Page 8 of The Psychic and the Vampire: A Bad Case of Vampire Curiosity
Ant had learned a lot about sex since being with Viktor.
With Viktor’s encouragement, he’d mastered oral to the point where he could bring Viktor pleasure, and they’d tried some interesting positions.
During their holiday, when the need to connect seemed more intense, they’d played with Ant’s magic and Viktor’s ability to become invisible.
He still blushed when he remembered one such incident.
He’d been standing in the kitchen one morning, talking to Bridget on the phone, when all of a sudden, his pants were around his ankles.
He knew from the touch it was Viktor who was disrobing him in the kitchen, even though he couldn’t see him.
But he’d never got off the phone so fast than when moist heat surrounded his cock and invisible fingers tickled his balls.
This time was different again. Ant could feel how intensely Viktor wanted the connection with him – that wasn’t unusual - and Ant felt that need just as intensely.
His mind had been jumbled to the point of pain in his experience with Carmine, and yet Viktor had a knack for grounding him in a way no one had before.
Viktor’s depth of emotions was just as intense as Carmine’s had been, but opposite in their effect on him.
Viktor was showing Ant how much he was valued and cared about, through his actions alone.
Relaxing back on the mattress, Ant closed his eyes, letting Viktor’s need and desire wash through his body, welcoming every touch against his skin.
Fingers teased his neck, sending tendrils of fire through Ant’s blood. Viktor’s harsh breath skated across his chest as his mouth fastened on Ant’s nipples. While the sensations were arousing, it was the color shifts Ant could see in his mind that heightened all of his senses.
It was like being in a vision, but there was no dog at his side.
Ant could feel Viktor looming over him, the hulking shadow of his second self, more obvious in Ant’s mind than if he’d opened his eyes.
Viktor had explained in one of their many talks how his true vampiric nature rarely surfaced.
With his age and power, too many perceived him as dangerous that way, and Ant could attest that his vampire was definitely that.
The vampire side wasn’t shy in his love for Ant, and Ant groaned and stretched as the vampire side felt his awareness and pushed forward just a touch more.
Viktor growled and strained, clearly trying to keep him back, but Ant sent calming vibes through their bond, which was more difficult than it sounded.
He’s just saying hello.
A sharp nip on his hip bone had Ant chuckling. But then Viktor’s tongue ran up the length of his cock, and Ant wanted to thrust, seeking pressure on the tip – his favorite hot spot. Gripping the covers, Ant’s legs moved side to side, trying to resist the urge, but he was fighting a losing battle.
Do it. The words cut through the colors in Ant’s mind as Viktor’s lips closed around the head of his cock. Let yourself go.
Ant let go. His whole life had been about controls on his magic and who could touch him. Viktor was the one man who focused on him entirely every time they were naked together, giving Ant the freedom to enjoy touch for pleasure’s sake and explore his feelings instead of someone else’s.
He could feel the hint of Viktor’s fangs scraping on each side of his cock as he thrust into Viktor’s throat.
Viktor’s hand was busy, under his balls, his fingers massaging around his hole.
It took a thought, and Viktor’s finger slipped inside, finding that spot that always made Ant’s body hum instantly.
Oh, gods, yes. Ant rocked between the dual sensations. His ass needed more, and Ant knew Viktor would give it to him.
Soon. Ant barely heard Viktor’s mental growl.
His body was running on instinct. His balls were tight.
The end of his cock felt as though it was ready to explode, but his orgasm was just out of reach.
Moaning his frustrations, Ant thrust up as Viktor bit down, sinking his fangs into the base of Ant’s cock.
Yes. That’s what Ant had been looking for.
His body slumped back on the mattress, his fingers releasing their stranglehold on the covers as Viktor fed.
His mate never took much, no matter where he bit, but there was something about the act of feeding his vampire that was so incredibly intimate, and Ant could feel the pleasure it gave Viktor as well.
“Need you.” Viktor could barely talk, he was panting so hard, his fangs still extended as he pulled off Ant’s body. As Ant rolled to one side, Viktor was helping him, rolling him onto his front, and lifting Ant’s butt into the air.
It was as if the air was pushed out of his body, as Viktor pushed in, his ass already lubed thanks to magic, the usually tight muscles loosened by Viktor’s fingers.
Viktor’s hands held Ant’s hips in a firm grip as the vampire eased in and then slammed home.
The thrusts were hard and fast, Viktor’s grunts matching the slap of skin on skin.
It wasn’t long, barely a minute or two, and Viktor yelled as he thrust hard one last time and froze.
His eyes closed, Ant smiled as he saw the swirl of colors in his mind – his energies and Viktor’s swirling, merging, and becoming one. Anything else Ant needed to think about could wait.