Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

were glowing.
    "I have people after me," he argued. "I would be placing you in danger…."
    "We'll manage. I'm safe with you here," Luke whispered. "I haven't felt this way in a long time. Betty was right. You were sent for me."
    Pulse pounding, Charlie's fangs dropped fully at Luke's sultry tone and everything went grey with lust. He still couldn't accept this was actually happening to him. He was never this lucky. "I am a monster for all intents and purposes, how can you feel safe with me?"
    Luke leaned in, inhaling the scent from Charlie's neck and exposing the vulnerable tender flesh covering his aorta. He could see the red blood pulsing, hard and fast—the only thing his nightwalker vision could see when so close to feeding.
    Oh fuck, he wanted to taste him so bad…
    "You will never hurt me. You can't," Luke said, his breath tickling Charlie's ear.
    "No," he agreed quietly. "I can't hurt you."
    Cautiously, he reached out to caress those vast muscles in front of him…so warm and firm. The hair teased his fingertips and Luke shivered beneath the exploring touch. He had no clue how to process the emotions going on inside him. "I'm worried about you having that grimoire."
    "You can fixate on that damn spell book all you like. But we both know you are here for me , not some papers," Luke said, boldly licking across his jaw. "I want you to feed from me, Charlie. Make love to me…."
    He moaned. Nuzzling the guy's neck, he couldn't deny he'd been compelled to come to this place to meet Luke. Everything felt so right. This moment, this man. As if he had been waiting all his life to stand here with Luke, to be intoxicated by the way he smelled, to hear the sound of his voice, feel his body heat, taste him…his fangs ached and his mouth opened. Drawing nearer to Luke, he paused just shy of warm flesh.
    "Do it," Luke pleaded, his voice taking on a desperate whine. "Bite me, fuck me. If I don't feel you inside me soon, I swear I'll die."
    A shudder wracked him. That was more than any nightwalker could be expected to resist.
    Taking one big hand in his, Charlie led Luke to the bed. They hardly knew each other, but he supposed that would come in time. All he needed to understand right now was Luke belonged to him—whether Fate or some old witch had deemed it so, he didn't really care anymore.
    He wanted Luke.
    Head spinning and stomach burning with a sudden, painful hunger, his dick had grown so hard it hurt. His teeth hurt, too, desperate for what Luke offered so freely. Charlie pressed him onto his back and stretched out on top, relishing the heat of his body and the prickle of chest hair. He raised his lip to expose his fangs and his vision went grey as the nightwalker genes kicked in. Luke did not flinch at the flash of his eyes. Rather, his face turned wanton with need. He'd experience the joy of a blood exchange already, the ecstasy, and unlike every other human Charlie had fed from, Luke remembered him. It was erotic, thrilling to be with a lover, not just a man he fed from then fucked. To savor a passion only time together could richen was something Charlie had never experienced before.
    Splaying his hands over Luke's chest, he ran them down the broad, hairy expanse, eyes on his face, ruddy with desire. He trailed his fangs gently down his skin, delighting in the power he held over the bigger man, how badly he could see in Luke's eyes that he wanted Charlie. Not because he had bewitched his mind so he could feed. But because he saw Charlie and wanted him anyway.
    He slid Luke's jeans off, delighting in his first glimpse of the cock he'd only felt against his body. Wrapping his lips around his fangs so he could nibble on his foreskin without hurting the delicate skin, Charlie went down on him. Luke came alive beneath him, writhing and groaning with relief. Pumping his shaft, he licked the tip, all too aware of the blood engorging it, such a delicious nectar only a few bites away. Burying his face in Luke's groin, feeling the bushy thatch of hair prickling his cheeks, Charlie's mouth watered to taste.
    "Please," his lover begged. "Just do it…"
    With a starved hiss, Charlie sank his teeth into the V between his thigh and groin.
    Luke twitched from the initial sting but soon began to moan. Hot, delicious liquid flowed over Charlie's tongue, warming his insides, fueling his own erection, easing the hunger and pain. Nothing had ever been so sweet. He sucked hard, Luke's erect dick bobbing warm by his cheek. He