Page 72 of Visions of You

Quickly, he got rid of his pants and positioned himself at Keegan's entrance, and then, with a deep, steadying breath, he pushed forward, feeling the ring of muscle yield to him, inch by slow inch.

Keegan was tight around him, a snug embrace that seemed to hold the promise of a connection deeper than anything he had ever known.

He'd never thought that he'd find his mate, that he'd get to have this. Now that he did, he was overwhelmed.

Keegan seemed to struggle with a different problem. One of impatience. "Move, Jar." His hands grabbed Jaron's buttocks, urging Jaron deeper. "Don't stop."

Jaron complied. How could he not, with his mate looking at him like that, all desire and lust and need?

Keegan's hips rose to meet each thrust with a breathless moan, his fingers digging into Jaron's back as he pulled Jaron in deeper and held him close.

This was a different experience from the sex Jaron had had so far, and not only because he was with his mate. Quite simply, he'd never fucked a vampire before, and vampire bodies werecold.Not icy, but not hot and sweaty like some other races tended to get.

Honestly it made his cock inside of Keegan feel hotter by contrast and Jaron couldn't decide if that was weird or wonderful, didn't have room to think about it with Keegan clamping down around him with every push and pull. The dragon inside Jaron growled, chasing that deeper connection that he longed for.

Possessive urgency drove Jaron on, and he quickened his pace, his hips driving in harder and faster with every thrust, seeking to bury himself as deep inside Keegan as he could go, as if that could seal their bond.

Something was off, though. Something was missing.

Something kept their souls from merging as they should.

Keegan's eyes sought his, wild and unfocused; his chest heaved as he panted as if he was desperate for their bond to be completed too.

All his reasons to refuse Jaron had been rational, but emotionally, primally, he wanted Jaron too.

"Jar," he said, and Jaron could hear the strain in his voice. The dragon within Jaron roared in response, eager to take possession of Keegan, to give them both that satisfaction.

But how?

Then it clicked into place.

Blood.

They needed to exchange blood to truly bond.

The thought made his heart race, not with fear but with urgency.

"Bite me," he growled, leaning down to whisper in Keegan's ear.

There was a sharp intake of breath, and for a moment, he thought his mate would refuse. But then Keegan's blue eyes darkened, an unmistakable hunger sparking within them. His fangs had already elongated, vampire instincts kicking in.

Jaron shuddered. He'd never wanted to be a vampire's prey so much.

Keegan didn't bite him immediately, though. Instead, the vampire brought his own wrist to his mouth and pierced the skin, causing drops of blood to well up. Then, he offered his wrist to Jaron.

Jaron hesitated. He'd never drunk blood before, and the idea made his stomach turn. But for his mate, he'd do it. For the chance to fully claim Keegan as his, to complete the soul bond that felt so tantalizingly close, he'd do anything.

With a growl, he leaned forward and lapped at the wound, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. It wasn't something he'd ever craved, but mixed with the scent and taste of Keegan's skin, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared.

The next moment, all his thoughts fled his mind as Keegan's fangs sank into his neck.

The sting of it sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he moaned, burying himself deeper inside Keegan as his cock twitched. All this time he'd thought about how much he wanted to possess Keegan. He'd been so obsessed with the idea he'd failed to realize how much he wanted Keegan to own him in return.

Until now.

It was a thing of instinct, a primal need to be possessed, to be marked, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Keegan suckled at his neck, pulling his blood into his mouth, and Jaron felt his vision swim as the pleasure of it shot straight to his groin.