Page 97 of Worse Fates

“Smaller men have fucked me.” Lucero smirks, his sure hand massaging my ass as if it belongs to him.

Not sure what to say, I glance down at Kai’s list—only to find it ruined. “M-my list.”

Lucero takes it and tosses it onto the floor with asplat, his other hand grabbing my asscheek, so both are played with to drive me slowly insane.

“Come now, tell me what you want.”

Needy little whimpers escape me as I grind into Lucero, desperate to hold onto the building pleasure. But Lucero keeps me still—no force, just effortless control. The reminder that his strength isn’t just for show, that he could rip open a car door like it’s nothing sends heat straight to my dick.

“I want you inside me,” I pant.

One of Lucero’s clever fingers slides between my cheeks, teasing its way down until it finds my needy hole. I cry out, pushing back into him, but my vampire keeps me trapped.

“You want my cock in here?” Lucero’s dark sensual whisper sets my nerves ablaze as it travels from my ear, drawing my balls tight and burning down to my leaking length.

“Yes please, Lucero,” I say, because it makes his eyes darken and his hips buck up, and because I love knowing, even in small ways, I can affect him too.

“Fucking perfect,” he groans, voice rough as gravel.

The pads of his finger run around my rim, pulling a pleading sound from my heaving chest. I never thought I’d want to be a broken thing, quivering and begging for every inch of skin to be stroked and pleased, but Lucero lures this side out of me, like he’s beckoning me with a finger and I crawl to him on hands and knees.

His finger taps my aching hole. “Open for me, beautiful.”

Head against his shoulder, my hands grope his chest, his hard nipples and powerful shoulders, the column of his thick neck, the hard stubbled curve of his jaw, my mouth sucking love bites into his collar bone. And I do as he says, pushing out so the tip of his finger can sink inside me.

Crying out, I jerk up. Pushing his finger deeper. Moaning, loud and long, I arch into that fullness, panting.

“Feels so good…Lucero, so good.” I rock up and down. Up and down. My full and aching dick bobbing out the water.

My vampire growls. Sitting up, he runs the flat of his tongue up my chest, licking up the beads of water until he gets to my nipple, and bites with blunt teeth.

“You’re so tight, Golden. So perfect. Do you want me to make you feel even better?” His voice raw, each breath a hot gasp against my taut nipple.

“Yes,” I plead.

Then his finger grazes over something sensitive and my body reacts before my brain can. Intense, white hot pleasure blinds me and I nearly choke on the scream ripped from my strained throat. My nails rake his chest as I thrust into that perfect friction he gives so readily.

“Lucero,” I moan, breathless. “So good, don’t stop. Please, Lucero.”

Lucero sucks and bites and licks my chest, going up until he’s at my neck. “So sweet.”

There is some pain when Lucero adds a second finger, making me full in a way I’ve never thought about. But that pain is soon washed away and replaced with back arching pleasure.

“Need more.” I sound drunk. My hands slide up his chest and circle his neck to hold on, making it easier to bounce slowly up and down. “I want more.”

His fingers spread, stretching me, the pad of his finger rubbing into my prostate. His other hands stroking down to grab hold of my dick. Has anything—ever—felt so good?

Probably fucking not.

“Beg for more,” Lucero’s voice is ragged, his teeth sucking my neck. “Fucking beg, Golden.”

I find his mouth and take it, our lips clashing. His tongue slipping in and I suck on it like I would his dick, wanting it as deep as possible.

“Please, Lucero,” I say when I pull myself barely a hair's breadth from his firm mouth, our shared breath hot on myswollen lips. Midnight blue eyes, a storm of intense hunger, tracing across my skin, leaving sparks in their wake. “Please give everything to me. You’re the only one who can make me feel good.”

Suddenly, I’m wrapped in Lucero’s arms and in the air. Trusting him, I don’t resist as he sits me on the lip of the tub, my back shocked by the sudden cold wall it’s pressed against. My dick rests against my stomach, so full of blood it’s a deep reddish purple.

“Lucero?” I ask, out of breath, feeling exposed as he opens my legs wide and kneels between them, causing the steaming water swaying and spilling over the floor.