Chapter 3 Brian’s POV He was insatiable, several times pushing me to the edge of climax and then drawing me back just as quickly. I’d never taken a human lover who could rise to this level of stamina. He took my thrusts, sometimes harsh and brutal and begged for more though I forced myself to ease my actions, catering to his fragile body. “Brian,” he murmured, over and over again, his grip hard enough to bruise had my skin been as soft as his. His body dripped of perspiration, his hair wringing wet from the exertion of our coupling, yet he continued without abandon, his legs climbing my shoulders further with every movement of my hips against his ass. I was dizzy with hunger. I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t be deep enough. My cock was throbbing with the need for release, but I refused to end this perfect ecstasy. In one fluent movement, I pushed his legs off and grabbed his arms, pulling him forward onto my lap. My fingers dug into his skin, guiding his body’s movements as he clenched and released around me. He was grinding his hips, the rhythm wild and rampant while at the same time rubbing his wet cock against my stomach. I was positive at this moment, there wasn’t a creature alive with more of a ferocious taste for danger than he. He had to have felt it. The tension in my body, the almost rigid way I held my lips away from him. If I moved too close… if I allowed myself to taste him, to lose myself in the warm cavern of his mouth, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be tempted to run my tongue down the glistening curve of his skin. If that were to happen, there would be no hope that he would live through the morning. As if he could read my thoughts, his hands twisted in my hair, pulling me so roughly forward, I would have cried out had I not had such a high tolerance for pain. He took my lips brutally, his teeth nipping at my tongue. If he’d known my true nature, I would have sworn he was fulfilling a wish of death. My body was on fire from his heat, my ears ringing from the steady flow of delectable moans and sighs whispered from his lips. But there, hidden beneath the surface, was so much more than he was aware of. The scent of our sex was strong and stringent; an aphrodisiac for what would usually follow. His blood. It was calling to me, pulsing and burning beneath his flesh. I pulled away from his lips and nuzzled my face against his neck, doing what I’d sworn not to, control be damned. My eyes closed as my nose skimmed the sweet fragrance, taking in his smell… his very essence. The pain of it was almost unbearable. I could feel the change lingering on the edge, the demon fighting to take over. Justin was so willing… so vulnerable. My mouth was watering, the instinct to move in for the kill almost overpowering my will. Thankfully, he chose that instant to speak, pleading for climax. As nothing else at that moment could, the sound of his voice was enough to ground me. I pulled away quickly, lying back, and gripped the bed sheets beside me with such ferocity while watching him move upon me. Sliding one hand around his cock to stroke himself to completion, he rested the other on my thigh, riding out his release, dragging mine from my body as well. ~*~ Justin’s POV I was in a daze, lying beside Brian after the most intense climax I think I’ve ever experienced. Everything about him had me mesmerized. Half of me wanted to never leave this house, or this bed for that matter and the other half told me to run far, far away, as fast as my legs would carry me. Now that I knew the truth, it was foolish to stay in such close proximity, however, my body was too sated and comfortable to worry about such trivial things as life or death at the moment. I wondered what he was thinking. His eyes were closed, yet I knew he was awake. I took a few moments to marvel at his beauty, and yes, he was utterly beautiful. It had been so long since I’d felt such a strong desire to create any type of art, but my fingers yearned for a sketchbook, a piece of charcoal… anything to capture the image lying next to me. Was I mad for thinking such thoughts? Should I not be screaming my fear instead? But then to scream in fear, one must first be afraid. I found my self far from it and that bothered me more than I’d care to admit. My body was still soaked from head to foot, though there wasn’t a drop of perspiration on his skin. He was flawless, every muscle shaped and defined as if sculpted purposely to perfection. The rise and fall of his chest was rhythmic, timed almost to coincide with my own, but I knew it was for my benefit only, and not for need to fill his lungs. His eyes remained closed, yet the sound of his voice startled me. “What was it in your dreams that had you so spooked?” “My dreams?” He opened his eyes and turned only his head to look at me as I shifted onto my elbow. “When I woke you, you were in a state of panic. I wondered what could have brought on such dread.” I shrugged. It would do no good to discuss these things with him. “I don’t remember.” The nightmares were such a common occurrence; I hardly took notice of them anymore. Somehow, I doubted he would understand, had I tried to explain. He nodded and I was happy he was content to let it go. What surprised me was the discomfort I felt when he sat up and moved from the bed, gathering his clothes from the floor. “I should let you rest a while longer.” I reached out for him, holding his hand in mine. “You could stay.” He pulled back as if I’d scorched him and then solemnly said, “That probably wouldn’t be a good idea.” I nodded. “My plan was to head out shortly after daybreak. Will I see you before I go?” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” “And if I want to?” I knew my eyes were pleading and I felt childish to even ask, but there was an ache building in my chest I couldn’t explain. “I wish you a long and fruitful future, Justin Taylor.” He turned and left the room without another glance. ~*~ Brian’s POV This was insane. I’d had him. I took my pleasure, I’d resisted temptation and now thoughts of this boy… this man were plaguing me like nothing else I’d ever known. As day came and with it the sun, I finally forced sleep to take me and it was with memories of his warmth and the scent of his skin that I drifted off into oblivion. TBC