Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
With Elias, it is never just one bite. The man is addicted to being Kyle’s only source of satisfying his thirst. Kyle can feel Elias’s longing for being bitten even now, thanks to his unique ability to feel the emotions of others. What is it that Kyle finds so delectable about Elias? Is it his excitement in showing how strong and fearless he is, to take on Kyle’s hunger? Is it that specialness of being Kyle’s lone object to satisfy his needs?
Or is it something more selfless that drives Elias, perhaps slightly sacrificial, to give a piece of himself to Kyle every night, that both feeds and suppresses the monster within?
“You can be gentle,” says Elias, “or as rough as you like. I can take whatever you got, you sexy thirsty fuck. You know I’m all yours. You know I’m just your piece of meat.”
This is their brand of dirty talk.
Kyle feels Elias’s heart accelerating the more he goads him into biting. The anticipation crackles between their bodies, like a literal current from Elias’s inviting veins to Kyle’s teeth.
It isn’t a difficult sale—Elias. He is handsome. Sturdy. Eyes that rage like the sun. Golden brown skin that grows warmer at his cheeks, as if the flame of his mortal life burns through them. His voice, unexpectedly velvety and smooth, with a daring edge that sharpens when he’s turned on, like right now. His white tank top stretches over his chest and runs down his tapering form, showing off his proud and dominant posture, before the material pools at his hips, meeting the waist of his low-hanging grey-black jeans that fit snugly on his thighs.
It is no secret that Kyle can overpower his mortal boyfriend Elias and break him with distressing ease. It is perhaps that fact that makes Elias’s taunting all the more thrilling—and proving both his devotion and unwavering valor.
If there is anything in existence Elias shies away from, Kyle has yet to know it.
“Please?” Elias, as gently as a hot-blooded lion seducing his mate can manage, presses Kyle to the wall with his body, showing his strength, tempting Kyle’s appetite with so many tasty choices on the buffet—his smooth, supple neck, broad shoulders, meaty biceps as they bulge with his efforts … “Don’t make me beg.”
“You already are,” whispers Kyle back.
“Don’t make me whimper, then.”
“You’re about to.”
Elias’s body turns to stone when Kyle bares his teeth, and upon his neck they find their favorite spot. It is behind the ear, always emitting a perfect, clean scent, the flesh feeling to the touch as strong and yet also as sensitive as Elias himself. And the moment blood is released, Elias lets out a whimper despite all his efforts to contain it.
It is a battle he never wins, much to Kyle’s delight.
Though the act is never quite painful to Elias, he can feel the puncturing of teeth into his skin, as well as the suction of Kyle’s mouth. Elias seems to experience pleasure in the pain—such a fine line it seems to be that separates the two.
And Kyle knows what Elias wants in every moment. This is what his unique gift does without effort now, indicating to him every shift in Elias’s emotion and cueing him when to ease off, when to go further. When Elias’s heart races, Kyle’s does, too. Every stroke of pleasure is twofold. Every pinch of pain as well. Kyle carefully weighs what Elias wants against what is best for him, ensuring no actual harm comes to his boyfriend.
Each second is a crucial judgment.
This is the reality every time the young men are intimate.
A consequence of playing with fire.
Elias grinds his hips into Kyle’s as he’s fed upon. With each thrust, the framed painting of the lion above their heads rattles. Elias’s fingers claw down the sides of Kyle’s body as his need for him becomes more urgent, catching the waistband of Kyle’s pants and tugging them down. Kyle’s appetite for sexual release competes with his thirst for blood when Elias’s hand slips inside his underwear and finds something far more satisfying to grip.
Kyle lets go of Elias’s neck, gives the punctured holes a lick to stop the bleeding, then moves to his lips for a kiss. He has come to learn over time that he, as Elias describes, is a “clean eater”, never a drop spilled nor dripping down his chin.
But for as skilled as they’ve become in not spilling blood, they have regrettably not yet mastered the ability to stop time. “Babe, I really gotta go …”
“Just call in tonight,” moans Elias. “They won’t miss you. What’ll Cade do? Fire you? Who the hell can she replace you with anyway? No one else exists in this tiny town.”
“There’s no end to you, is there?”
“What am I gonna do all night? I’m outta sunlight. Can’t work on the porch ‘til morning. Almost outta nails, too.”