The Vampire's Assistant(6)

Nikolas growled low in his throat when Jon poked out his tongue to lick at the blood on his lips. He rubbed against Jon’s tongue with his finger then slipped it into Jon’s mouth.

Nikolas inhaled sharply. His cock grew achingly hard when Jon’s lips closed around his finger and the man began sucking on it. He felt each draw of Jon’s mouth on his finger in his cock.

Nikolas suddenly knew his rajaaka was going to be big trouble for him. He seemed very oral. Nikolas had no doubt Jon could get him to come just by sucking on his finger. He’d probably pass out from ecstasy if Jon sucked on his cock.

When Jon’s brown eyes fluttered up to his, Nikolas knew he was lost. He clawed at Jon’s clothing, stripping them away. He needed to feel the man’s body beneath his hands. He needed to feel his body pressing down on Jon’s. He just needed.

Nikolas’s lips followed his hands. He kissed each inch of naked skin he bared until Jon writhed under him, small pants and moans falling from his lush lips. And Jon had the fullest lips Nikolas had ever seen.

“Nik–Nikolas,” Jon moaned beneath him.

“Petjya, my sweet,” Nikolas corrected. “I want to hear you call me petjya.”

“Petjya?” Jon frowned. “I thought your name was Nikolas.”

“It is. Petjya is, um…” Nikolas frowned as he tried to best to translate the ancient vampire word into one Jon might understand. “It is like lover or mate. It is the proper way to address someone you are intimate with.”

“Are we going to be intimate?”

Nikolas glanced down at the nearly naked body beneath him then looked up to give Jon a feral grin. “That’s the plan.” He leaned down to take one brown-hued nipple into his mouth.

Jon cried out and arched up into him. Ah, a sweet spot. One he planned to exploit to its fullest. He moved his mouth across Jon’s chest to the other nipple, finding it already pert and stiff. He growled as he latched onto the hard little nub, nicking Jon accidently with his fang. Hot, sweet blood blossomed in his mouth. Nikolas sucked harder, wanting more of the satisfying taste.

“Ni–Ni—Petjya, please!” Jon wailed.

The sound of his rajaaka pleading for release ramped Nikolas’s arousal to a fever pitch. Refusing to release the nipple in his mouth, Nikolas reached down and ripped the rest of Jon’s clothing from his body.

He stripped his own clothing away at the same time, bemoaning the fact he had to let go of Jon’s taut nipple to get his shirt over his head, but the feeling of Jon’s naked body pressing against his more than made up for it. Nikolas hunched over Jon. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up until their cocks brushed together.

Jon’s legs surrounded him, wrapping naturally around his waist as if they had been there a hundred times. Nikolas delighted in the way his tanned hands looked against Jon’s pale skin, the contrast both amazing and mesmerizing.

“I’m going to love you now, rajaaka,” Nikolas said. The dazed, wide-eyed look Jon gave him filled Nikolas with joy. He stroked his hand down Jon’s side, his gaze following, eating up every inch of Jon’s naked flesh. “I’m going to claim you and make you mine.”

No doubt, Jon had no idea how true those words really were. He probably thought Nikolas meant he was going to fuck him, claim him sexually, but what would happen between them meant so much more.

While the blood they’d exchanged started the connection, their first sexual interlude would cement the connection between them. The exchange of blood and semen would create an unbreakable bond.

And that was exactly how Nikolas intended things to be. Now that he’d found his rajaaka, he didn’t plan to give him up. Very few of his kind were lucky enough to find their bond mates, the one meant only for them. Nikolas knew he had been blessed when fate steered Jon in his direction.

Nikolas leaned over Jon and claimed his lips again. He was mildly surprised at how eagerly Jon surrendered to the kiss. Nikolas wrapped one hand around the side of Jon’s head, anchoring the man in place. He stroked the other hand gently down Jon’s side and hip.

Jon responded so well to Nikolas’s touch, moaning and arching up into him. Nikolas shuddered slightly, overcome by the mere feeling of Jon’s body pressed against his and the knowledge he was about to claim his rajaaka.

His tongue licked purposefully at Jon’s upper lip then delved inside to explore. He felt Jon’s slighter body move closer, as if seeking more contact. Gripping Jon’s hair tightly, Nikolas kissed and licked Jon’s lush lips, devouring them. He would have climbed inside Jon’s warm body if he could have.

As it was, Nikolas knew if he didn’t get his cock in the man soon, he might pass out. His blood was pounding through his body so fast he already felt light-headed. He tingled every time his skin brushed against Jon’s.

Nikolas hissed and jerked back when Jon bit his lips. The small nip didn’t break the skin, but Nikolas almost wished it had. The smoky look of desire burning in Jon’s eyes seared through Nikolas, ratcheting his need yet another notch higher.

He reached over and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand drawer and popped the lid to pour some out on his fingers. Dropping the bottle on the bed, Nikolas grinned down at Jon. “How do you want this, rajaaka,” he asked, “on your back or on your hands and knees?”

“I…I…I don’t know.” Jon blushed so beautifully when he was flustered.

Nikolas decided to make things easier for his man. He reached down between them and stroked his fingers over Jon’s puckered hole. The full-body shudder he received in return for the light caress overjoyed Nikolas.

He pressed in with his fingers, inserting one into Jon’s tight hole. The delight Nikolas felt when Jon’s body sucked him right in knew no bounds. His rajaaka was made for him, craved him. Nikolas couldn’t wait to feel Jon’s tight body wrapped around his cock.

He pushed in with another finger, scissoring them back and forth, readying Jon’s body. Nikolas would die before he let anything happen to his rajaaka. It was his ultimate duty now to protect the man from harm, even from his own hand.

Jon pushed back when Nikolas added a third finger. His whole body moved, his legs spreading wide. He looked wanton, desire incarnate. He looked perfect. And he’s all mine.

“Ca–can’t…” Jon groaned, his head thrashing around on the pillow.

Nikolas pulled his fingers from Jon’s body and quickly lubed up his cock. Grabbing Jon’s legs, he pressed them back to his chest, baring the man’s stretched hole to his hungry gaze.

Scooting forward, Nikolas watched the head of his cock press against the small, puckered entrance. His hands tightened around Jon’s legs as he slowly pushed inside. The sight of his engorged, darkened shaft sinking into Jon’s pale white body astonished him.

Nikolas pushed, burying his entire cock. Jon stilled. Nikolas stilled. Nikolas glanced up to find dazed brown eyes staring back at him. Jon seemed to be holding his breath, as if he waited for something. He was, he just didn’t know it.

“My rajaaka,” Nikolas whispered. “I claim you now.”

Nikolas started thrusting, his body moving quickly in and out of Jon’s tight hole. He couldn’t believe how right this felt, how wonderful the silken heat gripped him. Nikolas knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. He’d never be able to hold out against something that felt so good.

The faster he thrust, the more Nikolas could feel the connection forming between them. Just a little longer and the bond would be fully formed, never to be severed. Nikolas’s pulse raced at the mere thought. Once the bond between them formed, he would never be alone again. He would have a connection to someone, mental and physical, for the rest of his life, someone made just for him.

Overwhelmed with the sensations shooting through his body, Nikolas leaned down close to Jon, staring him straight in the eyes. He wanted to see his rajaaka’s face when he said the bonding words.

“I pledge to thee my love and faith. I offer my life to thee, my blood for yours. I will be your night as you shall be my day. I’ll stay with you forever, my love, my rajaaka. I pledge this oath for all eternity. To the world, may we be one soul.”

Jon blinked. His mouth fell open. Nikolas pulled back until just the head of his cock remained in Jon’s body then thrust forward with all the desire he felt coursing through him.

Jon cried out, his head pressing back into the pillow beneath him. His body arched up into Nikolas and went tense as the space between them was filled with his hot seed. Jon hands grasped desperately for purchase, finding a hold on Nikolas’s shoulders.

Nikolas turned his head and sank his fangs into the soft skin of Jon’s throat. He moaned as the sweet taste of the man’s blood filled his mouth. One more hard thrust and Nikolas erupted, filling Jon’s body with his release.

The haze surrounding Nikolas filled with color—reds and blues, greens and pinks. Every color of the rainbow flashed through him until the haze suddenly settled on a white so pure it almost blinded Nikolas.

He cried out as a stabbing pain hit his head. A moment later it disappeared, and he blinked rapidly. As the haze began to clear, Nikolas felt something else in his head, a soft whisper of a presence. It was something he’d never felt before.