by Dakota Dawn
“Your need to mate is pulsing wildly through your veins. I’ll give you what you need, but first you have to answer my question.” Tristan’s hand journeyed from his hip to his aching shaft and started rubbing small circles across the tip.
He felt like he was going to combust if the man didn’t take him soon. The feeling was frightening as well as exciting.
“What do you want to know?” With his blood charging through his veins and his cock swollen and aching, he couldn’t remember his name at the moment. All he could focus on was Tristan’s hot body.
Tristan whispered into his ear, “Why did you take the blood?”
His body stiffened as his fear for Darrin resurfaced. “I…I told you. I lost a bet.”
A hiss sounded in his ear. “Don’t lie to me ever again.”
In a blurred motion Tristan sped from behind him to directly in front of him. An unmanly squeak burst from Conlin’s lips as Tristan ripped his shirt from his bound body. The seams easily came apart under the vamp’s preternatural strength. Tristan’s show of destructive strength should have scared the mess out of him, but it didn’t. It turned him on even more. In another blur of speed, Tristan removed his jeans without tearing them even though he was sure the vamp could have. In his current position it should have been difficult to remove his jeans, but the man did it with ease. Could Tristan bring on orgasms with ease as well? The tingling in his nuts intensified and his erection stood up straight and tall. It urgently wanted Tristan’s attention.
“Tell me what I want to know and in return I’ll give you what you need.” Tristan spoke the words softly but firmly into Conlin’s neck.
He was hurting, but he had to find out what Tristan would do to a new vampire in his territory. He’d rather die from blue balls than be the reason for Darrin’s death.
Conlin looked directly into Tristan’s golden eyes. “Would you kill a young vampire for living in your territory?” God I hope not.
The look of disgust that crossed Tristan’s handsome features caused joy to spin around in Conlin’s chest.
“I never kill without having a damn good reason.” Tristan cocked his head to the side and stared down at Conlin. “Were you getting the blood for a vampire?”
Now that he no longer feared for Darrin’s life, he answered honestly, “Yes.”
Tristan ran his hand across his captive’s bound wrists. “Do you love this vampire you were stealing for?”
Trepidation ghosted over his nerves. Something in Tristan’s fierce expression told him he’d pay dearly if he lied. “Yes.” The hands on his wrists tightened, causing him to flinch.
Chapter Two
A red haze colored Tristan’s vision. He impulsively flexed his hands. When he saw the look of pain on his mate’s face, he quickly loosened his grip, but kept his fingers on Conlin’s wrists. The man’s racing pulse reminded him to stay as calm as possible.
The beast in him wanted to claim his mate this second. His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. It longed to tunnel inside his mate’s small body as he drank from the vessel that beat wildly in Conlin’s neck.
Catching a whiff of his mate’s fear instantly made the red haze evaporate. His protective side rushed forward. The last thing he wanted was a fearful mate. As he calmed down he remembered that love had many forms.
“Who is the vampire that you love and why didn’t he or she get their own blood?” Tristan looked deeply into his mate’s brown eyes.
A pained look crossed Conlin’s face. “He’s my little brother. Darrin’s not strong like me. He’s not doing well as a vampire. I can’t let him die. I’ll do whatever you ask, just don’t hurt him. He’s all the family I have left.”
The sorrow and pain Tristan felt coming off his mate tore his heart to shreds. He needed to comfort his beautiful-souled mate. That Conlin would do anything for his brother made Tristan’s chest swell with pride. Respect for his mate heated his soul. As he stared into Conlin’s eyes, he knew the long wait for his mate had been well worth it.
Running his hands along Conlin’s corded arms, Tristan relished the feel of his man’s skin. The man’s handsome cock jutted out toward him as he slid his hands over Conlin’s shoulders and down to his nipples. The small, dark disks pebbled beneath Tristan’s touch.
The mating heat was starting to consume them. Fire singed every inch of Tristan’s body. Conlin’s pulse was racing and desire was glowing in his eyes, making them darker than they’d been just a moment ago.
“We’ll talk more about your brother in a while.” Tristan cradled Conlin’s head in his large hands. Conlin’s dark-auburn hair was soft as a feather. Passion spiraled through his body and settled almost painfully in his groin. His fangs itched and threatened to spring from his gums. Tristan gazed at the throbbing vessel in Conlin’s throat.
Tristan licked his lips as the sound of his mate’s blood pounded in his ears. The rhythmic beat sang a siren’s song. It called to him like no others ever had. Needing to touch the man’s body, Tristan let his hands journey down Conlin’s firm form. At his lover’s nipples, he stopped to lightly pinch the small, dark points. Conlin jerked and moaned.
Leaning forward, he took one of the sensitive buttons into his mouth and sucked. His mate cried out and his hips thrust toward Tristan. Not missing the invitation, he closed his hand around Conlin’s thick length and groaned when his own cock bobbed in eager anticipation. Soon he’d take his little mate. Needing to let Conlin know what was happening, Tristan released the man’s nipple with a pop. He grinned when Conlin groaned. His need to talk was overshadowed by his desire to explore his mate.
Keeping Conlin’s dick firmly in his hand, Tristan kissed his way up the man’s chest. He licked the pulse point on Conlin’s neck and sucked lightly. Conlin whimpered and tilted his head to the side, offering himself to Tristan. The submissive move inflamed his desire and made his fangs shoot through his gums. He took a breath and lovingly stroked Conlin’s erection.
Rising up, Tristan looked down into Conlin’s eyes. “Do you feel the out-of-control heat and desire burning through your body?”
Conlin stared at Tristan through dazed brown eyes. “Yes. I’ve never been so hot and needy for anyone before I met you.”
“Don’t be afraid of the feeling pulsing through you. I feel the same way. You’re my mate. I promise to cherish you forever. I have to claim you now. The bonding can’t be put off.” Tristan brushed his lips across Conlin’s and moaned when Conlin opened to him. He slid his tongue into Conlin’s mouth and slowly explored every inch of the delicious man’s mouth. Their tongues tangled in an ancient dance.
The flexing of his mate’s fingers caught his attention. “Are your bonds too tight?”
“No. I’m just not used to being tied up. I’ve also never been so horny before,” Conlin answered as he looked down at his swollen erection.
Tristan stroked his mate’s balls and concentrated on the feelings the man was projecting. “Do you mind being bound? I love you this way.” All he could detect was mating lust.
“I don’t know.” Conlin shuddered when he stroked a finger over the man’s rear entrance. As Tristan continued the caress, his mate panted, “It’s okay.”
“Just okay? I’ll see what I can do to make you love being bound to me and my bed.” Tristan knew this was happening fast for Conlin, but for him their mating was a long-awaited celebration. He’d been searching for this man for almost two hundred years. Now it was time to start showing his mate how happy he was to finally meet him.
In a flash, he removed his own clothes, grabbed a bottle of lube, and returned to his place in front of his bound, kneeling mate. God, my mate is hot. His cock longed to plunge into Conlin’s hot entrance. He pushed the urge aside with great effort. Dropping the lube to the bed, he took Conlin’s head in his hands and angled his head back so he could deeply kiss the sexy man.
They both groaned the second their lips met. As he devoured his mate, he pressed his naked body to Conlin’
s. The handsome man whimpered and rubbed his torso against Tristan’s. Hard muscles meshed. His throbbing erection rubbed against Conlin’s stomach. His mate’s almost-foot-shorter frame only allowed Conlin’s hard member to reach Tristan’s balls and lower part of his cock. God, he loved the feel of the man’s cock nudging his balls as they thrust their hips.
Wanting Conlin to understand how pleasurable bondage could be, he licked at his mate’s mouth once more and then kissed a trail to Conlin’s ear. He licked the shell then nibbled on the lobe. His lover groaned and thrust his hips harder. The firm caress to his sac almost made him come. He placed his hands on his mate’s hips to keep them from moving. The man moaned and tried to thrust forward again.
After nipping Conlin’s ear, Tristan whispered, “I’m in control. Your only job is to relax and enjoy it.” The fresh scent of his mate’s arousal pleased him. He looked down in time to see a pearl of pre-cum leak from the slit of his mate’s cockhead. Oh yeah, the man was currently enjoying their lovemaking. He’d make sure Conlin always did. A happy mate equaled a happy life.
Ready to up the intensity, he kissed a path to Conlin’s nipples. With a flick of his tongue across the right bud he made Conlin moan breathily. When he sucked the sensitive tip, the man tried to press his hips forward. He tightened his grip and raked his teeth over the pebbled flesh. This time his mate started panting.
His own need forced him to lick his way down to Conlin’s eager erection. Holding the man in place, Tristan looked up as he swallowed the plum-shaped head. Conlin tugged at the ropes that secured him and cried out. Damn, that’s hot.
Tristan took the veined shaft in his hand and angled it out as he lapped the silky flesh. With his free hand, he squeezed Conlin’s smooth balls gently. He worked the tip with his tongue, expertly sucking the light-purple head while he jabbed at the small slit that was now steadily producing drop after drop of his mate’s sweet essence.
“I…I don’t know how much more I can handle.” Conlin’s passion-dazed voice was no more than a whisper.
Keeping his mouth on his mate’s tasty crown, he released the man’s sac and shaft then reached for the lube. He squirted a healthy dose into his hand and quickly snapped the lube shut then dropped the bottle onto the bed.
Dabbing his finger in the lube, he coated it and then circled Conlin’s small hole. His mate groaned and pushed back into Tristan’s caressing finger. He added more lube to his finger and pushed it against his mate’s entrance. The bound man arched his back and cried out as Tristan’s thick digit slid past the tight ring of muscle.
“More,” Conlin begged.
“You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you. I control your pleasure. Look around. You’re the one that’s tied up.” Tristan felt the vein in his forehead swell when Conlin glanced at his secured wrists and gave them a small tug. The predator in him loved to play with its prey. He wiggled the finger he had buried in his mate’s hot body. A grin curled his lips when Conlin shuddered and his cock grew larger. Tristan wanted to make this a mating neither one of them would ever forget.
He slowly slid his finger in and out of Conlin’s snug entrance as he ran his tongue down the length of his lover’s shaft. The thick, pounding vessel on the underside of Conlin’s hard member called to him, but all he did was run his fangs over it lightly. The man shuddered and pressed his hips forward. The beast in him desperately wanted to strike. He closed his eyes and focused on the unique taste of his mate instead. The man’s flavor was pure ambrosia. He could eat Conlin all day.
Continuing on, Tristan eased down until his tongue reached Conlin’s balls. He smiled inwardly as he sucked a hairless globe into his hot, wet mouth.
Conlin cried out and struggled against his bonds. Sweat broke out on his whole body as he was forced to take Tristan’s torturous loving. Rolling the flavorful flesh in his mouth, Tristan groaned loudly. Using the rest of the lube, he slicked another finger and eased it into Conlin’s yielding body. The handsome man’s body jerked at the new sensation.
Tristan released the man’s ball and rooted his nose between both silky orbs. Conlin cried out and tightened his muscles. God, he loved the way his mate responded to his touch.
Curling his fingers, he started stroking a hot spot in Conlin’s sweet little canal.
“I n…need you to finish it. Please let me come,” his mate begged.
Rooting deeper into Conlin’s sac, Tristan shook his face. The delicate globes jiggled and Conlin started breathing harshly. His own erection lengthened a little more, silently begging to get into Conlin’s tight ass. He suppressed his own desire, but acknowledged that when he came his seed was going to gush from his aching flesh. First he had to see to his mate’s needs.
Nipping at Conlin’s soft sac, Tristan gently pierced the flesh with his fangs. He instinctively released the pleasure-inducing serum that would rock Conlin’s world. Within a second his mate’s body jerked hard and he threw his head back and yelled.
In a flash of movement, Tristan rammed his fingers deep into Conlin’s quivering body and moved his mouth from his lover’s sac up to the dripping crown. He swallowed the hard flesh just as the man’s semen shot up his shaft and erupted from the tip. Tristan almost came when the full flavor of this lover’s seed filled his mouth. His own cock started leaking as he watched the look of ecstasy wash over Conlin’s face.
He drank all his mate offered. The smell of sex hung in the air. Tristan wished he could plunge into his man’s ass right now, but a mating was special. Leaving his fingers in Conlin’s hot channel, he licked and kissed his mate’s soft dick until it started coming back to life.
Leaving his lover’s semi-erect flesh, he kissed his way up his mate’s torso. He dipped his tongue into Conlin’s belly button and grinned when the man hung his head and groaned. Twisting his fingers, Tristan drew a guttural moan from Conlin.
After exploring the cute indent, he trekked up to the man’s ribs and licked the length of each one. With each slow drag of his tongue his lover squirmed. When he encountered a nipple, Tristan thoroughly enjoyed nibbling at the sensitive nub until Conlin was panting and straining against the ropes.
His own need was raging and soon would be out of control. The tingling in his nuts was getting sharper. Running his tongue over the man’s collarbone made his lover shiver and groan a little louder. Each little sound Conlin made brought joy to his heart and a stab of desire to his groin.
Curling his fingers that were still lodged in his mate, Tristan moaned when Conlin begged, “Please.”
The pulse in his lover’s throat was still sending out the siren’s song. He stared at it, mesmerized by the rhythmic beat. Slowly dragging his gaze upward, he looked into Conlin’s beautiful eyes.
Leaning closer, he whispered, “You are mine and I am yours.” He removed his fingers and fit his throbbing erection to Conlin’s sweet hole and pushed the crown of his cock in. Needing more room, he nudged the man’s thighs wider and then eased another inch into Conlin’s hot body. The sweet song that his lover’s blood was pounding out drew Tristan’s beast forward. He glanced at the pulse point and then back into Conlin’s passion-filled eyes.
“Take me,” Conlin panted as his cock released a pearl of pre-cum.
“Gladly,” Tristan replied right before he sank his fangs in the beckoning vessel and rammed his cock deep into his mate’s tight ass.
Conlin’s scream echoed off the walls. His small frame convulsed as his release burst from his cock and splashed both of their chests.
Tristan shuddered as lights danced before his eyes. The taste of his mate’s blood was indescribable. It was pure ecstasy. With each draw he made on Conlin’s plump vessel, the man mumbled incoherently and tightened his butt muscles.
Fighting the need to come, Tristan took one last taste of his mate’s delicious life source and then sealed the small fang pricks with a swipe of his tongue. He leaned back and looked at his mate. As his cock slowly entered and retreated in and out of Conlin’s succulent en
trance, the wonderful heat of his mate’s body wrapped itself around Tristan’s penis and spread outward until it covered his whole body. He’d never felt anything like it.
Gripping Conlin’s hips, Tristan held the man in place as he continued to thrust into his mate’s small yet tensile ass. God, he’s perfect.
His gaze journeyed over Conlin’s seed-coated chest. The proof of his second release brought pride to the beast in Tristan. His mate was very responsive to his touch. Tristan’s wild side roared and his hips thrust harder and faster.
Breathy moans were coming from Conlin. He drank in the sound. His gaze roved over his mate’s bound wrists and slowly lowered to his widespread thighs. Tension coiled in his testicles. To him nothing was hotter than a trusting, bound lover. Conlin’s muscles were taut and a fine sheen of sweat made his body glow. His mate’s cock was getting harder with every thrust of Tristan’s hard erection into the man’s eager ass.
The need to come sharpened. He tunneled deeper into Conlin’s velvety-soft body. Conlin writhed beautifully. Wanting his mate to come again, he mashed their chests together and slid his hands over his lover’s rounded buttocks. Tristan spread the firm orbs and rammed deeply into Conlin’s tight hole over and over. With each stab of his cock, Tristan’s rock-hard abs slammed into his mate’s weeping erection.
“Fuck!” Tristan’s semen swirled in his balls and then shot up his shaft. He buried his cock as deep into Conlin’s sweet hole as he could and cried out as he released wave after wave of semen. Fuck, it feels so good. He squeezed his mate’s ass tighter and rocked his hips. Reaching down he grabbed Conlin’s balls and rolled them. His mate screamed and his ass fluttered as he came. The sounds coming from Conlin and the climax still ripping through him shook every inch of his mate’s body. All the sensations made Tristan erupt again. This time he roared loud enough to rattle the windows. A brutal shudder tore through both of them. All he could do was hold strongly to his mate as their essences combined and their bond strengthened.