Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

sharp pierce of his incisors into the flesh strung. When the blood began to flow, bright red while everything else went grey, he held his wrist up to Luke's mouth. "Drink."
    Expression hazy with lust and confusion, Luke stared at the redness dripping down Charlie's forearm.
    "Go on," Charlie encouraged, anticipation for what was to come making him impatient, though he didn't want to rush him. He wanted Luke to enjoy this as much as he would.
    Their eyes met again, and something silent passed between them. In that moment Charlie knew, as those beautiful green orbs held him captive, neither of them would ever be the same. With this one act, Charlie would become a total prisoner to a being of the weaker race. He should stop before things got out of hand, but he couldn't bring himself to entertain the idea of leaving Luke injured. Even though a blood exchange would bond them for a while, he had to save this man's life. He had no choice.
    His very soul cried out to protect this human.
    Slowly and never looking away, Luke lowered his head. Tentative at first, he slid his tongue through the wet. When those manly lips touched his skin, Charlie let out a moan. He shifted between his thighs and pressed his arm deeper into Luke's mouth. "Go on, drink. It will heal you."
    Giving in, Luke clamped his lips over the two fang marks, and closed his eyes. Hands shaking, he held Charlie's arm in place and began to suck.
    The sensation that followed drew another hearty moan from Charlie's lips. As if the suction somehow were connected to his groin, his cock grew to full hardness. Luke whimpered, sucking harder. Charlie's entire body shuddered. Arching his back, his mouth fell open in longing while Luke drank. Every nerve ignited with feeling and the blood flowed fast through his limbs, making his dick ache as the blood journeyed to Luke's mouth. He trembled from the intensity of it all and his balls tightened up, like Luke was somehow drawing them up through his suction.
    Wanting more connection, Charlie's hand sought Luke's cock, the long solid heat of his erection causing him to breathe heavy. He stroked him through his jeans, a yearning to get naked, bite him and join their bodies with skin and teeth, consuming him. Gurgling greedily around Charlie's arm, Luke thrust against his touch.
    Blinking through the shadowed vision of hunger, he watched the ecstasy on Luke's face. Then he lowered his gaze to Luke's bleeding side, aware the werewolf bacteria still posed a risk.
    Without hesitation, he dipped his head and licked the wound. Luke winced as if in pain.
    "Keep drinking," Charlie told him, his voice so deep and throaty it did not sound like his own.
    He licked the length of the wound and it tasted tangy and metallic. A hint of beer lingered in his essence, with a faint taste of whiskey, and the poison of the werewolf scratch. Careful to keep his fangs away, he licked the cut again and again, until nothing remained but the sweet taste of Luke.
    Charlie wanted to feed from him, not just heal him, and only knowledge of what that might do held him in check. A nightwalker could sire a human by bonding their spirits with a mutual blood exchange. The nightwalker would receive the vital nutrients to survive and the human would live as long as the nightwalker continued to feed him. But the symbiotic love affair of a sire bond posed its own problems. Having Luke bonded to him would put the man in danger because Charlie had no colony to protect him and the Feds were after him.
    Pulling back before he gave in, Charlie watched as the wound began to heal once the poison had been removed. Slowly, it knitted itself back together. Charlie felt himself growing weaker as Luke drank, similar to the light headed feeling after coming but without the joy of sex. When the wound became soft and pink, but closed, Charlie knew he'd given enough.
    "That's good...," he breathed, trying to break free.
    Luke groaned and clung to him, sucking harder.
    Shuddering, Charlie gasped, his cock hardening more as Luke continued to feed. "No, you have to let go…"
    Moaning, Luke drew back, crimson fluid dribbling down his chin. His eyes were drunk with the lust of feeding and his color had returned, his skin ruddy with health and arousal.
    Joints like jelly, Charlie knew Luke had taken too much. He would have to rest before he could venture out into the night again. He glanced up, ready to push on his thoughts, make him forget what Charlie had done. Humans finding out