Chapter 83

Jesse thrust upward one final time and froze, his body still beneath Gideon except for the rapid jerking of his cock against Gideon’s walls. He was silent now, the words and breath lodging in his throat as his blood pulsed against Gideon’s tongue. Jesse’s hands curled convulsively, his muscles trembling. Mouthful after mouthful of hot blood rolled down his throat, but he never lost track of how much he took, of the steady beat of Jesse’s pulse, or the soft moan that came from deep in his lover’s chest.

He retracted his fangs almost delicately, taking it slow in order not to disturb the rolls of pleasure still tumbling over them. The tip of his tongue caught a stray drop of blood seeping from the puncture mark, and when Jesse shivered at the slight contact, Gideon did it again to its mate.

“Love you,” Jesse murmured, sliding his hand up Gideon’s back. He sighed softly as Gideon continued to caress him with his tongue, his fingers curling to massage Gideon’s neck.