Page 80 of Wounded Soul
The taste hit Ian like a sledgehammer, familiar, yet he couldn’t place how he knew it. Hands fisting Jesse’s hair, Ian held him in place as he licked along his bottom lip, a soft whimper escaping when the wound healed. “I want more.”
Jesse flipped them again, andfor fuck’s sake, after this whole mess was over, Ian was going to perfect that move so he could return the favour. Reaching under the pillow next to him, Jesse pulled out a bottle of lube and placed it on the bed next to them. “Whatever you need. Take it.”
Ian grinned. “You might regret saying that.”
Jesse met his gaze and let his fangs slowly slide out. “I trust you.”
It wasn’t what Ian had expected him to say, and the words took him by surprise. It must have shown on his face, because Jesse reached up and cupped his jaw. “Don’t think.” He pulled him in for a soft kiss, lips barely brushing, but Ian felt it all the way to his toes. “Trust me, Ian. There’s nothing you can do that I can’t handle.”
Ian’s gaze automatically dropped to Jesse’s throat.
“You can bite me,” Jesse whispered, guiding Ian’s mouth towards his neck. “I’ll heal.”
Ian set his fangs against the smooth skin of Jesse’s neck, testing the give but not piercing it.
I want to be inside you when I do that.
Grabbing the lube, Ian sat up and squeezed some out, liberally coating his cock. The touch of his hand alone had him tipping his head back with a low groan. Jesse’s hand joined his and Ian gazed down at him, a smile curving his lips. “Wasn’t sure everything would work the same.” Logic told him some things should be impossible now, but the evidence was there, hard under both their hands.
Jesse grinned up at him. “Nothing about what we are makes sense, Ian. And now is so not the time to think about it.”
Ian’s answering laughter quickly turned into a gasp as Jesse started to stroke his cock, grip firm and unforgiving. He glanced down between them, wishing they had all night to explore each other. There was so much he wanted to do. “I wish we had more time.”
“Me too.” Jesse glanced at their phones sitting on the bedside table. “After this is over, we’ll have all the time in the world.” He sounded like he believed it, and Ian clung to that. They’d get through this, all of them, and then Jesse could show him what it really meant to be a vampire.
Spreading his legs, Jesse coaxed Ian to settle between them. “Come on, I want to feel you.”
Ian swallowed, trying not to let his mind wander to places that would ruin this. Focusing solely on Jesse, he shuffled forward, eased Jesse’s thighs up and apart, and slowly pushed inside.
Jesse hissed, and Ian faltered, ready to pull back, but Jesse grabbed his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Taking him at his word, Ian kept going until his hips pressed against the back of Jesse’s thighs. It felt incredible, not that it hadn’t before, but now... Everything seemed clearer, sharper, more intense.
The sheen of sweat on Jesse’s skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the room, the hairs on his legs tickled Ian’s skin, making him aware of every place they touched, and the scent of them both filled the air around them, urging him on. He looked down, meeting Jesse’s gaze, and slowly pulled back out, setting up a lazy, grinding rhythm that took all his concentration to maintain.
Jesse moaned each time Ian brushed over that spot inside him, head tilted back against the pillows. His lips parted, displaying his fangs, and Ian licked over the tips of his own, knowing what he wanted to do next.
Repositioning Jesse’s legs so they wrapped around his back, Ian lowered himself down, gripping Jesse’s shoulders and holding him tight.
Jesse tilted his head to one side, baring his neck, and Ian felt a wave of longing well up inside him, taking over. “Do it.”
Permission granted, Ian upped his pace, slamming into Jesse at the same time as he bit down hard. Jesse cried out, bucking against him, clasping the back of Ian’s head, keeping him in place.
Blood filled Ian’s mouth, rich and delicious, and he greedily drank it down, body moving in sync with each swallow. Time seemed to stand still. Lost in the clutch of Jesse’s body, Ian was aware of two things: the exquisite taste of Jesse on his tongue and the euphoria spreading out from the base of his spine as he took all that Jesse offered him.
His hands found Jesse’s, lacing their fingers together in an effort to ground himself with something tangible as he felt himself drifting on a sea of pleasure.
“Close,” Jesse whispered, legs wrapped tight around Ian so his dick rubbed against his stomach with each stroke. He let go of Ian’s hands, clinging to his back. Jesse’s nails dug in deep, making Ian moan as the sharp pain mixed with the orgasm raring through him.
He tore his mouth away from Jesse’s neck, crying out as his back arched and his whole body shuddered with release. Wetness coated his stomach as Jesse followed him over the edge, and Ian was helpless to stop the grin and smug satisfaction from showing on his face, becausefucking hell, that had been amazing.
Jesse’s rumble of laughter caught him by surprise and he pushed up onto his elbows to look down at him. “What’s funny?”
“I can feel smugness emanating from every pore.” He grinned up at him. “Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
Ian licked his lips, chasing the last taste of Jesse’s blood. “Yeah.” No point in denying it if he was broadcasting it so clearly. “That was...” He couldn’t find adequate words to describe it.”
“I know.”
