True Knight - Patricia Logan Page 0,45

down slowly, letting the head of his dick open me up with no other preparation. He slid into me, bottoming out before pulling back and repeating the whole thing over and then again before I could catch my breath. Oddly enough, I felt no pain and instead only the deep pressure of his long thrusts, seeming to need our coupling as much as he did. I gasped each time he filled me, riding him like I’d never done with another lover.

I almost never bottomed with lovers. When I was younger, I was very versatile but that had changed over the years. Until meeting Vincent, I’d considered myself a true top but I was willing to see if I’d enjoy bottoming with him. Anything was possible. I did know this, if he was as skilled as I hoped, I’d enjoy it immensely. After all, the man had seven hundred years of practice to get it right. I watched Vincent grit his teeth, razor-sharp fangs on full display, and I understood how hard it was for him to hold back. He began to tremble under me and I leaned down, baring my neck to him.

“Bite me.” I barely got the words out before he attacked me, sinking his long fangs into my neck and startling a gasp out of me. As it had felt before, the initial bite was sheer agony and I tried to yank my head back, instantly succumbing to my fight or flight instinct. He held me tightly and almost before I realized I was his captive, the pain was followed by an immediate and incomprehensible ecstasy. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt as he retracted his fangs and began to suck. As before, I felt blood trickle down my neck. He drank my life’s blood in long pulls as he fucked me hard, using my body in the most primitive and animal way possible. All I could do was hang on for dear life. My cock was rock-hard and leaked onto his belly but when he reached between us and began stroking me, I had no control.

I came in an intense, blinding rush, seeing stars bursting inside my head as he continued jacking me through my orgasm. I’d never known pleasure like this before. With other lovers, I’d connected on a physical level but what I felt with Vincent was way beyond that. It transcended what I’d once thought to be happiness, taking me to the heights of joy, indescribable bliss that I’d never known existed.

As I climaxed, I felt my joy rush through me and into Vincent. He exploded inside me, filling my body with hot jets of semen, shooting over and over into me until he finally let go of my neck, licked over the holes there, and returned his lips to my mouth. I dropped down over him and searched for his tongue with mine, kissing him thoroughly as I came down from the most earth-shattering experience of my life.

Vincent

Hours after Romeo fell asleep in my arms, I woke up hearing the howls of wolves in the woods. Even from my basement room thirty feet below ground, I knew something was wrong. I kissed the top of his head and eased away from his sleeping form, dressing in a flash, and taking the elevator upstairs. As I stepped into the bedroom, I was hit with a wave of magic and I knew I was in trouble. Something had surrounded my cabin and I could feel its magic pulsing through the walls. I glanced back at the elevator doors and then rushed to close up the room, pushing the bookcase back in front of the room to keep Romeo from harm.

Even though I knew the werewolves outside my house couldn’t penetrate my home, I was in danger. If they decided to set the place on fire, it would force me back underground to be trapped with my lover. Somehow, I knew that I’d miscalculated. I’d tried to stay off the grid and out of their space, preferring to keep to myself but somehow, I’d done exactly the opposite. They might have eventually sensed me but letting Romeo venture from my house with my scent all over him had to be the biggest mistake I’d ever made. I never should have brought him here and now it seemed that instead, I’d endangered his life.

“Let me in,” a voice said from outside my front door. “I know what you are, vampire, and I know who you have