“Oh no,” Aiden said, scrambling off the bed. “I know where you’re going with this, and I’m not going to feed from you. I could kill you.”
“You can feed from me without doing that,” I said. “I’ve been reading the book the Conclave kept, remember? A vampyre doesn’t kill his victims because he has to. He has to want to. Ben wanted to kill all the people he did. He was so angry at the Conclave and his father that he went on a murderous rampage, killing innocent people and turning them into monsters like him. He then commanded them to do the same. That suggests unless they are being controlled by a stronger vampyre, not all vampyren want to kill.”
“But I do.” His muscular shoulders slumped in reply. “The impulse is so strong.”
“Because it’s new to you,” I said. I got off the bed and decreased the distance between us. “But you and I can fight anything. That’s why I think you need to drink my blood. It will show you that not only can you control yourself, but you can feed without killing. Then you won’t be so terrified of yourself anymore.”
He turned and faced the wall. The sight of my naked body once again threatened his restraint. “And if your theory is wrong?” he asked. “Have you thought about that?”
“I have,” I said. I wrapped my arms around him, molding my front to his back. Aiden relaxed against me, and I skimmed my hands across his chest, down his stomach, to his throbbing hardness. “And if you lose control, which I know you won’t, then you’ll just have to turn me into a vampyre too.”
Aiden spun around in my arms, his mouth a giant
O
. “Are you kidding me?”
I laughed it off. “I’ll already be dead, so you might as well bring me back to life.”
“I would never do that to you,” he said, pressing me into his arms. The thought terrified him.
I kissed his lips. “Then you’ll just have to control yourself as you’ve been doing. Take only what you need.”
He rested his hands on my ass, pulling me close. “It’s too dangerous.”
“But it’s nothing I wouldn’t chance to be with you,” I said. “If my blood can give you peace, then we have to at least try. I really think it will bring us even closer. You’ve got to trust in what you feel for me as much as I trust in you.”
“I do,” he said. He scratched his fingers up my back and pressed his erection against mine. “I want you, Thad. So bad.”
“Then take me.”
Aiden’s lips found mine. I moaned into the kiss as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist; his cock throbbed against my crack as he walked us over to the bed.
He lowered me to the mattress. He slid his hands across my skin, clutching my shoulders, my side, my legs, as he rested on top of me.
The full weight of his warm skin on mine doubled my desire. It had been too long since our naked flesh pressed together. “Yes,” I whispered. I bucked my hips against his, grinding our cocks together.
“I’ve missed this,” Aiden said as he nibbled a trail from my lips to my chest. He drew moist circles around my nipples with his tongue, and I shivered from the pleasure.
“Me too,” I panted. I stroked his shoulders, following the dip and curve of muscle. When he gently nibbled on my right nipple, I inhaled sharply. The pain was delicious. It brought my passion to a boil. What ecstasy would Aiden drinking my blood bring the both of us?
Aiden stopped torturing the pebbled flesh and licked a trail downward. When he reached my crotch, he inhaled my musky scent while he palmed my erection. He lapped up and down the shaft, teasing precum from the slit. He darted his tongue across the opening, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Damn, you taste good.”
“I’m sure you’ll say the same about my blood,” I replied.
He took the head of my cock in his mouth. The sudden warm moisture around my dick stole all breath from my lungs. I couldn’t speak or even think. My entire world had been reduced to my hardness lodged inside Aiden’s throat, and what a wonderful world it was.
He bobbed up and down on my prick, his saliva coating my shaft. It gave Aiden the lubrication he needed to suck and jack me at the same time. The pressure in my balls grew more intense, and he obviously sensed it. He grinned up at me as he increased both the strength of his suction and the grip on my cock.
I was getting dangerously close.
Just as I was about to come, Aiden released me, a satisfied smirk cutting diagonally across his lips.
“Shit!” I panted. “I was almost there.”
“I know,” he said. He blew warm air across my pulsing cock. “That’s why I stopped.”
I wound my fingers through his thick locks and gave them a small tug. “Tease.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“What do you—?”
Aiden lifted my legs and dove face-first into my ass. I whimpered as his tongue fluttered across my opening before running around the outer rim.
“Fuuuuuck!” I gasped, thrusting against his tongue. When it slipped inside me, I threw my head back. When it began to worm and wiggle its way farther into me, I almost slipped into unconsciousness. “Please, Aiden,” I begged. “Fuck me.”
“I will,” he said before inserting one finger inside me.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion. I tensed and my ass clenched the invading digit.
“Relax,” he said, delivering feathery kisses across my thigh and up the length of my shaft.
After a few moments, my muscles loosened enough for Aiden to slip a second finger inside. He swirled them in circles, forcing them all the way in. He found my prostate and rubbed it. My hips thrust automatically to the rhythm his fingers played inside me, until a thread of precum dangled from my cock. Aiden slurped his prize from the tip as he continued the massage, coaxing more and more of the silky strings from my body.
The sensation grew even more intense. My entire body spasmed as waves of pleasure rippled within me in never-ending waves. It was as if I was having an internal orgasm, the way I tensed and relaxed at the same time.
When Aiden withdrew his fingers from my butt, I gazed down at where he kneeled between my legs. “Now?” The hope in my question couldn’t have been any more apparent.
He grinned in reply and stood up. “Now.”
I scooted farther up on the bed while Aiden crawled between my legs. He spat into his palm and coated my twitching hole. “Are you ready?” he asked.
I was ready for him to take my body and my blood. “Yes.”
I could tell he wanted to say more, to offer one more warning, but I’d heard all the arguments and so had he. We had to trust in each other and the love that bound us together.
Aiden leaned forward, positioning his cock at my entrance with one hand while he slid the other to my shoulder. With one push, Aiden slipped inside me.
When my ass rested against his crotch, I let out a rush of air. Aiden’s hardness filled up every available space in my body, but I wanted more. I gripped his back, using the leverage to grind my ass in circles on his dick. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had every inch of him inside me.
Aiden placed a hand on my hips to slow my pace and guide me to the steady rhythm with which he worked his prick in and out of me. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before slowly sliding it all the way back in until his dick slipped past my second ring of muscle.
I moaned and thrashed underneath his long, measured strokes. His eyes locked onto mine, and he gingerly kissed my lips as he picked up speed and force. His pace quickened a few beats, and then a few more, until he slammed into me faster and harder. With each moist collision of our bodies, his pupils grew wider.
He was getting close. He was losing himself to the pleasure that would not only end in release but in Aiden biting into my skin and drinking my blood.
I forced my hand between our sweat-slick bodies and palmed my cock, jerking myself to Aiden’s frenzied pace. “Do it,” I said. I turned my head to the side, exposing my neck. “Take me.”
A sharp sting quickly followed my words as Aiden bit into my flesh. He let out a grunt as my blood flooded his mouth and his seed filled my ass. It was the most sensual experience of my life to have my body fluids enter the man I loved while his entered me. It sent waves of pleasure crashing into me. When I came, I almost blacked out.
Five volleys of spunk exploded out of my cock. I moaned and thrashed through each spasm, coating our dripping bodies with my cum.
When my orgasm subsided, Aiden pulled off my neck. He rubbed where he had bitten me and then studied me intently. “Are you okay?”
Of course I was, especially since his eyes were no longer mad with hunger. A serene calm now drifted across the field of green. “I’m perfect. How are you?”
“Pretty damn good,” he said in surprise. When his retreating hardness left me, he rolled over and pulled me into his arms.
“I told you you could control yourself.”
“And it was easier than I thought it would be,” he admitted. “For a while there, I wasn’t sure. As I got closer to coming, I felt the vampyre rising up, but all I had to do was look at you, and I was able to force it back down.”
“As I suspected you would.”
He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tight. “Thank you. I can’t believe you were willing to do that for me.”
“I didn’t,” I said, rising on one elbow. “I did it for us,” I added, repeating the same words he had told me after we’d made love in the Arbor. “Now you know what you can do, and the fear you’ve been living under shouldn’t be as strong.”
He smiled, craning his head to give me a kiss. “It isn’t. But I’m not going to let down my guard completely. That would be too dangerous. I still don’t know what I’m capable of.” He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. “There is one thing I do know without a doubt, though.” He pressed his lips against mine and ran his fingers through my hair.
“And what’s that?”
“You are damn tasty,” he said, making an exaggerated show of smacking his lips.
I laughed. “Did you doubt it?”
“Nope.” He nipped playfully at my nose, his cock coming back to life. “But I’m gonna need more of everything. Real soon.”
“And you’ll have it,” I answered. I shoved him on his back and got between his legs. I brushed his sweat-matted dark locks from his forehead and ground my wakening cock against his butt. “But next time, I cum inside you.”
He eagerly nodded his head. “Oh yeah. That’s hot.”
As I stared at Aiden’s beaming smile, it was easy to dismiss all the potential problems we still faced. My conversation with Gerald cast even more shadows onto an already darkened road that stretched before us. Where it ended was anybody’s guess.
As long as we had each other, though, the final destination didn’t matter.
We were now tied by love and by blood, and what could be more powerful than the bond between this warlock and his vampyre fae?
The answer was easy. Absolutely nothing.
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Soul Struck
By Jacob Z. Flores
The Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge: Book Three
Like the electricity he commands, Pierce Blackmoor streaks through life on raw power and pure sexual energy. His conquests on the battlefield and in the bedroom form his foundation, but that bedrock crumbles when his younger brothers’ abilities surpass his own. Pierce finds himself at an all-time low, and clawing his way back to the top becomes his only concern.
Pierce’s plan to reassert his dominance, however, takes a backseat when he wounds Kale Aquilo, an emissary of the Beast King, lord of all shifters.
Kale’s beguiling nature shoots like a lightning bolt straight to Pierce’s soul, and when the soft-spoken Kale relays that a virus is killing his people, Pierce abandons his quest for power to do something he has never done before—protect someone other than himself.
As Kale, Pierce, and his brothers struggle to find the root of the magical virus spreading plague across Aeaea, the shifter island, they face a gauntlet of old and new foes. Soul struck, Pierce and Kale must uncover the truth behind the conspiracy gathering in the shadows.
Chapter 1
“I’M GONNA
fry you like a chicken.”
Blue arcs of electricity leaped from my clenched fists as I studied my opponents. They stood on either side of me, sizing me up. The cold bastard on my right had his hands folded behind his back, while the dipshit to my left stuck his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and sighed.
They no longer saw me as a threat.
A few months ago—hell, even a few of weeks ago—I was the powerhouse. One stray static discharge from my pinky finger snagged their attention. That was when the world was right. I was the oldest, the most powerful.
At least I used to be.
“Come on, Pierce,” my youngest brother, Mason, said. He dug his gloved hands further into his jean pockets to scratch his balls. “Is this necessary?”
“Yes,” I growled.
“He’s got something to prove,” Thad shouted to Mason from where he stood on the rear lawn of Blackmoor Manor. He combed his fingers through his strawberry blond hair before readjusting the green scarf around his neck. “We might as well drop our pants and get out the measuring tape.”
Mason barked in laughter and, after removing his hand from his pocket, slapped it against his thigh. I didn’t find it funny. My brothers needed to be reminded that after Dad, I was the baddest warlock in the family.
“Big talk needs to be backed up,” I said. I funneled more of my magic to my hands, sending snaking lines of blue energy sizzling toward the cold ground.
“This isn’t wise,” Thad said. “Using our powers out in the open like this is a big risk.”
Thad had to be shitting me. Blackmoor Manor was on the biggest, most isolated plot of land in all of Havenbridge. “Stop making excuses and power up.”
“Or what?” Thad asked. His arched eyebrow issued just as much of a challenge as his tone. “You’ll attack us anyway? What the hell will that prove?”