All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,133

when it’s been asked of him. Meaning Lucius will allow him to remain here.

But Taylor is not and never will be part of our trusted inner sanctum. He doesn’t work for our king, and he isn’t included on the guest list for more intimate events. He’s hinted a few times that he’d like to work his way into our group, but that won’t happen.

Our bond is our loyalty to our king, our sire. We’ve fought together for centuries, tested and tried and overcoming every obstacle. We’ve lost some of our brothers to enemies and to enmity, to greed and misguided ambition. It’s the reason our king has forbidden any of us from siring vampires without his permission. The last insurrection a couple of years ago winnowed our ranks even thinner.

Personally, I believe that’s another reason Lucius was willing to forge an alliance with the shifters, to strengthen us without resorting to turning more vampires.

Taylor slips from my mind as I turn my full focus to my boy. I start with my bare hands, his flesh sweet fire under my cooler palms, and I stroke my hands down his back. He shivers while I trace the lines of his spine with my thumbs, relaxing him and massaging him as I map his body. Using my hands on him is both practical and selfish. It’s a good way to introduce him to play, and I want to touch him.

Can’t get enough of it.

I lean in and let my hands roam farther, down over his hips and the taut globes of his ass, along his thighs, back up and around and under him, finding his nipples. His adorable moan as I lightly tweak them between my fingers makes my cock throb again.

To the point that I straddle the bench myself, pressing my cock against his lower back.

“That’s what you do to me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

He tips his head back and we kiss again. Hell, I could spend all night kissing this man. I already feel drunk from him.

I’ve desired humans before, but none have ever made me feel like this.

That thought reminds me why I need to take my time with him. Because he is so special.

I stand and resume my exploration of his body, mixing in light slaps with massaging him, making sure he’s well settled before stepping up my play. I progress to more and heavier impacts with my hands along his ass and thighs, noting every sound he makes, and how he shifts position in response.

After ten minutes of this, I lean in again. “Ready for more, baby?”

“Yes, Sir!”

As I use the flogger on him, I sense he’s already sinking deep into subspace. Thus, I take my time with him, in no rush. I’m already plotting how to coax him home with me tonight.

If I can take him home with me tonight, I know I can easily convince him he belongs with me.

Without using my thrall, thank you very much.

After several more minutes of flogging him, I set that aside and lean in, my arms around him. “Give me a color, boy.”

“Green, Sir!”

Yep. He’s in subspace. His voice has taken on a low, breathy quality I know all too well.

“Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please!”

“My pleasure.”

It truly is, in more ways than one. I can’t wait to taste him. You can never recapture the first and usually deepest descent into subspace. I’ve seen countless subbies try to do just that. On the other end of things, while sweetbloods always possess a special quality regular blood doesn’t, there’s nothing that can match the complex mix of dopamine and endorphins and all those other lovely brain chemicals which give blood from immediately after that kind of play its delectable and unmistakable bouquet.

I resume our scene and introduce him to a variety of crops, canes, paddles, and other implements, taking care to use them lightly—this time. There will be plenty of opportunities to step up the level of our play.

For tonight, I want him loving every second, and begging for more on the other end.

After nearly an hour, my hunger can no longer be denied. He’s been leaking pre-cum the entire time, to the point where I slipped a towel under him and don’t even think he noticed when I did.

Once again straddling the bench behind him, I pull his back against my chest, his head lolling on my shoulder. I cup the front of his throat with my left hand while, with my right, I reach down, between