Page 103 of Bloodgrove

“Are you not afraid of me?”

Will struggled to find the words. “I am.”

But how was he supposed to explain that he was trembling with excitement and nerves, yet there was nowhere he would rather be? Perhaps his sick mind truly had been made for this city and all its monsters.

Eric’s claws traveled over Will’s body until he bent close and began licking the wounds. It was a confusing combination, but the venom in his saliva calmed Will’s pulse and relaxed his muscles.

Eric bit again, drawing blood into his mouth, and Will felt it all the way to his center. As though those lips were around his aching cock instead of his battered shoulder. But Eric did not wait any longer.

With a wet sound, he pulled his teeth from Will’s flesh and straightened. Again, he poured oil over him, though there could never be enough to make taking that cock simple.

Then he caught Will’s hand and pinned it against his back before gripping himself and pressing the head against his opening.

“Your last chance to run is gone.”

Will froze. He pressed his cheek into the rug, forced himself to breathe, to relax, and still it was too much.

“You think that is a threat?” he managed.

Eric laughed but allowed him no escape. Millimeter by millimeter, he pushed through the ring of muscle. Soon they were moaning in unison, claws digging into Will’s skin while Eric struggled to hold himself back.

Will’s mind drifted. There was only pain and pleasure, so tightly woven together that he wondered whether they were the same thing. He felt every small ridge of Eric’s cock deep inside him and moaned each time another one slipped past.

And then he had done it. With one final thrust, Eric drove himself in to the base, and Will screamed. Behind him, curses mingled with praise. Will was certain Eric had never expected to fuck someone while wearing the body of a monster, and the thought was intoxicating.

Understandably so. Will felt impossibly full. He breathed hard against the panic that threatened to overwhelm him for a moment. Eric filled him, stretched him, impaled him with a force he could barely take even while the man remained still.

“By the damned gods… Will, you take me so beautifully,” Eric groaned, and as though he could feel the whirlpool of emotions inside him, he bent over Will and licked across the wounds again. The weight shift made Will cry out, but it turned into a moan. Pain flashed through the bite, sharp and brief, but the venom soothed him almost immediately.

Then slowly, so slowly, Eric began to pull back. Ridge by ridge. Inch by inch. Will sobbed, half moaning, and he knew at once that he wanted him back inside. That he did not want to be empty again. That he wanted to be completely filled by Eric and merge with him.

Eric stopped with only the head remaining inside, and this time he was faster, pushing into him again only to withdraw moments later.

“I have loved gods, but you…” Will managed, his fingers clawing into the rug.

Eric bent over him again, his breath brushing Will’s ear.

“I have defeated gods, but you break me.”

Together they broke. They let themselves fall into the current of passion and burn upon the pyre of pleasure. As though the final dam holding Eric’s control had shattered, he took Will in wild thrusts, each one hard enough that Will moved helplessly with him, driven into the floor, condemned to ruin.

Then Eric reached for him and pulled him upright against his chest. A claw curled around his throat until their faces rested beside one another and they shared the same breath.

It felt like so much more. Blood mingled with sweat. One heartbeat hammered against Will’s back, and his answered. Trapped by the beast, and still held. He thought he could feel Eric’s length all the way into his belly, impaled upon the conqueror’s spear.

And the monster took and took. Growling, he drove into Will, pushing deep and deeper.

Will wanted to sing his praises. Every moan upon his lips became a plea for mercy, a prayer that he would not stop.

How had the nothing of a stolen kiss in the snow become this tidal wave of pleasure? How thin had the walls around Eric’s self-control become over the past months for him to surrender so completely now?

Will did not complain. He tipped his head back against Eric’s shoulder. He was barely capable of coherent thought anymore and simply let himself be carried away by the force of nature that was this man.

Eric drove him back to the floor, thrust deeper, thrust harder, destroying whatever remained of Will. He held him so tightly that his claws broke the skin. But Will smiled and took every thrust hungrily.

There was no tomorrow. No second time. Only now. Only here. And Eric Arcos lost control.

He came with a roar.