Shadow's Seduction (The Dacians #2)(13)

With each new beat of his heart, Mirceo grew harder and more impatient with Caspion’s stubborn beliefs. If Mirceo’s mate was the demon, the reverse was likely true as well.

Mirceo believed Caspion would lose his demon seal deep within a vampire’s body. Mine. “Still believe your fated one will be female? Yet you didn’t find her in our . . . five hundred years apart?”

“I know demons who waited millennia. It will happen for me.”

Oh, it has. “I’m in a bit of a hurry, sweetheart.” Mirceo’s breaths had grown ragged. His chest felt like it’d explode, his control in shreds. “I won’t be able to fight fair.” He would use any means necessary, any weapon at his disposal. He licked a fang as a memory from their month together arose.

In one orgy, Caspion and Mirceo had watched in drunken amazement as a Horde vampire delivered frenzied orgasms to one partner after another—with naught but his bloodied fangs.

Mirceo murmured to Caspion, “Gods I wish biting was no longer taboo. I ache to experience it. I’d risk the memories for just one taste of flesh.”

Caspion couldn’t seem to look away from the scene, had grown stiff as steel. “No one can resist him.”

Mirceo whispered in his ear, “I should drink you thus. I bet I could make you come before I took my fill.”

Having to clear his throat, Caspion joked, “If you handled my horns at the same time, I might not even stop you.”

Now Mirceo thought: Sounds like a plan. His first bite.

Caspion narrowed his eyes. “Fighting fair? What are you talking about?”

To take the demon’s warm wine at last . . . Mirceo teleported behind him, seizing his horns with both hands to yank Caspion’s head back. Bronzed skin gloved Mirceo’s throbbing fangs as he pierced the demon’s neck. “Uhn!”

“The fuck, vampire???”

Mirceo sucked. Found a hot, wet heaven.

“Ahhh!” A bellow burst from Caspion’s lungs, vibrating Mirceo’s sensitive fangs.

The demon’s rich blood was as exquisite as everything else about him. It seared Mirceo’s veins, expanding them—as if he’d never lived until the demon’s essence flooded him.

I’ll drink him forever.

“Ah, gods! Kill you for this!” Caspion reached back to grip Mirceo’s hair. But instead of flinging him away, the demon shoved Mirceo’s fangs even deeper. “Enjoy it, leech.” Caspion’s hips rocked. “Last time . . . you feed . . . from my body.”

Mirceo released one horn to rip that towel away. Hand snaking around Caspion’s hip, he grasped his mate’s shaft. Hard as granite. He snarled against the demon’s neck.

With a defeated groan, Caspion bucked into his grip. “Make me come, you prick. Make me come, make me come.” With each thrust, Caspion’s sculpted ass clenched.

Mirceo ground his engorged cock against it. Though desperate to penetrate Caspion, he would never push his luck thus. He planned to spill right in his pants with a smile on his face.

The demon’s leather scent made him light-headed; his sultry blood made him drunk. Mirceo sucked, he ground, he jacked his mate. Pressure built and built. He imagined Caspion pounding into him with his thick, veined length— Done.

Finished.

Mirceo couldn’t hold back his seed, lost all sexual control. As his member began pumping cum inside his pants, he released his bite to throw back his head. He bellowed to the ceiling as he ejaculated, torrents so powerful he shuddered in awe.

The demon tensed against him, yelling, “Ah, gods, gods. About to come! GODS!” His rod grew scalding against Mirceo’s palm as friction built. Caspion’s chest heaved with breaths, his exhalations hoarse.

Mirceo rasped at his ear, “Fuck my fist, beautiful. Come hard for me.”

Caspion’s cock pulsed in Mirceo’s grip as he culminated in his dry demon release. “FUCK! COMING!” Orgasming over and over, Caspion gave brutal demonic roars, shaking the small room till dust rained from the ceiling. . . .

Mirceo wanted this moment to last forever. As they drifted down from that high, he milked the last of his mate’s release, then lazily fondled the demon’s semihard shaft.

If Caspion had felt even a fraction of Mirceo’s pleasure, the demon should be in love with him directly.

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Cas twisted and flung himself out of the vampire’s grip. “Now you die.” He’d despised this smirking leech before he’d come his brains out.

Even as Cas shoved Mirceo against the tiled wall, part of him acknowledged a shameful truth.

He’d waited half a millennium to release like that.

Hate him! Cas drew back his fist and launched it at Mirceo’s too-perfect face, telling himself he liked the grunt of pain that followed. So why had he pulled his punch?

Blood flowed from the vampire’s lip. My fucking blood! Stolen from his pierced neck.

Mirceo made a show of licking his lips. “Ambrosia. I’ll suck you till eternity, sweetheart.”

“Never call me that again!” Another punch connected with Mirceo’s jaw.

The vampire took it, seeming proud to accept the blow. “My mate’s gotten wickedly strong. We’ll make a great couple.”

What was he talking about? Cas launched his fist with all his strength— Mirceo traced to the side.