so fucking good. I was consumed by need. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed but the overwhelming desperation to feel sated in a way only he could provide.

His hands slid down to my ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly.

I squirmed, which earned me a sharp slap to my left cheek.

“Be still. Keep your hands tight to the glass.”

He began fisting my hard length, slow and easy at first, then graduating to fast and wild.

“Fuck!” I cried out, throwing my head back.

“That’s it. Take it,” he whispered hauntingly in my ear.

I almost shot through the glass when he employed his vampire speed.

Clawing at the wall, I gritted my teeth against the erotic torture.

The pleasure was too much all at once.

I couldn’t catch my breath.

Ragged curses tore from my throat.

I broke position, my right hand leaving the glass and clamping down on his wrist, trying to push him away, or get him to ease up at least. But, without my magic, Lucian was able to simply bat away my efforts.

“Glass!” he snarled.

Grunting, I slapped my hand back in front of me.

Sweat poured down my chest, my face, everywhere.

My entire body was shuddering .

My balls drew tight, my abs clenching.

I was going to come. Hard.

But then his hand fell away abruptly.

I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn’t stand it.

I’d never gotten to that point before, only to have it mercilessly wrenched away.

My body was on fire. I was fucking shaking. “Lucian!”

“You are at my mercy now. You come when I decide.”

“But—”

In a flash of speed, he wrenched me away from the glass and spun me around to face him.

He gripped my jaw, jerking me closer. “Perhaps you will think twice next time about breaking position without my permission.”

That’s why he’d left me hanging so fucking brutally?

Before I had a chance to utter a vicious rebuttal, he shoved me against his desk, commanding, “Feet wide apart. Stick out that mouthwatering ass.”

Fighting against my instincts and no small amount of uncomfortableness at being given such an order, I did as he asked. My need to come was greater than my pride. He had me out of my mind with it.

I caught a blur of speed in my peripheral vision and then he was right behind me again.

“Good,” he praised me.

Despite myself, I smiled, the praise warming me.

I heard a squirting sound, but I knew better than to look over my shoulder and break position again. I couldn’t imagine going through that a second time.

His suit jacket brushed against the backs of my thighs as he stepped up close.

“Spread your ass open. ”

Swallowing hard, I reached back and did as he wanted, parting my cheeks and holding them open.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Such a tight little bud. Always so desperate to be stretched open.”

Something warm and wet swept over my sensitive hole, stilling my mind and my body instantly.

It circled lightly for a few moments, coating my ass. It had to be his finger dipped in lube.

Then he began mashing my hole. Holy hell.

Moan after moan escaped me.

I found myself pushing back, silently begging for more.

When he’d first done it to me, it had been unlike anything I’d felt before.

That hadn’t changed.

I was still beside myself with the glorious sensations. It was so fucking good.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Lucian!”

He stepped up the torrent of pleasure.

I was losing my mind when he breached me, his thick finger sinking into my ass.

But then he stilled all too soon.

I panted, squirming against him.

“Beg me.”

And, hell, I did.

“Please!”

“Give me more,” he pressed.

“Please, Lucian. Fuck my ass! Now, dammit!”

“As you wish,” he snarled dangerously.

He drove his finger further, deeper and deeper.

I bellowed when he twisted it, then jerked it back out suddenly.

And then it plunged back in again.

He did it several more times, driving me to distraction, until I was a begging, whimpering mess sprawled across his desktop, my ass up in the air, struggling unsuccessfully to hump his finger.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying making me squirm.

“Such a desperate little ass,” he tormented. “Is this what you desire?”

He thrust back inside me, shocking me with the added thickness. Two, or more fingers, I guessed.

I grunted, struggling to accommodate the invasion as he drove as deep as he could go.

When he unceremoniously withdrew them, a whimper escaped me, the emptiness crushing.

“Shh, my beloved,” he crooned, gliding his hands over my ass.

With a jarring burst of speed, he flipped me onto the table, my back across the black marble top, my cock jutting up toward the ceiling, precum oozing from the tip and trickling down my shaft.

It jerked violently as I watched him pull out his mammoth length and coat it from root to tip with lube.

He pocketed the tube in his suit jacket pocket, stepped out of his pants, then moved up close to the desk.

He ran his lube-coated hand up and down my cock, making me moan out loudly.

Then he squeezed the base of my shaft like a makeshift cock ring and plunged his cock into my ass.

“Fuck!” I cried out, bucking furiously on the desk, my ass clenching around his thickness. “Yes!”

He sawed in and out of me at an easy pace, driving deeper, bit by bit with every thrust.

A shock of intense pleasure took me by surprise when he hit that sweet spot in my depths.

“Fuck!” I roared, as he mashed against my prostate, over and over.

He shifted his weight. “Brace yourself,” he warned .

I stretched my arms over my head and grasped the edge of the desk tightly.

And then he brought his supernatural speed into play, jackhammering me, reaming my ass mercilessly.

All I could do was bellow out into the room. It was too intense to breathe steadily, let alone think, or even speak a full sentence.

My cock strained around his constricting grip.

I was trembling, bucking, screaming, the need to come straddling the line between pleasure and pain.

“Please,” I begged again.

His glazed eyes met mine, his jaw drawn tight, his muscles bunching and straining as he struggled to hold back his own pleasure.

He grinned slyly.

And then he abruptly released my cock.

Blood, pleasure and hell knew what else tore through me.

“Come! Come for me!” he commanded.

I couldn’t have held it any longer even if he’d ordered me to.

I snapped, my cock jerking violently, releasing a torrent of cum all over my naked chest, splashing up to my neck, my chin, pumping and pumping like mad.

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled out, then climbed onto the desk, stripping his suit jacket and shirt off with his vamp speed as he went. His tie hung down between us as he straddled me, gliding through the cum coating my chest.

My head full of the ecstasy that was still taking time to subside, the moment overtook me and I tugged on his tie, brought it to my mouth and cleaned the cum off with my tongue.

“Holy hell,” Lucian choked .

His overcome reaction only excited me more and I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks. I jerked him to me and lurched forward, driving my mouth down onto his cock.

I took him deep, swallowing him whole, making him jerk and cry out in pleasure.

The dirty act of tasting his precum, lube and my ass all over his cock had mine stiffening again.

I deep throated him, rolling his balls between my fingers until he was beside himself, groaning, moaning, then growling.

I reached around him and eased two fingers into his ass. A snarl escaped him and I looked up to see him fully vamped out, his features twisted into their demonic form, his fangs glistening in the muted office light.

He fisted his hand in my hair, tugging painfully and taking me closer to the edge as he fucked my face, lost in bliss.

I twisted my fingers deep in his ass and he jolted, his body going taut.

His cock jerked in my mouth and he roared as he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat.

I struggled to swallow it all, some of it oozing down my chin.

Lucian collapsed on top of me, seemingly spent.

Or, so I thought until I heard a telltale snap.

He buried his fangs in my throat.

The initial sharp pain gave way to all-consuming pleasure as he drank deeply.

I couldn’t stand it. Every part of my body was over-sensitized, on absolute overload, and I came hard again, shuddering beneath Lucian as the pleasure overwhelmed me .

He pulled back, his fangs retracting, and looked down at me, adoration sparking in his eyes.

He smiled as he let out a contended sigh and wrapped his arms around me.

“You are giving me a run for my money now.”

I looked around and down at the state of us half-clothed, covered in sweat, cum and blood.

“Good thing you have a shower in here. We should get cleaned up,” I said, starting to sit up.

Lucian tightened his hold around me, stopping me. “Not yet,” he whispered sleepily in my ear. “Stay with me.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, relaxing into me.