Shadow's Seduction by Kresley Cole
TWENTY-SEVEN
Playing with fire.
The demon had warned him, but Mirceo continued to push, waiting for the moment when his mate could no longer deny them what they both desperately needed.
He straddled Caspion, settling over the demon's stiffened cock. Mirceo's own shaft was so hard that the crown breached the waistband of his pants. "You'll want to know this secret." He leaned in to nuzzle Caspion's neck, lazily licking and sucking his skin. The demon's scent was all leather, his hectic pulse point teasing Mirceo's tongue.
Unable to resist, he grazed a fang along his mate's throat, drawing forth hot crimson. He moaned, "Your taste makes me insane."
Caspion's claws dug into his hips. "That's your secret? Kind of figured that out." The demon rocked him over his big rod, and Mirceo's ass ached for it.
"Oh, yes. My secret . . . Even when I knew we were fated, I never craved being fucked per se. I wanted it because I believed it would bond us. But over the last few nights, I began to prepare myself for your size, and things changed. . . ."
Looking enraptured, the demon said hoarsely, "Prepare?"
"With lubricant and toys to open myself up for you."
Caspion's shaft jerked. "Gods, the visual . . ."
"The sensations were mind-blowing." Mirceo grasped his hand again, sucking on the demon's thumb, wetting it. Then Mirceo placed it on the bared crown jutting from his pants.
Caspion's lips parted as he began to make slow, slick circles.
Could come just from that . . . "And when I pretended you were sinking into my ass"--he leaned forward to whisper at Caspion's ear--"my seed shot up over my chest, over my face, all the way to the headboard."
The demon jolted. "Come with me." Tracing to stand, he settled Mirceo on his feet, then snatched his hand. "Now."
Mirceo had been testing the demon's restraint; it seemed the bow had broken.
Caspion started dragging him down the stairs, then through the crowd, all the while scanning their surroundings.
Searching for a place to be alone? Mirceo almost wished he hadn't insisted on staying here until midnight. "So domineering."
Caspion paused, turning on Mirceo, that toe-curling demonic aggression at the fore. "Yes, I am." And now I know why, love. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Does this look problematic, sweetheart?" He gestured to indicate his straining shaft, the head and a few inches protruding from his low-slung pants.
Caspion reached forward and cupped him with a proprietary grip. "Mine."
Mirceo bucked to his hand. "Not yet. But it will be. Cross the finish line with me?"
Curt nod. He began dragging Mirceo along again, plowing through the crowd.
No one in this packed masquerade could doubt what was about to happen to Mirceo. What a pair he and Caspion made.
A vampire with his dick hanging out and a catshifter-ate-the-canary smirk--and a demon with wild, obsidian eyes, baring his sharpened fangs at anyone who got in their way.
Every muscle in Caspion's towering frame bulged, and his horns jutted lewdly. More than one titillated female fanned herself as she gaped at them.
When he and Mirceo came upon a hallway, Caspion yanked open the first door, tearing it off its hinges. The fire in him seemed to have become an inferno.
Inside the room a saddled centaur cavorted with two nymph partners. One female rode him while he rode the other. Instead of a pommel, the saddle had a dildo. Each time the centaur bucked, the riding nymph would slip up and down.
The females called, "Mirceo!"
With a jealous growl, Caspion yanked him along.
They headed farther down the hallway, trying another door. The dimly lit chamber was empty. Smooth sheets covered the large, luxurious bed, and flames danced in the fireplace.
Caspion pushed him inside, then locked the door behind them.
So much was on the line that Mirceo suddenly grew . . . nervous. Not about losing his anal virginity, but what if he wasn't Caspion's?
What if I fail to please him? Mirceo nearly winced. What if he has to think of females to stay hard?
The demon grasped his face with reverent hands, leaning in to take his mouth again. With each lash of their tongues, Mirceo's senses swam, his doubts fading.
Caspion licked a fang to draw forth blood. As Mirceo moaned at the delectable taste, the demon slowly tongued Mirceo's mouth to feed him.
Sharing a blood kiss? Hot, demon, filthy hot. Mirceo drank in Caspion's groans, sucking on his pointed tongue. Greedy for more blood. More pleasure.
More demon.
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Some long-dormant part of Cas seemed to be waking for this male. Clamoring. He couldn't deny such a primal pull--not when his heart yearned for the prince just as feverishly.
He took Mirceo's mouth until they were breathing for each other, until he got lost in bliss. Between kisses, they tore at one another's clothes. . . .
Cas surfaced from the daze when their bared cocks brushed. They'd already stripped? He drew back. "You've teased me all night. Got me in a lather." He ordered Mirceo, "On the bed with you. Now."
The prince flashed a devilish grin. "As you wish." He traced, then reclined upon the covers, his muscles taut with readiness. "I'll try to take it easy on my old man tonight."
Cas had begun to recognize the difference between Mirceo's genuine humor and the facade that masked his emotions. Right now, he could tell that the unflappable Prince of Dacia was nervous.
The sound of his mate's hammering heartbeat brought on another wave of tenderness in Cas. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mirceo."
"I trust you." The vampire's gray eyes turned onyx as he took in Cas's body. "Gods, I love all that tanned skin and golden hair. My fair-haired Adonis. No male has a more glorious mate than I."
"Agree to disagree."
"Ah, you like what you see, demon?" Sly, seductive vampire.
Cas gave a nod. Mine. "Spread your legs."
Brows raised, Mirceo did.
Cas knelt between them, gazing down at Mirceo's generous cock, at the beading tip. Seizing the shaft in his fist, he struggled to pace himself--to not fall upon his mate in a frenzy. He leaned down and nuzzled Mirceo's balls, inhaling his mate's drugging scent: pure sex.
Mirceo groaned. "You don't have to suck me, demon." His accent was thicker than Cas had ever heard it.
"Have to? I'm ravenous for you, mate." He kissed Mirceo's glistening cockhead, eagerly sampling its cream.
The prince jerked and moaned.
When the taste of Mirceo's pre-cum registered, Cas rasped, "Sometime tonight I'll drink your seed, drink it down." Never taking his eyes from Mirceo's, he circled his pointed tongue around the broad head. It was so taut and smooth. So alive. He smoothed his lips over the swollen tip, flicking it till the vampire exhaled a ragged breath.
"Gods almighty!" Mirceo eased up on an elbow to watch, the corded ridges of his torso rippling. "Want to see your gorgeous face." He brushed Cas's hair back. Whatever Mirceo saw in his expression made the vampire's heart race even faster.
As Cas sealed his lips over the head and sucked him down to the hilt, Mirceo breathed, "Ah, fuck me."
Cas gave a harsh groan around the prince's thick rod. Soon.
"Y-you're sure you've never done this?"
He drew back, meeting Mirceo's gaze. "I excel at my every endeavor."
The vampire thumped Cas's forehead. "Smart ass."
When Cas set back in with a grin, Mirceo drew his knees up, subtly thrusting as he cradled the back of Cas's head. The vampire's thighs quaked around his ears. Already close.
He savored Mirceo's reactions. The low rumbly sounds he made. The way he struggled to hold out as Cas's mouth and throat engulfed his length. His heels digging in as he rocked his hips.
When Cas splayed his fingers under Mirceo, the vampire's ass writhed in his palms. I'm going to claim this ass tonight. Overcome, Cas sank his claws into pale flesh, clutching his mate closer.
TWENTY-EIG
It's the demon's first time; want him to love this.
But for a first-time effort, Caspion was sending Mirceo off his axis, deep-throating while suckling with greedy pulls.
"You're devouring me!" Unable to restrain himself, Mirceo grabbed his mate's sensitive horns, bucking to his lips and grinding against his tongue.
"Uhn!" Caspion's muscles tensed, his big body wracked with demonic lust.
"Can't last much longer!" Mirceo teetered on the razor's edge. When the demon fondled his balls, he yelled, "Do you want my cum?"
Caspion drew back, releasing him, leaving Mirceo's shaft wet and pulsing against his belly. "I do. But you're not to spend yet."
Mirceo blinked for focus "What?" He let go of his mate's horns, saying, "Fuck that." His hand dipped, and he grasped his length. "I'm about to explode!"
Caspion seized his wrists, growling, "That cock belongs to me." He bared his sexy fangs. "Take your fucking hands off it."
Mirceo's shaft jerked from the command. Never been so hard!
"Now, mate."
Somehow he released his grip. To combat the temptation, Mirceo let his arms fall over his head. "There." His body quaked from the denied release. "I-I surrender."
Caspion's gaze raked over him. "Look at you. You are mine." He fisted his hand in Mirceo's hair, tugging. "Say my name."
"Caspion."
"I'm goin' to fuck you till you scream it." The demon leaned forward to suck an earlobe. "Till everyone here knows who makes you come."
Mirceo gasped at those words.
"But first I need to get my treasured mate ready." In bed, Caspion was a mix of pure demon filthiness and heartrending sweetness.
"There's a vial of oil in my pocket," Mirceo said, though Caspion's distended cock was producing so much pre-cum they might not need it. The head brushed against Mirceo's thigh, leaving a distinct trail of dampness.
The demon retrieved the vial and returned. "Spread your thighs wider for me." He poured oil on his fingers, then reached between Mirceo's legs. "Don't be nervous."
Mirceo glanced away with a smirk. "Wouldn't any blushing virgin be?"
"Ah-ah. Don't do that."
"What?"
"Give me the face you give others. I want all of you. The real you."
Mirceo swallowed thickly. With the demon staring down at him, he felt exposed. Raw. Somehow he forced himself to hold Caspion's gaze. Words left his lips. "Demon, I'm glad it's you."
"I'm going to take care of you, Mirceo. Tonight and always." Caspion grazed his slick forefinger between Mirceo's cheeks, scarcely making contact with that needy part of him.
Each pass of his finger, the demon applied a bit more pressure, hard enough to breach him, just barely.
Mirceo's groan of frustration made Caspion hiss in a breath. "My greedy boy wants more?" With one hand gripping a hip to hold Mirceo steady, Caspion circled the pad of his finger.
Circling . . . circling . . . Mirceo moaned at the exquisite sensations.
Then the demon dipped inside to his second knuckle.
At last! "More, more!" So much better than a toy.
Caspion pumped his finger. "Always." More oil. Deeper penetration. Another finger joined the first, wedging inside, stretching. "You're going to be so tight around me."
The demon thrust those fingers just enough to get Mirceo ready--while keeping him on the brink. For what felt like agonizing hours, he gave shallow pumps.
More oil. Deeper. More oil. Wider.
Panting, Mirceo said, "I-It feels unreal. One night you'll have to let me fuck you too."
Caspion nodded easily. "Of course."
You'd give me control? "Even though you're dominant?"
Brows drawn, he answered, "What could be more dominant than providing my mate every pleasure he covets?"
Mirceo's chest twisted for this male. His heart felt overfull from emotion--yet without an outlet. They shared a look.
I don't know what to say, can't express how much I want you. This really will be forever. I'm falling for you, demon.
Caspion rasped, "I know. I know. I feel the same way."
Yes, Mirceo's heart was overfull--but every inch of his body felt empty, receptive to whatever the demon wanted to give him. By the time Caspion removed his fingers, Mirceo was insensible, shamelessly rolling his hips. "Pleasepleaseplease, demon."
Caspion knelt between his legs and squirted more oil. To slather over that heavy length? Mirceo shot upright to behold his golden demon oiling himself. He was transfixed as Caspion glided a big hand over his cock--across the taut crown, the thickened base, along those prominent veins.
"Wanted you for so godsdamned long, Mirceo." Had the demon's horns ever been so straight and swollen? "Do you trust me not to hurt you?"
"I do. I trust you in this. I trust you in everything. I always have."
Biceps bulging, Caspion clamped Mirceo's hips and dragged him closer. Then he fisted his length. When the broad head tucked against Mirceo's entrance, the demon groaned as if in anguish; Mirceo cried out, shaking from the contact.
As Caspion pressed the tip inside, he held Mirceo's gaze. "You are mine. Forever. I'll never let you go." Beginning to sweat, he inched forward, until the entire oiled crown had passed Mirceo's ring. "Ah! My mate's so fucking tight."
Mirceo moaned because it was so good. Better than good.
Gnashing his teeth, the demon delved farther, his girth difficult to accept. Even so, pleasure suffused Mirceo the deeper Caspion went. Mirceo's own shaft jutted above his belly like a steel rod. He feared it would go off without a touch.
"Waited five hundred years for this." Caspion withdrew a couple of inches and peered down, gaze riveted to where their bodies joined. If eyes could incinerate . . .
As Mirceo writhed, trying to adjust, the demon drizzled more oil. "Don't fight me," he bit out. "Let me in."
When Mirceo willed himself to relax as much as he could, Caspion sank farther inside, his rigid length stretching Mirceo, forcing him to yield.
"That's it! Vampire . . . everything I can do not to come!" His brows were drawn, his mighty chest heaving as his fingers dug into Mirceo's hips. He was stronger, demonic, older, and he was impaling Mirceo--yet Caspion seemed overpowered. "Want deep inside your virgin ass."
The demon got his wish. Deeper. Deeper. Deep, until Caspion had filled him with thick, pulsating flesh. "Mine!" he roared in triumph.
With a mindless yell, Mirceo surrendered . . . everything.
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Don't come . . . don't come . . . gods, don't come.
Nothing in Cas's life could have prepared him for this lust. He'd been on the verge from the moment his cockhead had kissed Mirceo's entrance. He ignored the tingling in his spine, the heavy ache in his balls. Won't come before my mate.
He burned to wrest more pleasure from the vampire than anyone ever had before, to be the only one Mirceo fantasized about. Just don't come. "I've possessed you. Completely." He sounded crazed. "I'm inside your body. I'll always be a part of you." He drew back his hips and thrust--
Found paradise. His eyes rolled back in his head. My home. This vampire's my home.
When Cas grew aware of his surroundings again, Mirceo was still arching his back like a bow, his shaft bouncing between them.
Cas's gaze widened. "What was that?"
"Do it again! You're hitting my prostate." Mirceo's cock had painted his pale torso with pre-cum.
Awestruck, Cas slowly withdrew, then inched back in.
"Right . . . right THERE!" Mirceo's head thrashed. "Want this always. You inside me. NEED it."
Sweating, Cas sank in just enough to rub the vampire right at that spot.
Mirceo bit his lip so hard that blood ran down his chin. My stunning vampire mate. Cas leaned down and licked the stream, then took Mirceo's mouth to feed it to him.
Their tongues tangled as Cas drew his hips back, then rolled them forward. Don't come, don't come! After another measured stroke, he fucked harder, grunt
His sweat-slicked body slapped the oiled curves of Mirceo's ass--flesh that Cas had conquered completely. He broke from the kiss and raised himself on straightened arms. "No going back, vampire." Clenching his jaw, he dug his knees into the bed to thrust harder.
The prince's moan grew continuous. He's on the edge.
So was Cas. Never felt pressure like this. His cock throbbed with each of his heartbeats.
"About to come, demon! Can't last . . ."
Holding the vampire's gaze, he said, "Do you want my spend inside you?" His free hand trailed down his mate's belly.
Mirceo panted in anticipation. "Gods yes, give it to me, demon!"
"Then wring it from me," Cas commanded. "Take it from me with your tight little ass." He curled his oiled fingers around Mirceo's shaft. Right as he plunged, he stroked.
"My gods! Fuck, yes!" Mirceo's agonized expression transformed to one of ecstasy. "YES!" His cock jerked, then began to spurt between them--would've caught Mirceo's face, if not for Cas's hand. "DEMON!"
He wrenched yells from Mirceo's lungs and cum from his rod. With each surging jet of seed, Mirceo's ass contracted all along Cas's length.
Cataclysmic. He gave a savage bellow. "Fucking feel you!"
Still coming, Mirceo yelled, "Mark me; do it!"
Cas's demonic gaze locked on the flesh of Mirceo's neck. "Mine!" He whipped his head forward and sank his fangs into his mate.
Marking him. Possessing him. Taking them past a boundary they could never return to.
Mirceo arched and writhed beneath him. "YES, YES!"
Cas snarled against the vampire's throat. With one brutal thrust, that throbbing pressure in his cock gave way.
As his demon seal vanished, Cas's eyes flashed open wide. It's happening. Erupting in a searing rush of semen, he claimed his mate forever. . . .
TWENTY-NINE
The vampire slept against his chest.
As Cas brushed Mirceo's silken hair from his spellbinding face, his demon instincts were at rest.
My mate is with me. Happy. Healthy. Safe.
Claimed. Cas was ready to seize their destiny together--whatever that might bring.
He'd told Mirceo, May the gods help any pups with you as a father, but now his opinion had changed. After all, Mirceo had already raised one child: Kosmina. He was strong, and he was fun--pups would adore him. I should be so lucky to raise a family with him.
Cas would provide the structure, Mirceo the heart.
And while biological offspring had once seemed so important, couldn't he and the vampire raise some foundlings as well?