Cinder by Derekica Snake

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.They are no threat to anyone.Promise me that you will leave them alone.”“You will give me forgiveness if I leave the Covens alone?”I shook my head.“No.” Marcus gasped and looked like I just kicked him in the fangs.“No, that’s not what I meant,” I said quickly, leaning forward and catching his head between my hands.“I think I’m fucked in the head because once the ache in my face went away, I wanted to be back at your side.”“Xavier… ”“I won’t be a victim, Marcus.I don’t want to be an abused boyfriend, and I won’t be.Don’t shake my faith in you.”“Allow me to consent you, Xavier.” Marcus leaned forward and laid his cheek on my lap again.“Let me take care of you.I have chased you around the Manor and the offices above for the past five days.I only saw your ass and Nightshade’s red tail disappearing whenever I came near.I need your consent.”I didn’t have to think about that.I physically yearned for him.Eight hundred mind-blowing orgasms aside, there had to be more than that between us.And besides, Claudius had already taken care of that little itch I’d had earlier.“Uh, Marcus, I already…uh, I mean…Claudius…” I could feel my face turning red.“I called him to see to your Flame.”Huh? What was that now?Marcus turned his face up towards me so his chin was pressed between the seams of my thighs.His elbows were pinned against the seat on the outside of my knees, and his hands lightly slid up the outer sides of my legs.“You are less than a year old.You are a Blue Blood.Both Claudius and I agreed it would be best if you Flamed at least once every three to five days before your body decided to make you do so.I have an inkling that your wings would get involved if you had an involuntary Flame, and I presumed that you would rather stay in the shadows for the time being.”“So you called him over today to have him jack me off up on the roof?”“Your language needs to be more refined, Xavier.You are royalty, after all.”“Don’t skirt the question, Marcus,” I snapped.“I originally called him to clear the air between us,” he answered.“Nightshade stalking into the room visibly upset and then pacing back to the stairs was enough to make Father put aside our differences for the moment.” Marcus lowered his gaze, and his voice became much quieter.“I am glad to hear that he did not engage in intercourse with you.”How the hell could you argue with that? Both of them cared so much for me that they were willing to tag team me sexually so I didn’t go all “Flamey” and feral.Based on tales that Claudius had spun when I was out in the woods at my parents’ farm, “going feral” meant that the Fledgling in question would fang anything that walked and would play “hide the salami” in just about any hole.That was just so…so…“Consent me, Marcus.Consent me hard,” I breathed huskily.When he smiled, he really smiled.In fact, he beamed.He was like a bright ball of light, and I was a hapless moth to his flame.“This will only be a blow job, Little One.We will get to the hard stuff later,” he promised.I’d never noticed it before, but Marcus had this porn-star hair flip he would do, clearing everything from my line of sight so I could see what he was doing.My legs fell open, giving Marcus access to my crotch, and he pressed closer to me by rubbing his chest against the insides of my knees.“You look so stylish, Xavier.It just makes me want to muss you up.”I knew he had talent.I knew he could consent me out of my ever-loving mind, and I also knew that he would enjoy doing that to me.It didn’t matter that little X was ready for some lingual titillation; this was a highjacking and a derailment of the evening.I closed my eyes and groaned.I can’t believe that I’m doing this.Catching Marcus by the hair, I pulled his head up.There was a slight ring of Red around his irises.Damn, I can’t believe I used to freak out so badly over seeing this.“Little One?”“Kiss me…” I tugged on his hair as he moved to drop back down.“…on the lips,” I ordered.“You would prefer me to lick your…”“No!” While erotic, it was also embarrassing when Marcus tongued my backdoor.I would catch myself making the worse kind of keening sounds.It was bad enough up in Sanctuary, but to do that in the back of a moving car? Really, that was way beyond my comfort zone.“I mean, kiss me,” I stressed.“Like this?” Marcus leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.I could have been kissing my grandmother for all the passion he showed.The ring of fire burning in his eyes made me want to do a little Flaming of my own, and so I shook my head at him.“No, more like this,” I said, taking the lead.That very first kiss with fangs I had given him had been horrible.I’d scratched him and drawn blood.It was mortifying, showing that I didn’t know how to kiss.During my time as his prisoner of love, I have been subjected to a whole variety of different kisses.Marcus kissed as a cursory weigh station to get to the main goal—straight-on smexing.Claudius, cuddle monkey that he was, turned out to be the kisser.He lingered.He coaxed.His eyes might burn Red, but he never rushed anything, even when you wanted him to go straight to number one.A person would have to be truly dead not to learn anything from that talented vampire.I’d said it before in the Manor, and I meant it.Kissing didn’t mean you had to get naked and end up with carpet burns.I kissed Marcus now as if my life depended on it.My romantic life, anyways.I didn’t know I was a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy as I’d never given myself the chance to find out.I lightly nibbled at his lips, pressing my teeth along the seam lightly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, angling my head so our noses didn’t smash together.This was how kissing was supposed to be.No shoving your tongue down someone’s throat.No mashing of lips together until they bled.Just sweet, sucking, tempting kisses.I licked my tongue along the closed center of Marcus’s lips, and he opened his mouth to me.I was waiting for the typical sensual attack, but I was in the driver’s seat.It’s hard to open your eyes when you’re slipping your tongue in someone else’s mouth; it’s akin to rubbing your head and patting your stomach at the same time.You have to be truly talented to do it.I wasn’t that talented, and so I just wallowed in closed-eye darkness and enjoyed myself.Until I cut my tongue on his fang, which resulted in blood-in-the-water syndrome.I didn’t have time to do anything as the world spun on its axis, and I ended up flattened on the floor under warm red leather and sinful black sheer.Our pelvises were locked together, but his hands were pressed to the floor on either side of my head.It was almost like an erotic pushup.If he just shifted his weight…no…uh.What was that? A sound had interrupted my thoughts.“Pardon me, Masters.We are at the restaurant [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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