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Brian’s POV
I had to get away. Justin Taylor was poison, I was sure of it. How easy it would have been to lure him to my bed, to know pleasure in a way I haven’t in three decades. I could smell it… his desire for me, and it was intoxicating. I longed for the warmth that his body held, yearned for the sound of his pulse, racing with excitement as I took him, fang and cock.
I resisted, leaving him safely nestled inside a dark room with only his dreams for company. Not that my control is stretched to the point that I’d act irrationally, but a solid iron lock probably would have been a good idea.
Running wildly through the open forest, I knew what I needed. If I was to spend the entire night plagued with listening to the sound of his heartbeat, I had to feed. The hunt would calm me. It would allow me to ignore the instinct to take what was readily available.
A fox was unfortunate enough to cross my path; never having realized his life would end so abruptly. I drank his essence, the blood thick and warm, filling the hunger deep inside the pit of my stomach. What would young Mister Taylor think if he were to witness this? Would he run? Would he scream? Would the features of the demon repulse him? Of course, in all honesty, I already knew the answer to every question, though I longed for the opposite to be true.
It was early morning, not quite daybreak when I finally found my resolve and returned from the woods. After a quick trip to the stables, I moved in the direction of the house. The hunt had appeased the craving and I felt much more in control than I had just a few hours earlier. Trying to be as silent as possible as to not awaken him, I pushed the door closed gently, cringing when it let out a loud creak. It was then that I turned my attention to the sound I’d been ignoring in my attempt to be silent. The sound of whimpering.
I hung my head in debate. A few moments later, even as I walked the length of the narrow hallway, I knew this was a horrid mistake. Every nerve in my body told me to turn back, to forget the anguished sighs and to ignore the desperation in his voice as he called out in his sleep. But I could not. It was a power beyond my own that made me open the door to the guest room. When I saw him, I would have gasped for breath, had I an actual need for it.
The blankets were scattered, kicked from his body, his blond hair matted and fused to his cheek with sweat and tears. He was asleep, yet agitated enough to be restless, his body lashing out an unknown assailant. Would I be doing him more harm by waking him? I could leave the room and let him settle on his own, but could I stand to listen, knowing I might offer comfort? No, I couldn’t. With my decision made, I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Justin.” My voice was soft, barely a whisper, still unsure. My confident nature had all but disappeared because of this human and I had yet to venture why.
When he jerked, letting out a low murmur, I tried again, this time actually trying to draw him out of sleep. “Justin. Justin, wake up now.”
He rolled onto his back, his eyes fluttering and I could see the uncertainty in his expression. I chanced putting my hand on his arm and tried a little more firmly. “Justin.”
He reared, sitting upright, trying to make sense of where he was. I wasn’t sure that he’d recognize me in the barely lit room, so I immediately began to speak, trying not to spook him worse than I knew he already was. “You were dreaming. It’s over now… you’re alright.”
“Brian?” he whispered, softly.
“Yes.”
His head turned toward me. It’s been so long since I’ve had to worry about darkness impeding my vision, I still wasn’t sure how much he was actually seeing. Within moments, his heartbeat was slower, becoming less sporadic and his eyes had lost that wild, confused haze.
“God, Brian.” He moved his body closer and nestled his head into my shoulder. Instinctively, my other arm wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly through the light cotton shirt he was wearing. I tried to resist, but I had to take the opportunity he’d given me. I breathed in deeply, letting his scent invade my entire body and I almost shook with the intensity of the wave of need that it caused. My grip tightened further, pulling at the material beneath me, trying to find bare skin until I heard his intake of breath.
I froze, and then apologized. “I’m sorry. I…”
“Don’t be.” He sniffed, pulling back a bit, but he didn’t let go of me.
“I was forward in my assumptions.”
His hand traveled to the back of my neck and I sighed softly as his fingers tickled my skin. “Brian, is it so unreasonable for you to assume that I would find you painstakingly irresistible?”
“But this isn’t…”
“Isn’t what? Acceptable?”
I huffed, but nodded.
“Is that not what you implied when we spoke this evening? Do you not find your pleasure in the company of men? Was I so blind in my attraction for you that I imagined you felt the same only because I wanted it to be so?”
“Justin, there are things about me that you are not aware of. Things you couldn’t fathom that would make this… difficult.”
“There is only one thing that matters.” He paused, and then continued when he knew I wouldn’t interrupt. “Do you find me desirable, Brian?”
If he only knew. “In more ways than you can possibly imagine.”
“Then what’s the harm in one night’s pleasure?”
I closed my eyes and leaned in, resting my forehead against his. “I could easily lose myself in you. You’ve no idea.”
“Would that be so terrible?” His hands slid to my face, one on each side as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. “You feel it, too. Don’t you? Almost as if fate is drawing us together?”
Though I could not explain it, I most definitely agreed with him. Could I do this? Could I trust myself to resist going too far? If I were buried as deep as he would have me and his blood was calling to my very nature, would I be able to stop the demon from emerging?
I had no choice, for he took it upon himself to make the decision for me. His lips took mine, the wet warmth sliding against my own, sending a tremor of excitement through me. His kiss was filled with such passion, such fervor that I had no alternative but to give back just as eagerly. Where my couplings had long become nothing but a tool for quick release, this contact was a welcomed change to the usual custom.
My shirt was lifted and discarded as was Justin’s and the warmth radiating from his skin was slowly driving me mad. I slid my fingers along his spine, massaging the taut muscles as he curled into me, trying to move closer.
“You’re hands are cool.”
I flinched and lifted them from his skin.
“No,” he complained, “I meant that it feels nice.” He reached for my arms, pulling them in front of him until he could slide his fingers between mine. Bringing one of my hands to his lips, he kissed each finger gently and then rubbed it against his cheek. Silently, he led them to his lap. “Soft. I should like to feel your hands on me here.” I couldn’t help but smile.
I pushed him back, laying him flat and drew my fingers in circles along his stomach. “Patience,” I whispered, watching him flinch at my ticklish touch. He lifted his arms to grip the board above his head and his back arched, extending his neck in a delicate position. I could barely stand it. I felt a growl forming deep inside my chest, but with effort, I managed to push it back down. I stared, trying to calm myself, marveling at his wanton beauty.
“What is it you possess that I’m unable to resist you?” It was spoken quietly, more for my own benefit.
“I could ask the same of you. I’ve never given myself this freely before and I can make no sense of it.”
I carefully crawled onto him, sweeping his hair back as I devoured his lips. I left him panting and gasping my name as I moved lower along his body, my nostrils flaring at the scent of his need. The time for soft, gentle caresses was over. I could only ignore the nature of the beast for so long. Once I reached the foot of the bed, before I had a chance to do it myself, he was pushing on the waist of his pants, kicking the material down until they hit the floor.
“I think I might die if you don’t touch me soon.”
Such a bad choice of words, for when I saw his state of glorious nakedness, my hunger was no longer buried. I wanted all of him. The craving reared its ugly head and I could feel the demon stirring beneath my skin. The sound of his breath, the beat of his heart, the smell of his arousal was heightened to new, overwhelming levels. I closed my eyes and fought the monster. I refused to give in, no matter how much I wanted to.
“Please, Brian.”
I opened my eyes and gazed into his. I couldn’t explain the power he had over me. As fast as he managed to stir the demon, he was able to calm it just as quickly and I’d never felt such confusion. Stripping myself of my pants, I stood in front of him, watching his eyes darken as he took in the sight of me. He bit his bottom lip and lifted his feet to the bed.
I nodded toward the bedside table. “I believe there might be oil.”
He twisted his body, opening the drawer and handed me the small bottle.
Pouring a sufficient amount into my palm, I ran my fingers through the liquid and knelt between his knees. When I reached for his opening, he pushed me off, shaking his head. “No.”
My eyes widened. “But I thought…”
“It is enough to coat yourself. You may think it odd, but I enjoy the burn.”
It wasn’t as odd as he assumed. I nodded, bringing my hand to my length, stroking until it was almost dripping. He may desire the pain of entrance, but he didn’t understand what danger he would be in if there was an accidental tear.
His pale blue eyes locked on mine as I placed my hands on his hips and lifted him slightly. With ease, I pushed forward and entered him.
TBC