by Brianna West
I couldn’t look away from the image he made, finding the craze in his eyes wholly captivating. Conall slipped his fingers into my hair before locking the messy strands into his hand and tugging my head to the side. His incisors were already sharpened as he bent forward and stabbed them through the flesh covering my jugular. The pleasure was too strong, leaving me desperate for something to hold onto. I clawed at his back, hearing the distinct sound of tearing fabric as I shredded through his shirt with my sharpened nails.
Conall’s low growl reverberated against my neck before he was lifting my weight by the rear and throwing me onto the bed, immediately resting his hips into the space between my open thighs. Grabbing my waist firmly, Conall rolled his hips down in one hard, forward shift.
My breathing hitched, the intense stimulation causing a heady moan to leave my throat. Biting me again where the blood was already pooling, Conall drank in several powerful pulls before running his tongue over the wound and leaning away to yank his shirt upwards. Weakened by his bite and the pleasure, I watched numbly from where I laid beneath him.
He was panting, glowing eyes watching my every breath as he discarded his tattered shirt to the floor. Torso flexing, he hovered over my stiff body and, without a second’s hesitation, ripped through the thin t-shirt I wore.
The muscles in his chest clenched with his movements, the hard lines captivating my gaze as shadows played across the many hills and plains of his torso. Thin ginger hair lightly coated his fair-skinned pectorals, but was barely visible anywhere else until just beneath his navel, where the red hair was its darkest and fled into the concealment of his pants. His narrow waist shifted, the abdominals hardening and drawing my eyes there. Hands clenching briefly at his sides, Conall reached out to me.
I followed his hands with my eyes as he stretched out his arms and brushed my torn shirt aside, my eyes halfway lidded as the fabric bared my chest to his possessive stare. Conall dragged his fingernails down the taut muscle to where my stomach had caved in. He smoothed over the tight, trembling muscle with his thumbs.
I stiffened as a series of electric jolts shot through me with his greedy touch. “Conall, we should stop,” I whispered desperately, hating how weak my voice sounded.
Conall’s lips lifted into a playful smirk. “Oh, but I haven’t even started yet. It’d be a pity to end it before we’d even had a chance to begin.”
My throat constricted tightly, my Adam’s apple bobbing anxiously. I remembered Aidan mentioning how Conall changed when he drank blood, and I already detected the dangerous note in his voice when he spoke to me. Not to mention, the emotion in his eyes expressed a noxious desire to consume me no matter what the cost.
Still, I tried to reason with him, even with my thoughts not relaying clearly into words. “You don’t understand,” I finally managed through a tight jaw, “I haven’t done this with anyone. What makes you think I want the first person to be you?”
My voice didn’t sound as firm as I’d hoped. Actually, there was a subtle quake to it that was very unlike me. But I knew that the words had gotten to him by the way Conall had shifted, kneeling between my legs to peer down at me. Then, he cradled my face in his hand and bent all the way down, touching his lips to mine. I tasted my blood on them as he kissed me, his tongue dividing my lips and teasing the inside of my mouth. My resolve weakened with his intense kiss, the strength in my body seeping right out of me.
“Submit yourself to me. Give your body to me.” His voice was soft and entreating, but there was an undertone of dominance that ensured I’d hang onto his every word. “You’re safe with me.”
Illuminated eyes shot up to mine before Conall yanked down the hem of my pants and exposed the leaking tip of my arousal. I fisted my hands into the bedding, finding it hard to breathe as Conall reached for the exposed tip and passed his smooth thumb over it, spreading the liquid with a quick, explorative swipe.
“Fuck,” I breathed, head falling back and hips unintentionally bucking.
It felt so damn good.
I hadn’t forgotten the stock closet and the way his hand had stroked me to climax. That pleasure had been my undoing; the temptation to satisfy this unearthed part of myself almost too strong to deny. My will was failing, but with another swipe of his finger, it would be entirely lost. His strong words were echoing inside my head, as if the very permission I’d sought in order to allow myself to give in.
Did I really want this? If I relented this once, would I only come to regret it later?
Conall hovered over me, his face dipping down to suck on the flesh of my neck before trailing down. His wet tongue traced the line of my collarbone before it detoured and traveled to a hardened nipple.
My hand flew to his head, grasping his ginger locks with weak strength. Instead of being abated by it, the touch actually appeared to spur Conall on. Lips lifting and eyes fixing to my face, Conall’s tongue traced my nipple slowly, circling it before licking the entire area with a hot swipe. I closed my eyes firmly, jaw clenching as I fought the urge to moan. He teased the hardened nub between his teeth, an intense jolt slicing through me and rushing down to where I was already throbbing and leaking with the steady excitement.
Oh Lord, every touch was more pleasurable than the last.
Conall breathed over the sensitive, freshly moistened skin. “Don’t hold back your voice. Let me hear your appreciation. I promise I’ll reward you for it.”
I tensed as he took hold of my pulsating erection and stroked it once, causing my spine to suddenly curve with the abrupt pleasure. Conall grunted with satisfaction, bending back down and lapping at the whole of my nipple with his wet tongue. My stomach clenched from the powerful dual stimulation, unprepared for it.
I couldn’t hold back my voice, moaning hotly and bucking into his large hand. All of the pleasure had gone to my head; the self-control I’d maintained all these years a distant memory as I sought the friction from his hand with another thrust of my hips.
Conall’s face was a breath away from mine, fangs hanging visibly from his mouth. Panting, he worked to get out of his pants. He leaned down, crashing his lips into mine while stroking my throbbing length a few more times. His pleased groan was muffled between us as his tongue delved into my mouth, flicking my palate before coiling around my tongue. Grasping him around the shoulders, I finally relented to his kiss, returning it with fervor.
Lord, I didn’t care if I regretted it later. Nothing had felt so good, and I’d be damned if I kept up the pointless effort of fighting it.
Conall’s voice rumbled between us as he drew away. “Feck, no one’s ever tasted this bloody good. I’m gone in the head. I want you so bloody bad.”
“What…?” I couldn’t concentrate enough to understand what he was saying.
“This is bad. Feck. Okay,” Conall mumbled hoarsely, looking up at me with sweat sliding down the sides of his face and his hair in complete disarray. “You’d better punch me now.”
Unable to follow his meaning, I panted unevenly, practically hyperventilating as he reached across to the side table and dug through the drawer. Searching for a second, he pulled out a small container of liquid. Conall’s head dropped to my shoulder as his other hand stripped the remainder of my pants without another word, his hot breath resonating loudly beside my ear.
The sudden nakedness finally broke through my lust-driven haze. But there was no longer any hesitation in Conall’s movements as he fingered the hem of my boxer-briefs and tugged them down my thighs. Grabbing his hand, I stopped him before he could take them all the way off.
“Wait,” I demanded. “What the hell are you doing?”
Conall’s lips lifted into a sarcastic smile. “I thought that was clear. I’m going to shag you now.”
Eyes wide with shock, I could only gape at Conall as he exploited my surprise by taking my underwear off and discarding them to the floor. Using his knees, he widened the space between my legs. Conall’s intense eyes fixed to my naked body beneath him, the desir
e igniting the luminescence to another degree altogether. Humiliation colored my cheeks as I watched his cloth-covered erection jerk with interest, straining inside his Calvin-Clein briefs. I momentarily wondered what and who had motivated him towards name-brand underwear because Conall was hardly the fashionable type.
Instantly fascinated and faced with his toned physique, I was forced to acknowledge how incredible Conall’s body really was. With very little left clothed and all of his perfect definition on display, the attraction I held for him made the temptation to touch his strong body nearly uncontrollable. I grasped the bedding instead.
Conall watched me closely, grinning when my jaw shut in order to mask my momentary awe. “Never imagined you’d be the shy sort,” he whispered, laughing.
Taking my hand from where it grappled the bedding, Conall led it to the length straining inside the thin fabric of his underwear. “See, this is how hard you’ve made me. You should be flattered. Takes a lot to get me so worked up. I’ve lived a very long time, so there’s not much that does anymore.” Heat rushed into my face with his bold claim. “I’m so desperate to be buried inside of you that I’ve nearly poked a hole through my favorite pair of underwear. See?”
Grinning unabashedly, Conall’s self-confident expression beamed down at me as he forced my hand to feel where he was barely contained. Giving into temptation, I laid my palm over his hardened length. Swallowing, I moistened my dry throat and moved my hand experimentally. I watched with captivation as Conall’s eyes shut and his mouth fell open, exhaling a heady, pleasurable sigh.
When I reached the damp tip, my breathing had shallowed impossibly. The smell of his lust reached my nose, and it was all I could do not to move forward and taste him.
Focusing elsewhere, I swiped my thumb over the curved tip and felt his hardened arousal pulse and jump inside my palm. A surprised jolt ran through me, causing my own erection to throb with need.
I’d never felt so close to coming without touching myself. Never felt such a satisfying pleasure over someone else as I did right now. I craved more of it.
Squeezing, I palmed him with my entire hand and hesitantly stroked the surprising firmness. I had imagined feeling someone else’s erection would feel a lot like my own, but for some reason, it was different, and I was addicted to the sensation of it inside my hand.
“Oh, bollocks.”
Conall groaned, seizing my wrists and pinning them to the bed. Our mouths collided messily as his hands traced my sides. He then grabbed me around the back of my thigh and forced my legs apart. Sliding down my heaving chest, Conall ran his tongue along the narrow valley of my abdomen until it dipped into my navel. Keeping his eyes fixed to my face, Conall went further down and tasted the crown of my weeping erection.
The air rushed out of me, a sharp moan spilling from my lips as I was overcome by a heat and pleasure I’d never known. His wet mouth consumed me, causing me to score my fingernails across the bedding with the intense feeling that curved my spine. Maneuvering one of my legs up, Conall withdrew slightly before devouring my pulsating erection in one downward swallow.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out loudly, toes and fingers curling as the indescribable pleasure swept through me.
Oh, my sweet stars, it felt so fucking good.
I didn’t have time to prepare for the next wave of electric stimulation, because Conall’s mouth had already withdrawn and consumed me once more. His fast pace meant I wouldn’t last long at all, the edge already closing in on my impending climax. My hand flew to his head, hoping to stall him as the pressure built in my lower half to explosive levels. My entire body was quaking with the restraint I had to exert in order to keep from coming as I was swallowed again and again into the incredible heat of his mouth.
Moaning as my hips unintentionally bucked, I whispered in a voice tempered by pleasure, “Wait…oh Lord, wait one goddamn—”
Conall swirled his tongue over the tip, causing my voice to swiftly transform into another heady moan. My head flew back into the bed as I danced along the edge of my climax, the muscles in my torso spasming. Panting loudly, I tensed and waited for the oncoming rush.
But I was unprepared for what Conall would attempt next, which made my stomach instantly constricted with the foreign sensation. Something prodded a place between my legs that I never envisioned someone touching. Startled, I sucked in a sharp breath before my lips fell open to a low moan. The paired sensation was too much. I came without warning and spilled myself into Conall’s mouth.
An abrupt, burning pain echoed through the numb flood of my climax, but I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. I shuddered as the flood of sensation faded away and Conall withdrew in order to settle onto his heels. Unable to focus, I watched his hand disappear between my legs, his luminescent green eyes focused on me, swirling with red.
His chest heaved, taking in great pants of air as he quickly wiped his mouth and bent down between my legs. I wasn’t able to get my voice to work before his fangs pierced through the skin of my inner thigh. Barely recovered from the intense, numbing pleasure of my climax, the sensations that ripped through me this time were almost painful.
My spine arched sharply. “Fuck!”
There was another sensation intermixed with the pleasure of his bite, but I couldn’t identify it. I was overwhelmed by all the new stimulation, body convulsing as the unrelenting crash was nearly too much to handle. My consciousness faded in and out as, again and again, the pleasure swept over me. When Conall pulled away, his ginger hair hung into his eyes and my blood spilled from his lips. Brain finally working, I realized belatedly what the sensation I’d felt earlier was.
He lifted one of my legs, resting it over his arm, and pressed the head of his erection into me. The lubricated crown pushed past the tight ring below. Conall’s stomach tightened in short pulses as he rolled his hips, thrusting inside me little by little. My jaw clenched as painful, intense burning flared out from beneath. I had been unprepared for the feeling of being torn in two as Conall sheathed his entire length inside of me.
Gasping, I clenched my jaw alongside my eyes in response to the terrible burn of penetration. “Conall,” I breathed, pain evident in my voice, “What are you…”
Conall hushed me softly, cradling my face as I grunted through the pain. “So fecking tight,” he growled before sinking his fangs into my neck, the pain washing away with the familiar ecstasy of his bite.
“That’s it,” he groaned into my ear, drinking greedily and thrusting his hips in and out as I held onto him. “Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, you feel so bloody amazing. How can someone feel so bloody good?!”
I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what was happening, or why. All I registered was the mix of pain and pleasure. I was beyond logic and morality. I’d been stripped to my primitive core. To the beast within.
Faded stripes, sharpened nails and fangs emerged alongside the pleasure that wrought my form. I felt the transition throughout my body, the beast urging me on. Urging me to seek the pleasure. To capture every morsel of sensation.
Conall’s eyes widened as I rolled my hips down and forced his length to imbed all the way to the hilt. “Carl…” Conall moaned my name, his color-mixed eyes illuminating brighter.
I needed more.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I drew myself upright and pushed him down onto the bed. Straddling his hips, I rested my hands onto the flabbergasted Irishman’s chest and kept myself erect. The pain had faded to a dull ache. It satisfied the urge for more—an urge my beast shamelessly sought. Conall was lodged all the way inside, the abrupt change in position causing him to pulsate. Too far gone with the pleasure, I undulated and lifted slightly, only to push back down.
“Fecking hell…” Conall rasped through a clenched jaw, forehead beaded with sweat as his torso strained beneath me. “I don’t know which one of us is the beast anymore,” he panted, laughing breathlessly while I continued to seek the friction that would lessen the tension wound up tightly in my
lower half. “But I’m not complaining. You are absolutely gorgeous right now.”
Grunting, he elevated me with strong hands and then pulled out slightly before slamming his hips upwards. Unprepared, I cried out. Intense stimulation electrified my thighs as the numbing pleasure hardened me fully. Without relenting, Conall steadied my hips with his hands and slammed into me again, the desperate sound of his hips connecting with my rear resonating around us. My voice pitched as bursts of sensation flooded my stomach and thighs, until I was barely holding myself upright. I steadied myself onto one hand, slumping forward slightly.
Bending at the waist, Conall grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down into a rough kiss. “There’s no way in heaven or hell I’m letting you go now, so you better not run away after tonight. You’re mine, Carl.”
Taking hold of my leaking erection, Conall stroked me in time with his upwards thrusts. My vision tunneled when the stimulation became too much, coming in one final stroke before the blood loss, pleasure, and my overall weakened state made me lose consciousness.
Chapter Nine
With the morning’s rays came the full weight of what I’d done. Conall was flung over me, arms and legs pinning my body to the bed and not a care in the damn world. I, however, had all of them. A world’s share of guilt with no one to blame but myself.
My backside ached painfully as I fled the bed to the bathroom. Showering was an endeavor. The entire time I was struggling to keep my legs from collapsing because I was still not fully recovered from the battle, or what had transpired afterwards. I hadn’t been prepared for the sore backside, nor the terrible weakness and ache in my body.
