Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Lazaar trembled. He was so anxious to bite, but what if Zepharali didn’t like it? What if it hurt?
His guardian had said the natural elixir in his fangs could make it beyond pleasurable if he pushed some sensual energy while he fed.
“Bite,” Zepharali growled, pressing Lazaar’s lips harder against his jugular. “Take as much as you need.”
Lazaar first licked the supple skin, his fangs fully extended. He opened wide and pierced the soft flesh, making his cock leak for the first time in his life.
He just remembered to think erotic thoughts as he drew his first mouthful of warm, nourishing blood. Lazaar had been unsure of how it would be. If it would be tart, metallic, or worse, disgusting.
Lazaar swallowed his first taste and almost lost his mind. He’d never had anything so sweet. It was a combination of his favorite piece of fruit, pastry, and dessert. But it was the sweet honey undertones that sent him spiraling toward the heavens.
Zepharali’s long moan, the jolt of his hips, and erratic breaths could not be mistaken for anything but pleasure.
Lazaar’s vision glazed over as he pulled again and again on his beloved’s life-giving energy, not forgetting to think of the sexiness of his feeding. Of his titan satisfying his starvation.
“Mmm, yes. More, take more,” Zepharali shivered, grinding his thick cock into Lazaar’s abdomen.
He wanted more of that too. Lazaar wanted to grind on top of Zepharali, like his daughter showed him on her wife.
He needed to figure out how to feed and do that simultaneously.
Zepharali
Zepharali had had many lovers over his long life, but never in his thousands of years had he felt such indescribable pleasure.
His cock was so hard he could pound steel with it, but this wasn’t about him. Not tonight. This was about giving Lazaar what he’d been deprived of all his life.
It was important to him that he show Lazaar what a selfless partner he’d be, and his primary focus would always be to satisfy his mate’s every need.
With Lazaar’s fangs sunk deep into the side of his neck, he was too inexperienced with his elixir to control how much he was pushing inside.
It was so much that Zepharali stumbled, having to brace one hand against the wall to keep his knees from buckling under the intense ecstasy.
His wind rushed wildly through the open roof and wrapped tight around them. He struggled to control his element.
Lazaar groaned so hard from the touch that it vibrated Zepharali’s chest. He moved his wind again while trying to stay upright as Lazaar pulled mouthfuls at a time.
On the fourth or fifth swallow—it felt so damn good he almost lost consciousness—Lazaar abandoned all inhibition and climbed Zepharali’s body as if he were a towering Heech Birch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned as the blood rushed through his veins so hard and fast he could hear it. Every suck and pull sent jolts of pleasure to his balls.
Lazaar moaned against his throat, pumping his elixir and thrusting his cock into Zepharali’s abs.
He gripped his vampire’s hips in a tight hold, but he was tearing his robe off his shoulders and digging his nails in for purchase.
Zepharali’s wind was wild and chaotic, his power over nature stretching beyond his control.
He sighed in absolute bliss as it howled through the open panes, rattling the glass and making the long drapes blow like sails.
Lazaar took one last gulp and pulled his fangs out with far less finesse. He seemed to allow his instincts to take over as he began bathing the bite with long, sensual strokes of his tongue.
Zepharali just managed to push off the wall and stumbled across the floor to his bed. With one last curse, he slid his hands down Lazaar’s back, leaving a trail of heat, and laid him on the plush duvet.
He climbed on top—not dropping his weight—and caged him between his arms and legs. He had to observe his sated vampire, unabashed and racked with satisfaction.
Lazaar’s eyes were closed, his long black lashes resting on his pale cheeks. Zepharali was mesmerized by watching his lover lick his pretty, crimson-stained lips.
His cock was aimed at what he wanted. Lazaar was untouched, untainted by another’s hand, making the dark prince all his to tame.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
When his prince complied, his lips puckered and slightly parted. Zepharali inched the black robe open and ran his hands over smooth, tanned skin.
He licked his lips, wanting to place his marks on him, but Lazaar was too inebriated on his blood to take advantage.
Zepharali couldn’t help but blow his wind across Lazaar’s pink nipples, making him arch his back and tear at the thick bedding.
He didn’t stop blowing until his warm element was wrapped around Lazaar’s slim cock. He made the air stroke it, and Lazaar pumped his hips into it, his mouth open and his eyes rolling up toward the night sky.