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But then the cool air of the room meets my heated skin, and I hiss. “Xander!” I cry out.

“I’ve got you, little mate.”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s wrapping his hand around my dick, completely encasing it in his palm while he sinks his fangs into my shoulder.

Unlike the first time, when his bite sent a sharp bolt of pain through me, this time Xander draws more blood, and the pleasure that follows feels almost inhuman.

My breath stutters as every drop of tension releases itself from my body and I lean back against Xander whose steady hold on me keeps me from falling. A soft pulse of heat unfurls in my chest as Xander’s tongue lavishes my skin, drinking more of me with audible gulps.

Every doubt, worry and fear ebbs away until I feel like I'm floating. Weightless. Heated tingles spread through my limbs as Xander’s hand pumps my dick. Up and down, up and down. It’s rhythmic and familiar. But the pleasure within me soars to new heights as arousal zings up my spine, filling my chest, my arms, my legs with pure light and I'm thrusting into Xander’s hand.

My lust peaks as I scream silently, feeling the way Xander pushes his teeth deeper into me, coaxing more heat to soar through my body. It’s like ecstasy. Vampire ecstasy.

“XAN, FUCK!” I only hear my voice, yet I can't feel my face as my balls draw in tight, my dick pulses, and I'm falling over the edge as every muscle within me tenses and I come. For the first time in my life, I feel like I've released something inside of me, besides draining my balls. My mind is quiet, my soul is calm, and I can feel my connection with Xander is stronger than ever. His teeth still sink beneath my skin but my blood now rests inside him.

“I’m yours,” I promise.

Drawing from my skin, Xander tentatively licks at the site, the hot pad of his tongue lapping at my skin, and I shiver, my eyes falling closed as I simply let him hold me.

“My sweet, little mate.” He kisses my jaw. “I will cherish you for eternity.”

I smile shyly.

Xander carefully releases my dick and grasps my waist. I gasp at the sudden movement as he scoops me up from under my knees and steps over the shallow puddle of cum on the floor. I grin smugly to myself.

“We aren’t finished yet. This isn’t even close to the beginning.” Xander’s voice rumbles through me.

I peel my heavy lids open to find him looking down at me with such warmth that it has my stomach fluttering. Without another word he sets me down, into the soft confines of his coffin, the sheets and bedding as soft as clouds against my skin, and I watch breathlessly as Xander peels away his tattered shirt.

Still covered in blood, his skin is marred with crimson, highlighting his muscles in a way that, to most, would be unsightly, but the color only has my pulse soaring. Like a true monster, he’s now bathed in the essence that keeps him alive.

Ripping away his pants and kicking his boots off, Xander stands before me in his glory. With a cock thrice the size of mine and girthy enough to have my eyes watering at the sight, I lay back and spread my legs. A silent invitation.

“Show me how you’d cherish me.” I wiggle my brows, loving the way his muscles tense under my gaze.

His fist wraps around his length, and he gives himself a few short tugs. With his hairless chest marred in blood and his stomach wound now a faint scar, the rest of his body looks ethereal against the soft orange glow of light leaking in from the hallway.

Xander watches me watch him, his grin deepens, and he tilts his head in a way a predator would when sizing up its prey.

“Do you like watching me, little mate?”

His voice drips over me like honey and I shiver, biting my lip but nodding, unable to take my eyes away from the sight of him tugging on his thick cock.

“Good. Because I don't want you taking your eyes off me for a second,” Xander purrs and sinks to his knees. His thighs rest at mine, holding my legs open, his cock only inches from my own length. The size comparison with him now this close has my lips parting in a silent groan. He’s huge compared to me.

With a deep red tip, and tanned velvety looking skin, it shadows my pale dick in comparison.

“You’re beautiful,” Xander whispers, “Let me taste you.”

I nod eagerly and watch with a held breath as Xander leans over and tentatively licks the end of my dick. I jump at the sensation, causing him to chuckle and take hold of my hips, grounding me against the softness of his coffin.

“Steady, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to cut you.”

My heart skyrockets at the thought of his fangs so close to my sensitive skin, and a sheen of heat runs through me. “But what if I want you to?”

Xander pauses, his lips spread open, ready to take my length, but he looks up at me instead. His chrome eyes flash. “You’d let me bite you, even down here?”

I whine, threading my fingers into his hair and giving them a slight tug, showing him how much I need it. “Please. I want you to mark me everywhere. Show the world I’m yours.”