by Dakota Dawn
Tristan’s hands tightened on his shoulders, but he was having such a good time, he kept nuzzling and loving the cock beneath his face.
“Stop torturing me. That’s my job. Make me come, now.” The last word out of the vamp’s mouth was growly and rough.
The sound flicked something inside him. It made him need to please the tough man. In making Tristan happy he’d make himself happy as well. Tilting his head back, Conlin ran his chin up the vamp’s swollen length. At the broad tip, he swiped his rough chin back and forth over the dripping, sensitive crown.
His muscles were screaming, but his lover was so close to detonation that he couldn’t stop. Pressing hard on the purple head, he started raking his chin up and down in short firm strokes. The cock pinned beneath him started throbbing wildly. He pressed unmercifully into the flesh.
Tristan struggled for breath. Conlin loved that he could make the giant vamp respond so wildly to his touch without even using his hands. The vamp growled right before his hips bucked.
Conlin sucked the man’s cock into his mouth and moaned as he sealed his lips tightly around the man’s shaft. He slammed the crown into the palate of his mouth and sucked with all his might. Tristan roared and every muscle in the man’s body turned to steel.
Creamy seed filled Conlin’s mouth, and he struggled to swallow it all. His lover’s body quivered as he continued to milk the vamp’s cock with only a small amount of the hot liquid spilling over his chin.
As Tristan’s body slowly came down from passion’s hold, he lapped the man’s semierect flesh until the vampire pushed him back onto the balls of his feet.
“That was wonderful, Conlin. But, since you tortured me, I must discipline you.”
The wicked, sinfully dark tone the vamp used while speaking the words set off alarm bells in him. Had he pushed the vamp too far? Without warning, the vamp released the hold that bound his hands to his ankles. Tristan had him scooped up in his arms and on the bed long before he could have fallen.
The air swirled around the room as the vamp worked. All he felt was a light tug to each of his limbs.
Once the rush of movement stopped, he looked at the foot of the bed where Tristan was standing staring smugly down at him. After swallowing hard, he looked at his arms and legs. His eyes bulged when the realization of his vulnerability struck him. Tristan had tied his limbs out and upward to the sturdy bedposts. The rope was attached to the top of each corner post leaving him comfortable, but totally open to the mischievously sexy vamp.
A chuckle rumbled from the man’s chest. “You’ve every right to be worried as well as turned on. The feelings you’re projecting are bringing out the animal in me. You thought you could torture me and get away with it. Tonight you’ll find that you can’t.”
“I…I wasn’t torturing you on purpose. I just got into the feel and smell and taste of you. I wanted it to last and I wanted to please you.” Conlin was having trouble adapting to this new submissive side of himself. No man had ever made him want to be controlled. He wasn’t sure if he’d really crossed a line or not. Wasn’t he supposed to make Tristan come long and hard?
He watched a bit warily as Tristan tucked his cock back into his pants and climbed onto the bed. The vamp crawled between his spread legs and planted his hands on each side of Conlin’s head.
Those beautiful eyes stared down at him. “You are such an innocent, my pet. I loved what you did. It was so intense that it brought out the beast in me.” A flash of red shot through the vamp’s eyes. “Your torture was delicious. It was still torture, though. The darkness in me will repay you triple time.”
Tristan pressed his jean-covered cock into Conlin’s naked one and leaned forward to brush his lips across Conlin’s. The man’s touch was electric. His cock started to harden.
The vamp kissed a path to his bound lover’s ear and whispered, “Never torment me unless you’re willing to deal with the animal in me.”
Conlin’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt Tristan’s fangs rake over his neck. His erection jerked eagerly. Every time his vamp fed from him, Conlin always came with lights flashing in front of his eyes and ethereal fire jumping through this body.
He waited a minute and then another. The vamp’s fangs never pierced his neck. Opening his eyes, he glanced over at Tristan. The vamp’s eyes were filled with delight.
Retracting his fangs, the blasted man licked Conlin’s neck and then kissed his way down his prey’s body. A nip to his nipple had him gasping. Glancing down, he was drawn to the cut muscles that flexed and rippled as Tristan lapped and nibbled on his hard nub. Longing to wrap his legs around the man’s hips, he tried to break the rope securing his ankles.
“Don’t hurt yourself. I assure you, you are not getting out of this bed until I untie you.” The vamp’s eyes flashed red for a heartbeat. “Enjoy what you innocently unleashed.”
A chill raced down his spine. Deep inside his chest apprehension battled with excitement.
As the vamp backed down the bed, Tristan placed random kisses along his body. He wanted to protest when the man bypassed his penis to rain kisses on his inner thighs until they trembled.
The vamp looked down at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes and then eased off the bed and headed over to the ornate chest of drawers. He pulled something out and returned to the bed.
If any of his teeth had been loose, he would have swallowed them when Tristan held up a toy and remote.
He watched his lover climb onto the bed and settle himself between Conlin’s outstretched legs. As the sexy vamp slid the cock ring over his dick and then pushed the long tail of it into his ass, Conlin shuddered and came close to coming. A slap to his inner thigh stopped the semen from shooting out of his throbbing erection.
“Not yet. I have some questions for you first, my pet.”
The snug ring around his shaft and the tail separating his balls and buried in his body made it hard to concentrate. He wasn’t sure he could pass a pop quiz right now. He squirmed, but that just made him more aware of the toy Tristan had put in him.
Taking calming breaths, he watched the vamp go to the door and exit the room. He didn’t even have time to get himself under control before Tristan was back carrying a glass of wine and a glass of juice with a straw in it.
Glittering eyes raked his body. The vamp stood at the foot of the bed and sipped his wine. “What a sight to enter the room and see.” He ran his index finger over the arch of Conlin’s foot and smiled when his bound lover curled his toes.
Prowling to the side of the bed, the vamp extended the glass of juice and tapped the straw against his bottom lip. Conlin opened his mouth and took a long draw on the straw. The juice wet his tongue and replaced some of the vitamins he’d lost when the vamp drank from him. If history repeated itself, he knew the sexy vamp was going to feed from him again. His cock jerked at the thought. Every bite equaled paradise.
After taking one more drink, he relaxed his head back down and licked his lips. “Thanks. I needed that more than I realized. You going to bite me now?”
Tristan set the juice glass on the night table and picked up the remote. The green in his eyes started glowing the second he pushed the button.
Wild vibrations burst through his ass and surrounded the base of his erection. Crying out, he tightened every muscle in his body.
He’d never played with any sex toys. Electric shock waves pulsed through his groin. His butt muscles clamped down so hard he was surprised the toy didn’t slip out. How far was the thing up in him?
Air whooshed from his lungs when the vibrations stopped. Closing his eyes, he tried to smother the fire in his groin.
“You’re amazing to watch, my pet.”
“Pet?” he panted.
“It’s just an affectionate term dominants use sometimes.” Tristan set his glass down and climbed onto the bed at Conlin’s side. The vamp reached out and ran a cool finger around and around his nipple. “Does the name bother you?” He pinched the nipple he was playing wi
th.
Desire shot from his nipple to his pelvis and added to the ache growing between his legs. The finger driving him crazy pinched harder. “No…no. I don’t mind.” Right now he didn’t care about anything other than hosing Tristan down with his seed.
“Good. How do you like working in the winery?”
“Really? Let’s get it on and then I’ll tell you,” he barked and then panted when the vamp slid his hand down and patted his nuts before gliding his hand up Conlin’s leg and resting it on his thigh.
Click. The noise made him jerk to attention. In the span of a breath the vibration was back and stronger than ever. He pressed his head into the pillow and clenched his butt.
With effort a picture of his grandmother entered into his mind. She’d been a sweet little old lady. Couldn’t cook cookies worth a damn, instead, she was a pro at making cakes.
Something white hot touched his balls. His eyes snapped open, and he raised his head to look between his spread legs. Tristan was holding a piece of ice against his sac. As he panted a small amount of semen leaked from his beet-red cockhead. His balls tightened and his hips bucked. Before he came the bastard vamp moved the ice to the tip of his cock and slapped his inner thigh hard. The vibration stopped, and Tristan wiggled his finger back and forth.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
In a daze, he asked, “Where did you get the ice?”
A grin curled the vamp’s lips as he held up his glass. “When you closed your eyes I retrieved it, and there’s more ice in my glass.” He took a piece out and circled Conlin’s nipple with it.
“Fuck.”
“You don’t follow orders well,” the vamp said with a smirk.
The sound of the button being pressed again sounded loudly in his ears. Waves of shocking pleasure washed over his groin and sped through his ass. All his muscles tightened and he struggled to breathe. Sweat seeped from his pores.
When more ice touched the crown of his dick, he thought he’d die of blue balls. The need to come had him shifting his hips in an effort to get away from the ice. The quaking tail up his rear hit a sweet spot and he screamed.
Tristan’s eyes flashed to red and his fangs burst from his gums. The vamp dropped the ice and moved in a hurried blur to the space between Conlin’s legs. The blunt head of his erection forced its way into his rippling hole. He screamed again as Tristan bit down and drank from him. His whole body shook and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Dark ecstasy tightened every inch of his body. With each thrust of Tristan’s huge cock into his body the toy struck a delicious spot within him and forced a stream of hot liquid to shoot from his own cock.
Animalistic growls were coming from Tristan as he drank and fucked Conlin hard and fast. Fiery rapture splintered through him when Tristan rammed up in him one last time and roared as he filled Conlin with his burning seed.
Conlin’s body convulsed wildly as a last bit of semen rocketed from his cock and pooled on his chest. As the world dimmed, he smiled. Tristan’s beast is beautiful.
Chapter Nine
Tristan woke up slowly. Sex and Conlin filled his lungs. Mmm. Nothing was better than a long day of making wild love to his mate. A look at the clock on the night table next to the bed showed it was 10:00 pm. They’d slept in a bit. The sex had been worth it.
His morning wood started aching as he remembered the feel of his mate’s body jerking beneath him as he came and came. The ripples that waved through the sexy man’s ass were so fucking hot. He longed to slide in Conlin’s ass right now. It would be easy since the guy was on his side with his butt brushing Tristan’s hard-on. Knowing his mate would be sore when he woke stopped him from easing in and taking what he wanted. After Conlin had passed out, he’d untied him, much to his beast’s sorrow, removed the toy, and massaged the sleeping man’s muscles.
A picture of Conlin bound with his legs and arms up and out brought a spike of painful lust shooting through his dick. He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his throat. His mate shifted and then moaned. That soft sound didn’t help at all. God, he loved all the sounds his mate made while they were having sex.
His grouchy little mate groaned and swiped his reddish-brown hair from his eyes. Tristan watched Conlin ease off the bed. With squinted eyes he headed for the door. He silently pulled on a pair of shorts and followed his man. He watched as his mate pulled a clean bowl from the dishwasher. With barely opened eyes and a lot of feeling around, the adorable man found the cereal and poured himself some breakfast.
He held back a laugh when Conlin blindly scooped up a bite and frowned when he realized the cereal didn’t have any milk in it. His lover stumbled to the fridge and got the milk and with only one eye open poured it in his bowl. As soon as the milk was poured and the jug was setting safely on the counter Conlin closed his eye and started moaning as he ate his favorite food.
Knowing not to mess with his mate until he was on his second bowl, Tristan made some coffee. Conlin would want a cup after he was finished with his cereal. Getting a glass of Morning Blend wine, he closed his eyes and savored the hint of cinnamon and syrup that lingered on his tongue after each sip.
Between bites of his third bowl of cereal, Conlin murmured, “I feel like…I was hit…by a…truck…and left for dead.”
“Was it worth it?” Tristan asked with a grin.
A slow smile transformed his mate’s face from grouchy to satisfied. “Yes.”
“I look forward to running you over thousands of times.” The thought of raunchy sex with his mate had his dick swelling and his beast prodding him to rush Conlin to their bed and bind him to the bedposts again.
“I’ll be ready by early morning, but for now you need to get your animal under control. I’m not even totally awake yet.”
A frown knit Tristan’s brows. “Are you getting my empathic abilities?”
“No. I don’t need them. When he’s close to the surface your eyes flash red. It only lasts for a portion of a second. It’s very revealing when it happens, and it just happened a moment ago,” Conlin said matter-of-factly and then took another bite of his cereal.
“Guess that rules out my beast sneaking up on you and ravishing you,” he muttered.
“Yep. Don’t worry, I like your beast.” Conlin put his spoon down and drank the milk from the bowl. He licked his lips and then pursed them. “I must admit I like him in the bedroom. When he’s mad, though, like when your brothers showed up in the bedroom, I did get a little scared.”
“Sorry about that. I’ll never hurt you. Not even when I’m at my wildest. Always remember that.” His mate nodded and carried his dirty dishes to the sink. Leave it to my feisty mate to lie about how scared he’d been.
Tristan remembered all too well the whimpers and paralyzing fear that had come off Conlin when he’d hissed a warning to his brothers. That was something he hoped would never happen again. Honestly, it probably would.
Drawing his gaze away from his mate’s naked ass, he shook his head and ran his hand over his shorts. Being ready for battle meant never walking around naked. Conlin didn’t have that hang-up. The third day here his mate had stumbled to his cereal naked, saying it was faster.
His gaze strayed to his mate’s fine butt when the man walked past him and out of the kitchen. Thinking back, he remembered the one time he’d walked around his home naked. A vampire hunter had burst in and he’d had to kill the man while in his birthday suit. The fucker had nearly whacked off his dick. Being a vampire was too risky. You never knew when a vampire hunter or power-hungry vampire was going to attack. It was much better to be ready at all times.
The toilet in their bedroom bathroom flushed, and a moment later Conlin came in wearing a pair of jeans with his hair still sticking out just as crazily as when he’d gotten up. Tristan ran a hand through his own hair. It was the same as always, slightly wavy, but not sticking up. As Conlin poured himself a cup of coffee, Tristan went to the restroom. Now that the show was over there was no reason to hol
d it.
Returning to the kitchen, he grinned at the sight of his mate savoring his coffee. He poured himself a cup of Coffee Blend wine and sat at the table with his rumpled mate. As the hint of coffee lingered on his tongue, he remembered the package that had come for them yesterday.
“I’ll be right back.” He put his cup down and misted to his office, retrieved the package, and returned to his kitchen. Conlin hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d left a few seconds ago.
He placed the large box on the table and pushed it to his mate. “Open it.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know. Pablo sent it,” he replied. At Conlin’s frown, he said, “The man I sent Loco to.”
“Oh.” Surprise widened his lover’s eyes and rounded his lips. “You don’t think it’s a bomb, do you?”
He couldn’t hold back the laughter that erupted from him. God, my man is cute as a button. “No. He loves all animals, me included.” At the flash of jealousy that came from Conlin, he added, “He’ll love you too when he meets you. Who wouldn’t?” The lowering of his mate’s jealousy level relieved him. Did Conlin’s show of emotion mean the man was falling for him? He hoped so, because he was personally going down fast and hard. Love for Conlin was filling his heart sooner than he’d thought possible. As he looked over at his kind-hearted mate with his wild morning hair and love-bitten neck, he knew without a doubt he was officially in love with his mate.
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Scooting his chair back, Conlin stood and retrieved a knife. He cut the tape sealing the box and flipped open the cardboard flaps. Even though he’d just eaten his mouth watered.
Trying to be more civilized than he felt, he picked up the envelope that had his and Tristan’s name written on it with flair. After handing it to Tristan, he pulled out a box of marshmallow cereal and sniffed the box. He did the same thing to the other twenty-three boxes of sweet goodness. Each box was a different brand, some from other countries. There was no need to read the other languages. The picture on the box was all he needed.