Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

reached up and stroked it, wanting Luke to enjoy the moment. He tasted like ambrosia, the addictive flavor igniting every nerve in Charlie's body. But before he took too much, he drew back, blood tricking on his chin.
    Eyes glazed with passion, Luke stared down at him. "Fuck me…" he pleaded, raising his knees to expose himself, drawing a lustful groan from Charlie.
    Just as eager, Charlie placed his hand under one of those thick, powerful legs, his nightwalker strength pushing it up effortlessly despite their dramatic difference in size. He dove below to spread the wetness of the blood and his saliva over Luke's hole. The dark taste of his rim, the teasing hairs, and the way he twitched as Charlie worked him, spurred his lust.
    Red stained the white sheets, trailing from the bite wound and down Luke's groin in a bright scarlet line. The scent of it made Charlie impatient to claim him, be inside the man he'd bonded himself to by blood. He sat back, searching the drawer of the bed stand for lube, the place all men stored the vital sex supply. Finding it, he slathered his dick then pushed Luke's legs apart, arrowing his cock at his lush hole. The tightness fought him for a moment, but with a few careful thrusts he slid inside Luke's snug chute, the heat and tightness wracking his body with passionate tremors.
    "Oh," he moaned, creating a rhythm, moving his hips at an angle to stimulate Luke's prostate. "So good…"
    Grunting with every push inside, Luke reached up and stroked Charlie's face. "So right…"
    Their eyes locked and they both smiled. Feeling at peace, Charlie placed a hand over Luke's. He drank in his lover's beautiful face, wondering if it would always be like this for them. He didn't know, but deep in his heart and in his soul, he did want there to be an always.
    Had he gone crazy?
    With Luke smiling at him, gaze wanton, open and vulnerable, Charlie decided he didn't really care. He wanted this bond. It felt like the only thing he'd ever done right in all his days.
    Releasing Luke's hand, he put his wrist to his mouth. He hadn't bothered to put his fangs away—his lover knew who and what he was—and he sank them into his flesh, reopening the wound from earlier.
    Luke watched him do it, licking his lips. When Charlie brought that open wrist to his mouth the man went wild. A novice no longer and knowing what pleasure it could bring them both, he gripped him hard and sucked deep. Charlie cried out as ecstasy blazed inside him. Luke shuddered as he, too, felt the connection of their sire bond. Like a million tiny lights bursting into darkness, an opening of the heavens.
    The bond between them intertwined their souls, uniting them like nothing else.
    Though he prided himself on his prowess in bed, it ended all too soon. Luke's wanton moves, his tight ass, the hairy feel of his thighs, the savage way he fed, the union of their hearts. It all pushed Charlie over. With a gasp, he pulled his arm away. Luke's head fell back, blood running down his chin.
    Charlie seized his thighs and a few hard jabs brought him to release. Luke was fast to join him. Spitting on his hand and jerking his cock until cum sprayed them both, adding to the mess of red blood.
    Gasping and spent, he licked Luke's face clean. His new lover returned the favor, long slow kisses carrying them as they came down. Charlie slid from his body, but stayed between those powerful thighs.
    Luke stroked his cheek, drawing him away so he could look at him. There was fear in those green eyes which stabbed at Charlie's heart. "You gonna stay for a while?"
    Charlie let out a sigh. "I shouldn't. The Feds are after me, but I can't leave…I can't …" His voice trembled with confusion and Luke drew him into a tight embrace.
    "Good, I don't want you to leave. Ever."
    "Luke?"
    "Yeah?"
    "This feels right, doesn't it?"
    "Aye, it does."
    Charlie snuggled into the bigger man's arms, resting his head on his wonderful hairy chest. Little drops of blood stained his skin, and he twirled the hairs there. "That frightens me."
    Pulling him closer, Luke wrapped a leg around him. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
     
    CHAPTER 5
    Two weeks into a blissed out honeymoon phase, Charlie was still living with Luke in his flat. He couldn't quite explain it, but they had fallen into a natural ease, as if they had known each other all their lives. His new lover had a lot of questions about nightwalkers and Charlie did his best to answer them. It should've been odd opening up