Fighting Fangs

Ace watched the action and his eyes seemed to glow – Devin guessed it was the man’s wolf trying to come out and play, but Ace simply said, “Have you eaten?”

Devin went to shake his head, and then quickly remembering what Ace had said, said, “No. Not today.”

Ace fiddled around with the pizza box lid and pulled out a couple of slices, handing one to Devin.  Then he stopped and a puzzled look flashed across his face.

“You do eat, don’t you? Food I mean.”

“Yes, we eat food,” Devin said with a small smile. Maybe that was why the big wolf shifter was so reticent. Perhaps he didn’t know anything about vampires. But Ace didn’t ask anything else, just handed him the slice of pizza and started eating the piece in his other hand.

The two men ate in silence, Ace handing him an extra piece every time Devin had finished one.  When the boxes were empty Ace handed Devin some napkins to clean his hands and removed the boxes from the coffee table, setting them on the floor.  Then, still without saying a word, Ace nudged Devin’s head until it was resting against the bigger man’s thigh, his big hand resting lightly in Devin’s hair. Devin thought he could probably stay in that position forever – or at least until his knees gave out.

“There’s no place for a vampire in a wolf pack.” Ace’s stark words cut through Devin’s feelings of peace and belonging like a hot knife through butter. Stuff that – the knife kept going because Devin could feel it literally ripping his heart in two.  Finding one’s amatus was a time for celebration, the end of a very, very long life spent otherwise alone. Vampires could enjoy sex with others, but they couldn’t form a connection with another unless they were Fated. Devin had been looking for Ace for over five hundred years.

And it was the wisdom of those five hundred years that stopped Devin from leaping to his feet and raging at Ace, or storming out of the door. Instead, he stayed on his knees, his head still resting on Ace’s thigh.  Forcing himself to speak calmly he said, “Why is that, if you don’t mind me asking?  I have known other wolf shifters take mates not of their own kind.”

Adult Excerpt

Moving down Devin’s body, Ace sucked and bit, determined to leave his little vampire with as many marks on him as possible. Yes, he knew they would heal really quickly, but then, fuck it all, he would just do it all over again.  All he knew was that now he had made the decision to make Devin his, he wanted it known to any fucker who dared look at his mate again.

Leaving a chest littered with hickeys, Ace’s nose went lower until it bumped against Devin’s cock – hard, leaking and just perfect. Without pausing for breath, Ace pulled that meat into his mouth, sucking firmly.

“Oh my fucking God,” Devin yelled, his hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to dive deeper. “Please, please, please,” he babbled and Ace chanced a look upwards to see Devin’s head thrown back on the pillows, his face scrunched up fighting his impending orgasm. Ace didn’t think he had ever seen anything so beautiful.

“You need to come, little fang? Can you keep it hard if I let you come now?”

Devin struggled for a minute to raise his head and Ace watched as the man’s eyes took on a feral quality. “I’m a vampire. I can come, and keep coming all fucking night if the incentive’s there.”

Ace smirked. “Or if I let you,” he added before bending back to his task. If anything, his words seemed to have made Devin’s cock harder, and before Ace had a chance to think, warm, creamy come coated the back of his throat. Swallowing it down, not wanting to miss a drop, Ace kept sucking well after Devin had come, determined to keep his mate hard and wanting. It seemed Devin was well on board with that plan given how much he was sinuously writhing and moaning under Ace’s touch.