Caught by His Vampire Mate [Vamp Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Dakota Dawn

  “No.”

  He hissed when a cool tongue touched the tip of his burning nipple. Tristan lapped at it until a moan of lust and relief came from his bound prey.

  “Better?”

  Actually, it was. Not that he was going to tell Tristan that.

  A chuckle came from the vamp. “Did you forget I’m an empath? I know it hurt and shocked you at first, but now it’s starting to radiate sexual heat to your pelvis.”

  Metal clicked next to his ear, and in a heartbeat his left nipple was clamped. Fire licked his chest and arrowed down to his cock.

  A cool tongue put some of the fire out. It wasn’t until he started relaxing his muscles that he realized he’d tightened them in the first place.

  While he panted through the multiple sensations racing through his body, Tristan picked up the material and started dragging it slowly across his bound body.

  For long minutes, the vamp swirled and swirled the soft material over his arms and legs. If Tristan would run it over his needy, greedy prick, he’d worship the vamp forever. Thinking the vamp needed a nudge, he raised his hips off the bed.

  “So impatient, my pet.”

  Silk raced across his clamped nipples. He gasped and dropped his hips back to the bed when heat spiraled down his torso and bloomed in his groin.

  “You are doing very well, my pet. Now it’s time for a reward.” Tristan’s husky voice soothed over his nerves.

  A sugary sweet scent wafted to his nose. “What’s that?”

  “Your reward.”

  Something sticky was slathered over the blunt head between his legs. Air whooshed from his lungs when he felt Tristan’s cool mouth latch onto the crown of his dick.

  The vampire’s sucking and licking of such a delicate area was going to drive him crazy. Without sight all he could do was feel. Every lick, every suck. Cool fingers touched his sac, and he groaned as his lust was ratcheted up even further.

  Longing to run his fingers through Tristan’s blond hair, he gave a frustrated grunt when his hand wouldn’t move.

  “Uh, uh. Patience, my pet.” Tristan’s sexy voice caressed his body as surely as his hands and mouth.

  A cool finger slid under his sac and probed the super sensitive area. His breath hitched when the digit started circling and circling his puckered opening. He tried to spread his legs wider. A curse escaped his lips when his legs wouldn’t move.

  “I’m in control. Keep that in mind, my pet.”

  He yelped when the nipple clamps were twisted back and forth a few times. Heat flared across his chest. He’d been so focused on the tantalizing action around his ass that he’d forgotten about those damn clamps.

  Grinding his teeth from pain, frustration, and lust, he held back a retort. He’d already learned to obey the beast that dwelled in his lover.

  Tristan shifted. He could feel the man’s soft shirt and pants rub against his naked body. That was erotic. A cool tongue swiped over each of his still-throbbing nipples. He relaxed his muscles once the pain started ebbing and desire washed over his taut, clamped pebbled disks.

  “That’s a good boy. Let me play without interruption and you’ll be rewarded.” The vamp’s voice was rough with desire and command.

  The sound heated his blood. His cock twitched needily. It must have drawn Tristan’s attention, because the vamp steadily kissed a path to it. The licking and sucking started all over again. He briefly thought he’d die if he didn’t come soon. Every time he got close the vamp would back away from his glans and lick his shaft instead.

  Oh crap, he thought to himself when he felt the sinful man’s tongue slide down his hard rod, over his quivering balls, and right across his dark, puckered star.

  “Fuck.” Tristan’s tongue circled his hole multiple times. A strong hand was massaging his sac as it held the orbs up and out of the way.

  “Oh fuck,” he yelled when that glorious tongue probed his entrance and then slid in deep. Vamps even have powerful tongues. That was a new and wonderful revelation. His hands curled into fists when Tristan started fucking his ass hard and quick. The thunder of blood rose in his ears. It beat out the music totally. Out of habit he lifted his head and tried to watch the vamp in action. The blindfold made sure he didn’t get that pleasure.

  That’s why he hated blindfolds. They were view-blockers. Another groan was forced from his throat when he felt a deliciously cool fist surround his pulsing cockhead. As he panted, he decided the view wasn’t that important.

  “Yes, yes.” Tristan’s tongue was curling inside him now. His balls tightened, and he felt his semen roil. He flexed all his muscles as he prepared to free-fall into paradise.

  Just when he was ready to leap, all of the ecstasy-inducing movement between his legs stopped, and his thigh was slapped hard.

  “Not yet, my pet,” Tristan ordered in a growly voice.

  A silent scream echoed in his head. Desire still thrummed through his veins, but it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, and with his arms pinned to the bed he couldn’t jack himself off. He needed Tristan to do it. Be good, don’t complain, he told himself mentally. His immediate reward for holding his tongue was a soft kiss to his stinging thigh.

  “Good, very good, my pet,” the vamp said in a low, intimate voice.

  The bed shifted. Tristan must have left. “What are you doing?” he called out, once again hating the blindfold.

  Sweet lips brushed his right before the vampire’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Through his own musky flavor he tasted frosting. He groaned and his tongue searched the man’s mouth for every drop of the sweet stuff. A stash of frosting was found in Tristan’s lower right cheek. He went crazy licking it up. The vamp groaned and opened wider for his bound prey. Conlin wished he could hold Tristan’s head in place as he ate from his lover’s mouth.

  A rumble of mirth emitted from the vamp just before he backed away. “See I’m not all bad. I’ll give you more in a minute,” Tristan promised.

  “I look forward to it,” he murmured and then licked his lips. The vamp knew him too well. His new sugar love was Milly’s frosting. Mix it with sex and the pleasure was off the charts.

  The bed dipped between his legs. The smooth material of the vamp’s expensive pants brushed against his inner thighs. Goose bumps rose on his legs.

  Conlin gasped when his balls were lifted and something cool and firm touched his entrance.

  “Brace yourself,” Tristan’s sexy voice warned.

  For what? he wondered. “Fuck.” The air rushed from his lungs when the slick toy was steadily pushed into his rear. When it was fully inserted he could feel two ends. One pressed into his crack and the other under his balls, which had just been released from the vamp’s hand.

  Testing the waters, he rocked his hips. “Oh, oh,” he groaned when the toy pressed into a sweet spot. “W-what is it?”

  “A prostate stimulator.” His lover pushed a button at the base of the toy and lights flashed before his eyes. It felt like heaven. He never…

  Another press of the button and all the vibrations stopped.

  “What the f—” A finger placed over his lips stopped his complaint.

  “Patience, my pet. After you get me off, I promise to push the button again,” Tristan informed with a light pat to Conlin’s cock.

  A sad huff of air blew past his lips. If he didn’t die of blue balls, when he did come it was going to be an explosive release.

  The air swirled around him, and he felt the vamp’s now bare legs touching the sides of his head. The wonderful scent of frosting and Tristan filled his nostrils.

  “Open wide,” his lover ordered. The moment he opened his mouth Tristan’s frosting-coated cockhead slid in. He quickly latched onto the sugary flesh and sucked to his heart’s content.

  Getting to love on every ridge and ripple of the firm flesh of Tristan’s erection was euphoric. The added sugar was a bonus he appreciated. The wild thing in Tristan wasn’t uncaring at all. Sucking harder, he hollowed his cheeks and
flicked his tongue faster. His main desire was to show the beast that he loved it, too.

  Straining his neck muscles, he started bobbing, taking in as much of his lover’s member as was possible.

  The thrill of victory sped down his spine the moment he felt the vamp’s vessels start pounding out a faster beat. He flicked his tongue faster and stretched to the max of his captive body’s ability, engulfing more of the man’s throbbing cock.

  “Oh fuck. That’s it, pet.” Tristan’s hips moved faster.

  Tightening his lips to help the vamp was a pleasure he’d never get tired of. His own cock tingled when Tristan’s balls sucked up closer to his body and he yelled as his sweet seed filled Conlin’s mouth.

  He grinned in satisfaction around his lover’s quivering cock, not releasing the tasty flesh until it was sucked clean.

  Tristan groaned and fell forward. The vamp’s large hands surrounded his butt cheeks and spread them wide. A click sounded at the same time the vamp swallowed his throbbing dick.

  Between the vibrations filling his ass and shooting through his pelvis, the glorious mouth eating his penis, and the vamp’s semihard cock resting on his face, he went into sensation overload.

  Within seconds his balls roiled and his hips bucked hard as his semen raced up his shaft. He screamed into the balls covering his mouth as his load erupted into Tristan’s hungry throat.

  His whole body shook and relished the euphoric pulses still radiating through his loins. The vamp’s mouth kept the pleasure going by sucking gently on his softening dick.

  Another click sounded and the vibrations stopped, giving him a small break. Tristan eased his cock and balls off Conlin’s face and climbed off the bed.

  Conlin sank into the bed and relaxed all his muscles. Air swirled around him and a straw touched his lips.

  “Drink,” the vamp ordered in a sexy-as-hell tone.

  Not thirsty, he replied, “I’m good.”

  “Not for long,” Tristan stated. “Drink.” The order was firmer this time.

  His heart picked up its pace. He drank from the straw. It was juice. The taste washed over his tongue. It was a good thing he loved juice because Tristan gave it to him every day. The healthy liquid always revived him. What did he need to be revived for?

  The straw was removed from his lips, and then his powerful lover sprang into a frenzy of activity.

  His bound limbs were released, and the button was pushed again. He gasped as vibrations once more caressed his insides.

  A few heartbeats later his wrists and ankles were once again bound. This time cuffs held him captive. With his arms up and his legs up and out a dark thrill circled his body.

  With a hitched breath, he squeezed his eyes closed behind the blindfold when he felt his body leave the bed. His extremely powerful lover carried him with ease. He shivered when he heard the door open and a second later his back hit the cool, wooden door.

  The closing of the door resounded in his ears. His weight sagged into his new bound position. Conlin’s hands and legs were up and a strap was under his butt.

  A sling of some sort held him open and ready for anything the beast in Tristan wanted to do to him. He wiggled and tugged at his bonds. Tristan laughed and spread his legs wider.

  The stimulating toy in his rear shifted and hit a hot spot. Tristan wiggled his legs, sending sharp spikes of ecstasy ricocheting through his groin. He started panting, and when Tristan growled he couldn’t stop the rush of release from jetting up his shaft and splashing all over his chest.

  Tristan turned off the toy and rubbed his muscular body into Conlin’s. As he came down from ecstasy’s grip, he inhaled his vamp’s intoxicating scent and luxuriated in the feel of his lover’s body pressing into his.

  Minute after minute passed. His new bonds allowed him to grip the blond giant’s neck and run his fingers through the strands at the nape of Tristan’s neck. It added more pressure to his cuffed ankles, but not enough to bother him. The vamp purred into his ear until Conlin felt his greedy member come back to life. Damn, the vamp knows how to heat me up. He groaned as he slipped back onto the path to paradise.

  * * * *

  Tristan sniffed his mate one last time and then backed up enough to admire his captive. Creamy seed clung to the bound man’s chest and dripped down to his lover’s stomach. Wanting to see his mate’s expressive brown eyes, he reached forward and released the blindfold. Tossing it aside, he looked into his mate’s lust-filled eyes.

  “You look beautiful all spread out with a toy in your ass. The lust gleaming in your eyes is hotter than hell, my pet.” He took a deep breath and held it to savor the sensual aroma.

  Conlin’s masculine member twitched. He looked down and watched as his mate’s jewels trembled with renewed desire. Reaching out, he turned the toy back on and started moving it around. When it touched a hot spot in his mate, Conlin yelped in surprise and then groaned low and long. The sound echoed through his body. He dropped to his knees.

  Wanting to hear it again, he moved the toy away from the spot and then pressed back into it. Each time he did it, his lover cried out and his blood beat faster in his veins.

  The pounding of Conlin’s blood called to him. With fangs out and ready, he pressed heavily into the hot spot and struck a plump vessel in Conlin’s cock.

  As his mate shuddered and screamed, hot jets of semen ejected from Conlin’s dick. He savored the taste of his mate’s blood as well as the cloud of sex that surrounded them. The heady musky smell of his mate’s member drew a moan from him.

  After taking another drink from his lover’s cock, he withdrew his fangs and licked Conlin’s whole shaft and balls. Mmm…tasty.

  Sagging limply into the sling, Conlin panted as he rested his head against the door and closed his eyes.

  Seeing the exhaustion of his captive prey exhilarated the beast in him. With blood pounding in his ears and resounding in his cock, Tristan pulled the toy out of Conlin’s ass and rammed his aching penis deep into his mate’s soft, hot body.

  While Conlin murmured incoherently, he drove in and out of his bound lover’s trembling body. Each thrust of his cock into his brown-eyed mate was like touching paradise. He had every intention of staying here in this state as long as possible.

  Grabbing his lover’s ass cheeks, he spread them wider and gloried in the way Conlin’s inner muscles clenched around his cock. Ripples of pleasure danced around his balls and circled his throbbing cock.

  The pulse in Conlin’s neck beat out a siren’s song. When his mate mumbled and turned his head, Tristan sank his fangs into the thick vessel. Releasing the orgasm-inducing serum into his mate’s blood, he tunneled deeply into Conlin’s ass and waited. A second later his mate screamed and his hot seed shot from his cockhead. The powerful release splashed both of their chests.

  The convulsing of his climaxing mate’s body and the delicious taste of Conlin’s blood forced Tristan over the edge. As he drank, his seed rushed up the length of his thrusting shaft and burst from his crown and deeply into Conlin’s silky, quivering ass.

  Taking one more draw on his lover’s neck, Tristan shivered as another spurt of semen shot from his cock. Retracting his fangs, Tristan nuzzled his mate’s neck. He held onto his lover for several long moments, just absorbing the sated feelings coming off Conlin and rushing through his own body.

  Feeling his own legs tremble in the aftermath of heady lovemaking, he misted them onto the bed, leaving the restraints behind.

  Conlin opened his postpassion-clouded brown eyes and smiled lopsidedly. Tristan watched his mate’s gaze swing to the door. The adorable man stared at the cuffs hanging from the sturdy door.

  “I see what you mean about door play. It was awesome just like you, Tristan,” Conlin said with love in his voice.

  “You handled it well, my pet. I’m glad you’re mine,” he said in a soft, hushed tone.

  “I love you. Each day with you is new and exciting. I will happily stay by your side.” Conlin laced his fingers th
rough Tristan’s and squeezed lightly.

  A picture of Conlin running from him and then hearing his panting breaths through the door danced through his mind. Tristan looked at the door and then back at his mate. “All of the time?”

  Heat pinkened Conlin’s cheeks. “I could run from you sometimes.”

  “That’s just what I wanted to hear. I’ll never get tired of catching you, my love.” The beast in him purred contentedly and snuggled closer to Conlin. He looked at his sated, sweet mate. Sweet. A lazy grin curled his lips. He’d happily buy gallons of Milly’s frosting and a billion plus boxes of marshmallow cereal to make his mate deliriously happy.

  He chuckled lightly as he realized Conlin wasn’t the only one who’d been caught!

  THE END

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  Reading romance has been a passion of mine for a long time. To me, love comes in all shapes and sizes. I write stories that are erotic, fun, and purely fictitious.

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