by Joyee Flynn
“Well, yeah. It’s fine.” I snarled and was on him in a second. I pushed him back to the bed, careful of his injuries but making sure my bigger frame surrounded him.
“Don’t you ever lie to me,” I growled, his eyes going wide in shock. “I am your mate, and while I will be the master of your pleasure and body, I am not your master. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes. I just didn’t want to upset you by saying no all the time right off the bat.”
“While I appreciate that, we need to be able to talk about things,” I replied, realizing there was something else going on here. “But don’t ever lie to me. That’s not how a healthy mated couple works.”
“I promise.” He pursed his lips for a kiss, trying to raise himself up, but I had his shoulders pinned down. I chuckled and gave him a soft one, letting him feel the love that was already blossoming for him.
“Now, is it that you do not want to always be naked around me or the sitting on my lap that upset you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as if daring him to lie to me again.
“I’m not sure I’d fit on your lap, but I’m okay with that. It’s the naked thing. I’m not sure I could do it, especially if you’re clothed.” It was an honest answer and not like he was screaming at me that I was off my rocker.
“Have you not done lengthy scenes with your past Doms that require you to be naked for a long time?” As much as I hated to hear about his previous lovers, I had a feeling I needed to know more about his past sexual encounters after some of the comments he’d made. I slowly moved off of him and sat back in the chair, realizing he might need space before making this confession. I watched as he took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair before answering.
“Yes, but normally I was chained down and there was only candlelight. I didn’t prance around naked. Most times I was fully clothed and had most of my clothes cut off of me when—” His eyes went wide and he started to shake.
“Tell me,” I ordered, none too gently.
“You’re going to think I’m such a fucked-up freak,” he whispered, shaking his head in sadness as he got off the bed. I was curious when he knelt down and pulled out a large green Tupperware container for storing shoes under the bed. I gasped when he set it on the bed and snapped open the lid. “I’m sick, Cyrus. There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?”
I wanted to say no, but looking at the self-inflicting torture devices in the name of sexual pleasure in the container, I couldn’t. It wasn’t just floggers and handcuffs, like I had planned on using on him. Oh no, this went so much further than that.
“I will not say that, but I was not prepared for this,” I answered carefully, doing my best to focus on my mate rather than the frightening contraptions in the container. “So you are obviously into pain with your sex.”
“It’s not sex if there’s no blood.” He chuckled nervously, not looking at me purposely. I had an idea, and I prayed to whoever was listening that I was right. I stood and moved toward him, carefully gauging his reaction.
“You like the feeling of pain as your flesh is pierced, no?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, glancing down at his feet as he shivered.
“Do you like to be cut on your bits and pieces?”
“Not specifically, but the pain is more extreme but never quite enough. It’s like I can’t find the right pain, so I keep going deeper and asking for more,” he admitted, his shoulders slumped, looking as if someone had just run over his puppy. “Maybe there’s just no way to satisfy the fucked-up.”
That was the answer I’d been looking for. I knew what my poor mate needed and had been searching for without success. I grabbed him roughly from behind, one arm around his chest as my other hand moved into his pants. I extended my fangs and bit into him roughly, almost savagely.
“Oh god!” Damian screamed as he went pliant in my arms, completely submissive and slumped against me. He shivered, gasping in pleasure as I grabbed his hard cock and stroked him forcefully to where there should have been a little pain. It only took three times jacking him before he whimpered and came. My mate came so hard his body actually bucked as if unable to keep himself standing.
I pulled my fangs out of his neck, gently holding him through the aftershocks, as I stroked his flagging dick. “Tell me, amante, was that one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had?”
“Yes, fucking spectacular,” he panted, still lying collapsed against me as if needing me in every way and trusting me to hold him up.
“You are not sick in the head, my mate,” I whispered gently as I moved us to lie down on his bed.
“I’m not?” he mumbled, sounding completely sated.
“No, bebé,” I replied, swallowing back my sadness and emotions. How long had my sweet mate gone through his life thinking he was mentally sick? “You’re a biter. You like to be bitten and to bite, too, most likely. This is not something that can be fulfilled with humans. Have you never had relations with another vampire?”
“No, all the warriors treat me like a little brother and are too afraid of Victor. I’ve been hit on and propositioned, but by then I knew I was into extreme pain and didn’t want to risk anyone telling.” He sounded so lost. It made me realize something else.
“You are just a bebé, right? I mean I know you are of this family, but how old are you really?”
“Seventy-six,” he mumbled in reply. Wow! I thought he was young, but in our world that was like being a seventeen-year-old human and barely knowing what’s really out there. Not quite the same but close enough.
“Then do not feel bad, Damian. Most vampires are into the exact same kind of pain. We have fangs. Of course we’re biters. I love fangs to pierce my cock when I get a blow job. What you’ve been looking for is not sick or uncommon.”
“I wish I had known that all these years,” he whispered, and my heart hurt for him. Yes, he was young, but to carry this burden of thinking he was sick all this time could have warped his mind. My mate would need lots of special attention to see himself as I did. “I had so many Doms call me a sick fuck. The ones who would play with me I think were even sicker than I was.”
I cleared my throat, letting him know that wasn’t okay to say.
“Or I thought I was,” he amended. “I let them cut me up and do messed-up things to me, trying to find what I needed.”
Another piece of the puzzle that was my mate fell into place. “That’s why you weren’t healing like you should. You deprived yourself of blood so you would heal human slow when engaging in sexual activities.”
“Yes.” The more he talked, the more despondent he got and that was not what I wanted for our first day together. I had enough information, and now it was time to start healing my mate’s soul.
“Boxer briefs then. I require you to always be in boxer briefs. I normally am in the same in my room when I’m alone anyways, so you won’t feel awkward.” I needed him to start understanding that there was nothing wrong with the naked body and his desires. But it would take baby steps.
“I can do that,” he replied, sounding slightly happier. “I’d like it if you were always half-naked.”
“What about fully naked right now, making love to my gorgeous mate?”
“Yes, please,” Damian whimpered, the sound going right to my cock. “Will you bite me again?”
“Always, amante,” I purred as I started to undress him. “I will take you places you’ve never been before.”
“Sounds nice,” he panted, rolling onto his back and staring up at me with those wondrous kelly-green eyes. Already they were changing color again, becoming lighter and almost iridescent.
“Get lube,” I growled as I drank in his naked, firm, muscular, sexy-as-all-fuck body. My mate nodded and quickly rolled over and reached into the nightstand as I yanked off my scrubs. By the time he was back to me, I had removed all my clothes.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered with a tone of awe, and then his eyes went wide. “And huge! Fuck! That thing is lik
e monster truck size.”
“You like?” I chuckled, palming my cock. It was rather large, probably at least twelve inches and wider than any I’d ever seen.
“Yes, don’t stretch me,” Damian moaned as his eyes glazed over with lust.
“Oh, my amante likes pain in his ass as well, does he?” Damian nodded as he handed me the lube, still focused on my dick as he licked his lips. The little imp. I knew I wouldn’t last long with the looks he was giving me and needed to get into his sweet ass before I exploded. “On your back.”
“Yes, master,” he purred, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “No good?”
“I do not like that word,” I answered with a nod as he moved into position. “I master your pleasure, not you.”
“What do I get to call you then?” I knew what I wanted. It had always been the one thing I wanted and waited to hear when I found my mate.
“I’d like it if you called me mi alma, my soul,” I whispered as I placed my body in between his legs.
“I like that. Mi alma,” he said with a smile. “It’s romantic.”
I nodded but inside was shivering. I knew nothing of romance. Sure, I could be loving, affectionate, and tender in the bedroom at times, but real romance was more than just sex and scared the living shit out of me.
Not wanting him to focus on the term and the moment, I quickly slicked up my cock and rubbed some excess lube around his hole. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be prepared better?”
“Yes, I like the burn,” he admitted, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. I’m sure he did, but I was well-endowed and I was worried I’d hurt him. But our first time together I couldn’t doubt him or make it seem as if what he wanted was wrong in some way. I nodded and leaned over him as I moved my cock to his hole.
Licking his nipple, I teased his ass. Damian moaned and squirmed under me. Then I let him see my fangs were out before I bit his right nipple, at the same time thrusting just the head of my cock inside of him.
“Fuck!” he shouted, bucking under me. Then he paused. “Do you want me quiet or loud?”
I pulled out my fangs, making sure not to lick the bite closed just yet. “I prefer loud, but I want to hear your natural pleasure, not something forced.”
“I’m normally loud, but I know it displeases some Doms.”
“Scream away, amante,” I purred, pushing more of my cock into him. Damian gasped in pleasure and arched his back. “I like a little dirty talk if that is okay?”
His cock twitched against his stomach, already filled back up, and I knew he more than liked the idea.
“See, we are perfectly matched,” I groaned in bliss, knowing he liked everything I did. That and his ass was exquisite. The fit was too tight, and it felt as if he might strangle my cock, but it was wondrous. “You want more, my little slut? Beg for my cock.”
His eyes went wide, his head snapping up to look at me, and I froze, thinking I’d gone too far. “Please, mi alma, fuck me so hard it hurts. Take me like the whore I am. Your whore only.” I shivered. Damian was perfect. I grabbed his hips tightly, letting my short nails sink into his flesh and thrust forward hard, bottoming out inside of him as I bit into his other nipple. “Yes! Fuck your slut. Oh god, I’ve never been so full!”
“Is this tight ass all mine, Damian?” I growled, raking my fangs over his collarbone when I was done with his nipple. “Your hole is just begging for me to fill it, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes,” he gasped, raising his hips to meet mine. I was impressed that such a tight hole could even accommodate me and that he liked it. Then again, after some of the shit I saw in that container, the pain he was feeling now was mild compared to what he’d tried before. “I’m all yours, mi alma. My ass is just for your cock whenever you want.”
“Right answer.” I slammed into him at a punishing pace, harder than I would normally start off my first time with a new partner. Damian went wild, shouting some of the dirtiest, sexiest things I’ve ever heard in bed. I made a mental note to send a thank-you card or gift basket to fate if I ever found her.
When I could tell Damian needed to come, on the edge, I realized something. He wouldn’t until I told him to, not unless I caught him off guard like earlier or when I claimed him. Oh fuck, that was hot! I reached down and stroked his cock, making him freak out even more, wanting to come.
“Please,” he begged. “Please say yes, mi alma.”
“Not yet,” I grunted, fucking him harder. “I want us to come together, and I like watching you on the edge.”
It didn’t take long for me to be right there with him. My mate in the throes of passion was a thing of beauty, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I let go of his dick and moved my arms under his shoulders, getting better leverage to go deeper into Damian.
“Come,” I ordered as I snarled and bit into his neck. He screamed my name loud enough to rattle the window, and I had only a moment to hope that the rooms were soundproof before I joined him. Fuck, I didn’t just come… I exploded with the force of a NASA shuttle liftoff. I climaxed so hard my balls actually hurt.
And that just set me off more. I didn’t slow down, gently pumping my seed into his body. Oh no, I folded him in half and pounded into him harder with every wave of my orgasm. It went on for what felt like eternity as I drank from him. When it finally subsided, I extracted my fangs and realized something was wrong.
“Damian?” I whispered as I lowered his legs down and lifted my upper body so I could see him. “Bebé, are you okay?”
No, he was out. And normally I’d pat myself on the back for a job well done in fucking my partner into passing out, but he’d just been seriously injured. Even worse, I could barely hear his heartbeat. Fuck!
I quickly bit into my wrist and moved it to his open mouth. When he didn’t instinctively respond, I started working his throat myself so he would swallow. It took a few drinks, but then Damian moaned and latched onto my flesh, his hand coming up to hold my arm to him.
“That’s it, take what you need, amante,” I cooed as his eyes opened. “I am so sorry, Damian. I did not mean to take so much and forgot about your injuries. You felt so good and tasted even better. I was not in my right mind.”
He smiled around my wrist and gave me a wink. I’m not sure what I ever did to deserve such a mate, but I would be forever thankful.
“How old are you?” he asked after he was done, licking the bite closed and then licking his lips. “Your blood is amazing. I feel like doing cartwheels.”
“Well, as much as I’d like to see that, let’s wait until you’re better.” I chuckled. Damian moaned and squirmed under me.
“Oh fuck, I’m hard again,” he whimpered. I realized then that I was still inside of him and he felt that.
“As tempting as the offer is,” I groaned, wanting another round as well. “We both need some rest after I bathe my injured mate.”
“Are you going to spoil me?” Damian teased as I pulled out of him and lifted him into my arms.
“I’m going to try, amante. I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it, but I will try.”
“What more could I need then?” He chuckled, snuggling up on my shoulder. “But you didn’t answer the question.”
“Twelve hundred years old, give or take a decade,” I whispered in his ear, knowing he was falling asleep.
“I got me a hot, older, warrior man.” He giggled. My eyes went wide at the sound. Did he just giggle? I must have taken a good amount of blood if he was loopy. I’d have to make sure I got more into him after cleaning him up. “I totally lucked out in this mating thing. I just hope you’re not disappointed.”
“Never. Never think that,” I said gently. “You take a nap while I bathe you and then you’re going to drink a lot more blood before bed. We shouldn’t have had sex already, but I just couldn’t resist you.”
“Good. Don’t. Don’t ever resist, mi alma. I need to know you desire me and I please you.” Then his breathing evened out. I sighed, not knowing if I could give him
what he needed. I started the tub as I held him on my lap. I’d been alone and on my own, seeing so much shit as a warrior medic that I didn’t think my heart could be soft and kind anymore.
I’d been more loving and tender with Damian in this one time than I had in decades combined. I felt as if my reservoir was empty. But how did I fill it back up and become the loving man my mate needed?
* * * *
Damian
“Su culo es tan jodidamente apretado que me vuelve loco,” my mate grunted as he pounded his fat cock into me. That one I knew because he said it every time we had sex. My ass is so fucking tight it drives him insane. Not the most romantic thing to say, but since I liked dirty talk during sex, I was okay with it.
I was even loving the fact that he’d jumped me in the shower and I was now plastered face-first against the tile, his log of a cock hurting my used hole so good. I had bite marks on my neck, back, and shoulders, just as I loved. Everything was perfect.
In our sex life.
“Harder,” I begged, egging him on. “Fuck your dirty whore harder, mi alma.”
“God, I love the way you talk to me,” he moaned, running his fangs over my neck. He speared his meat into me as I shivered, the hard tile biting into my cock as it moved over it. “Come for me, Damian.”
His fangs pierced my neck, and since I’d already been given permission, I let everything go. I cried out his name, my body spasming around his as I rode out my orgasm. Cyrus roared around my flesh and filled me with his seed.
I slumped back against him when we were done, unable to move even if I wanted to. “It just keeps getting better and better, amante,” he whispered in my ear tenderly. I relished these moments. The past few weeks, these quick moments where I got a glimpse of a loving mate were what kept me going through the rest of everything.
“Yes, it does,” I agreed as he pulled out of me. Cyrus gently washed me up, making sure to take special care with my overworked ass and hole. As he did, he licked closed all my bites, treating me as if I was the most important thing in the world to him. I reached back, pulling his head down to meet mine, and kissed him softly on the lips. “Let’s go to a movie tonight or out to dinner. We haven’t been on a real date yet.”
