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He pulled out and then pushed in again, over and over, and Emmett  squirmed. After a few minutes, Dylan inserted two fingers, stretching  his lover. Dylan crooked his fingers up, rubbing Emmett's prostate  gland.

"Oh God," Emmett panted. "Feels so good."

Dylan grinned. He stared at his True Match, watching the emotion playing over the man's expressive face.

"Blood," he gasped. "I want your blood. I need it. You taste so good."

Emmett swiveled his hips in a circular motion, thrusting back against  Dylan's fingers and then forward, ramming his hard cock against Dylan's  stomach. He was relentless in his search for pleasure and release, a  wild animal desperate to feed and fuck. It was a beautiful sight.

"You can have my blood whenever you want it."

Emmett didn't need to be told twice. His fangs shot out as he dove for  the vein at Dylan's neck. The sharp points pierced his skin. Emmett  moaned as he fed, and Dylan groaned in ecstasy.

Dylan wrapped his hand around the base of Emmett's shaft, pumping the  man's cock. He added a third finger, stretching Emmett's quivering hole.  Their rhythm and movements became a coordinated dance, and Emmett's  sounds, the beautiful gasps and moans, was the music.

"Dylan, I'm....Oh God! Ah...ah … ah …  You're making me come!" Emmett  screamed, crying out in pleasure as he came, shooting hot jets of spunk  across Dylan's chest. Blood ran freely from his fangs and down his chin.  "Don't stop. Don't stop," he begged. "Oh God … "

Dylan obeyed Emmett's request. Moving at the speed of light, he flipped  Emmett over onto his hands and knees. He grabbed the bottle of lube and  opened the lid, coating his shaft.

Dylan lined his cock up to Emmett's ass, the spongy head kissing  Emmett's hole. He applied a small bit of pressure, and his cock slid  past the tight ring of muscle. Dylan paused for a moment. He wanted to  be wild and careless, but he didn't want to hurt the most important  person in his world. When Emmett arched his back, he moved forward, inch  by inch sinking into his True Match. He took his time, reading Emmett's  body language and listening to the sounds he was making. Dylan didn't  stop until he bottomed out.

"Ahhh," he groaned, grabbing hold of Emmett's hips. "You feel so good, Flowers."

"Oh God." Emmett clawed at the blankets, shredding the linen with his sharp nails.         

     



 

Covering his True Match's back, Dylan wrapped his arms around Emmett's  waist, holding him close as he moved. The slow rhythm built in speed  until he was fucking Emmett in hard, deep strokes. Dylan groaned as he  thrust faster, harder, driving his cock in and out of his True Match's  perfect ass. Erotic sounds spilled from Emmett's lips, spurring Dylan  on.

Dylan lowered his head, rubbing his nose against Emmett's shoulder,  inhaling the decadent scent of the man's blood as it called to him.

"Bite me." Emmett tilted his head to the side, giving Dylan access to the unblemished skin.

Dylan's gums tingled, the sharp fangs lengthening. He ran the edges of  his teeth over the skin before slowly puncturing the vein in Emmett's  neck. Emmett's blood flowed into his mouth, hot and thick and sweet, and  he could feel himself getting drunk on his taste. Delicious. He growled  at the exquisite taste and sucked gently, feeding from his True Match.

Emmett chanted Dylan's name. The sound echoed around the room, driving  Dylan faster, deeper, making him desperate to get closer to Emmett. If  he could melt against Emmett and merge them into one being, he would.  Dylan could remain inside of True Match for eternity. Emmett cried out,  and his hole fluttered as he came, the scent of spunk surrounding them.  The smell of arousal mixed with the unique scent of Emmett was enough to  push Dylan over the edge.

"Mine!" he shouted, marking and claiming his True Match. Dylan plunged  his cock as deep as he could reach. His muscles tightened, and his hips  jerked in spasms as he came.

"More … more, more, more," he demanded.

Dylan chuckled lightly. "As you wish."

He flipped Emmett over onto his back. Emmett lifted his legs to his chest, and Dylan grinned.



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Emmett's entire body tingled as pleasure engulfed him. It was real and  raw, the purest thing he'd ever felt. His entire being was consumed by  erotic flames of desire. Emmett twisted and turned on the soft sheets,  submitting to the burning sweetness that was Dylan. His vampire lover  didn't stop. If anything, the man seemed to know how sensitive Emmett  was and made it his goal to drive Emmett crazy. Each touch, kiss, and  bite only made Emmett crave more. He was a wild thing desperate for more  sex and blood.

"God, you feel so good."

"So do you, Flowers."

Dylan drove his hard cock back into Emmett's welcoming body. He moved  gracefully, pulling out before sliding back in. Dylan held him in a  tight embrace to prevent him from sliding across the bed. He thrust into  Emmett with reckless abandon, taking him to the edge of release over  and over again.

His body shook, pleasure rushing through his veins so fast he felt  dizzy. Dylan's cock pushed into him, stretching him, filling him  completely. Emmett wrapped his hand around his shaft.

"Harder. Faster," Emmett pleaded.

Dylan leaned over him, covering Emmett's body. He captured Emmett's  mouth in a frantic kiss, reclaiming Emmett's lips. The kiss was urgent,  tongues twirling and teeth nibbling.

Dylan's hips snapped forward, hitting Emmett's prostate gland on every  stroke. Emmett's eyelids fluttered, his eyes rolling back. An intense  orgasm rushed through him without warning. Before he could say a single  word, he came, spraying cum between them. The moment he did, Dylan  growled. Emmett could feel him ejaculate, forcefully, pumping his seed  inside him.

Even though he'd had two mind-blowing orgasms, it wasn't enough. His  body demanded more. It was an intense thirst, and Emmett wasn't sure if  it would ever be quenched. Emmett flipped Dylan onto his back and  straddled his lover. He paused for a moment, surprised by his own  strength and speed. Dylan sat up. He wrapped his arms around Emmett's  waist, holding him. In this new position, stuffed with the Dylan's cock,  impaled on it, Emmett knew the other man owned him.

"I can't stop," Emmett told him. "I need more," he whimpered. "Hungry. Horny."

Emmett couldn't find the words. He didn't have control over his body or  the needs that plagued him. It didn't matter that he had fed or that  he'd already come twice. He couldn't stop himself. His body demanded  more.

Dylan smiled, flashing his fangs. "Then it's a good thing we're  vampires." He tilted his neck to the side. "Because we've got all the  time in the world, love. Now bite. Drink from me."

Emmett's fangs punched out, slicing his lip. Dylan wrapped a warm palm  around the back of Emmett's neck. He pulled him in close and licked  Emmett's lips, running his tongue over the blood. Emmett panted as a  shiver ran up his spine.         

     



 

Emmett shoved a hand through Dylan's black locks. He pushed the man's  head back and sank his fangs in the vampire's neck. Rich, warm blood  flowed freely from the man's vein, over his tongue and down his throat.

"Ride me, love."

Emmett lifted himself off Dylan's lap before lowering himself back down.  Strength, speed, and stamina had been infused into his being. He fed on  Dylan while fucking his lover, riding him.





Chapter Twelve




Several hours later, Emmett rolled out of bed. The room was dark, except  for a single sliver of light peeking in through the blinds, bathing  Dylan in a soft glow. He stared down at Dylan and smiled. Asleep, his  vampire looked almost innocent. Emmett took a moment, memorizing Dylan's  features-long eyelashes, strong cheekbones, full lips. Emmett didn't  understand the emotions coursing through him or the overwhelming need.  It wasn't just blood and sex. There was more. Mine, his inner voice  screamed.

He watched Dylan sleep for a few minutes before forcing himself to look  away. Turning on his heel, Emmett marched toward the dresser. He pulled  open the drawers, searching for something to wear. Emmett yanked out a  pair of sweats before making a quick exit.

Emmett made his way through the house, dragging his feet across the  hardwood floor. The place was silent, empty. He opened the back door and  stepped out onto the patio, closing it behind him on a soft click. He  stepped off the porch, and his feet hit the moist lawn. Emmett stopped a  few yards away from the house.

He stood on the grass under a thick blanket of stars. He stared up in  awe, inspired by the sheer beauty. With his supernatural eyesight, he  could see colorful clouds of stars and constellations as if he were  standing directly in front of them. The colors and clusters were unlike  anything he'd seen as a human. Bright bursts of light exploded as  numerous stars flew across the sky. It was as if a whole new world had  just opened up to him. He was seeing things that had never existed to  him before.