Shadow's Seduction(15)

I’ll drink him forever.

“Ah, gods! Kill you for this!” Caspion reached back to grip Mirceo’s hair. But instead of flinging him away, the demon shoved Mirceo’s fangs even deeper. “Enjoy it, leech.” Caspion’s hips rocked. “Last time . . . you feed . . . from my body.”

Mirceo released one horn to rip that towel away. Hand snaking around Caspion’s hip, he grasped his mate’s shaft. Hard as granite. He snarled against the demon’s neck.

With a defeated groan, Caspion bucked into his grip. “Make me come, you prick. Make me come, make me come.” With each thrust, Caspion’s sculpted ass clenched.

Mirceo ground his engorged cock against it. Though desperate to penetrate Caspion, he would never push his luck thus. He planned to spill right in his pants with a smile on his face.

The demon’s leather scent made him light-headed; his sultry blood made him drunk. Mirceo sucked, he ground, he jacked his mate. Pressure built and built. He imagined Caspion pounding into him with his thick, veined length—

Done.

Finished.

Mirceo couldn’t hold back his seed, lost all sexual control. As his member began pumping cum inside his pants, he released his bite to throw back his head. He bellowed to the ceiling as he ejaculated, torrents so powerful he shuddered in awe.

The demon tensed against him, yelling, “Ah, gods, gods. About to come! GODS!” His rod grew scalding against Mirceo’s palm as friction built. Caspion’s chest heaved with breaths, his exhalations hoarse.

Mirceo rasped at his ear, “Fuck my fist, beautiful. Come hard for me.”

Caspion’s cock pulsed in Mirceo’s grip as he culminated in his dry demon release. “FUCK! COMING!” Orgasming over and over, Caspion gave brutal demonic roars, shaking the small room till dust rained from the ceiling. . . .

Mirceo wanted this moment to last forever. As they drifted down from that high, he milked the last of his mate’s release, then lazily fondled the demon’s semihard shaft.

If Caspion had felt even a fraction of Mirceo’s pleasure, the demon should be in love with him directly.



Cas twisted and flung himself out of the vampire’s grip. “Now you die.” He’d despised this smirking leech before he’d come his brains out.

Even as Cas shoved Mirceo against the tiled wall, part of him acknowledged a shameful truth.

He’d waited half a millennium to release like that.

Hate him! Cas drew back his fist and launched it at Mirceo’s too-perfect face, telling himself he liked the grunt of pain that followed. So why had he pulled his punch?

Blood flowed from the vampire’s lip. My fucking blood! Stolen from his pierced neck.

Mirceo made a show of licking his lips. “Ambrosia. I’ll suck you till eternity, sweetheart.”

“Never call me that again!” Another punch connected with Mirceo’s jaw.

The vampire took it, seeming proud to accept the blow. “My mate’s gotten wickedly strong. We’ll make a great couple.”

What was he talking about? Cas launched his fist with all his strength—

Mirceo traced to the side.

Cas plowed a hole into the wall. “Godsdamn it!” He snatched his fist back, then seized the vampire to belt punches against his stomach.

Mirceo finally struck, taking Cas unawares, right in the side of a horn. The vampire’s hand fractured. “Ah, fuck me!”

Cas’s head rang like a banged drum. With a bellow of fury, he lunged for Mirceo, tackling him through the doorway into the bedroom. As they crashed to the floor, Cas pummeled Mirceo’s side.

Between grunts, Mirceo said, “You’re ready . . . for round two . . . sweetheart?”

Cas frowned down. His cock was hardening for more, straining against Mirceo’s stiff member. What is happening to me? Madness was overtaking him! Just like that night in Dacia.

“Not surprising . . . since we’re . . . mates.”

Cas’s blood ran cold. What he was hearing couldn’t be right: Mirceo’s thundering heartbeat. And the vampire was heaving breaths. “You were blooded while I was gone.”

They’d both known Mirceo’s heart would stop soon, his sexual ability ending with it. Now the vampire’s body had awakened.

Mirceo shook his head. “Blooded tonight. By you.”

Cas released him with splayed fingers, then traced backward to stand. “What kind of trick is this?”

“No trick.” Mirceo licked his bloody lips again and murmured, “Mmmm.”

That savoring sound made Cas’s rod jerk, and Mirceo saw it.

The vampire smirked through the blood. “I’m not the only one affected by our pairing.” He made it to his feet, adjusting his clothes.