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Karter

More Than Blood & Their Blood

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More Than Blood Scene (Chapter 16)

"We are nowhere near done."

Karter tried to nod, but his head felt too heavy. He was sure if Eddison hadn't been holding his head it would have fallen back down. It took all of his strength just to stay upright on his knees. Fingers ran through his hair before they disappeared. He opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them. Eddison wasn't in sight. A touch to his still aching back made him jump.

"This time, I will be going to the back and front," Eddison said in a nearly-whispered tone.

Karter shivered when he felt the metal pieces. They weren't silver since they didn't burn against his skin. Eddison walked around him. Karter's eyes followed him until he went behind him. He didn't strike right away, just circling around Karter a few times. Karter held his breath in anticipation. He almost shouted for Eddison to do it already.

He had to be fucked in the head.

The first strike made him topple over, the metal pieces tearing his skin. He screamed out in pain. Eddison waited until he pushed himself back onto his knees. As soon as he was upright again, another blow came down on his chest. Karter saw the three-tailed whip and each end had three triangle-shaped metal pieces attached. The pieces of metal scraped against his chest, leaving red slashes that resembled claw marks. Karter stayed up on his knees. His chest bleeding, he pulled his head up and looked squarely at Eddison.

Fucking mistake.

Eddison looked sexy as fuck. How in the hell did someone look so good with rolled up sleeves, blood splattered all over, hair slightly disheveled, and a grin that should have scared Karter but only turned him on?

How the hell was he getting hard for this?

He couldn't deny it, and he didn't want to try and think of the whys.

Why do some people put pineapple on pizza? Could he compare this to pizza? Was he losing his fucking mind?

Probably.

Eddison put the whip down. Karter moaned as Eddison's hand traced over the scratches that were still bleeding. Karter watched as Eddison brought his bloody fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Karter moaned as if it was him Eddison was licking and not his fingers. Fuck, he was jealous of some damn fingers.

"I like your hair, but it will be ruined if I don't put it up. Unless you can make your hair grow faster?"

Karter, still transfixed on Eddison's mouth, was lost for words for a second. "No, I can't," he said.

Was that his voice? He sounded breathless and so small. Eddison nodded as he gathered up all of Karter's hair. He gently tied it up, the gentleness a drastic difference to what Eddison had been doing with the whip.

"There, now I won't have to worry about slicing hair off on accident." Eddison stepped back from Karter, and he went to grab the three-tailed whip again. Karter’s breathing picked back up, but now that he knew what it felt like, he would be able to handle it.

Or so he thought. The new strikes were harder than the ones before, as if Eddison had been giving him a warm-up before really getting into it. Karter cried out as Eddison continued his assault. Like before, Karter wasn’t able to grasp anything. His vision swam and his body shook. Blood poured from wounds, and the sound of the whip slicing through the air was his only warning, but even that sound was blocked out. All he could hear was the rushing of his own blood as his heart beat out of control.

He felt hands on his face, and he opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, tears blinding him from seeing Eddison’s face as it peered down at him.

"You're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined," Eddison said.

Karter stared, lost, unsure what to say or do. His whole body ached; there wasn't a spot on him that didn't hurt. 

 
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Cambridge & Rome
Addicted to His Blood & Our Blood

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Our Blood (Chapter 15 Rome)

 

“I was thinking about last time,” Rome whispered.

“What about last time?”

Rome’s face heated. Cambridge couldn’t be seriously asking him such an embarrassing question.

“Answer me,” Cambridge commanded.

Rome’s heart fluttered, and his stomach tightened. Heat enveloped his face.

“The way you hurt me,” he finally forced out.

“What about it? Did you like it?”

Was Cambridge intentionally trying to embarrass him? Rome tried to pull away, but Cambridge placed an arm around his waist, and just like that, he was trapped. His heart raced, and his mouth went dry, and still, his cock started to get hard. Great, one door opened, and the others felt the need to unlock.

Rome squeezed his eyes shut. “I did.” He hung his head, and his cock pressed heavily against the zipper of his pants.

Cambridge hummed, and his voice dipped lower. “I know,” he whispered against Rome’s ear.

Of course he does. Rome squeezed his eyes shut, wanting more and for it to all go away at the same time.

“Come on,” Cambridge said. He let Rome go and walked ahead, heading to his bedroom.

Rome could stay right there, and he was sure Cambridge would leave him be, but Rome wanted to find out more of this need inside of him. He gave in and followed behind the vampire, each step getting easier and easier until suddenly, he was back in Cambridge’s room. Air sawed in and out of his lungs as if he’d run a marathon instead of walking up a flight of stairs.

“Strip down,” Cambridge said.

Rome closed his eyes for a second; it would be just like the time before. He stripped out of his clothes and folded them to the side to give his brain a little more time to come to terms with what he was doing. It wasn’t like the first time when he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. But still, his stomach knotted, and he slowly rose back up.

Being a werewolf, nudity was normal, but standing there in front of Cambridge without an item of clothing on felt very different. His eyes roamed all over Rome, and he fought with his natural instincts to cover up. His cock was hard already, and they hadn’t even started.

“I bought you a few items to put on,” Cambridge said.

What? Rome’s head jerked up, and he stared at the vampire. It wasn’t going to be like last time. His heart began to race again, and Rome chewed on his bottom lip. Although he was cautious, his curiosity far outweighed it.

He stepped toward Cambridge to see what he’d bought. The moment Rome’s eyes laid on the items, his face heated up.

“Put them on,” Cambridge commanded.

Rome was practically panting, and he wanted to chastise himself. How could he possibly be into this? Faith’s words fluttered around in his head. “There is nothing wrong with what you’re seeking out from him if it’s consensual. Many people turn their trauma into a kink. It helps them cope in different ways, and as werewolves, we are more accepting of pain.”

He grabbed the lacy panties and grimaced. They were going to be too tight, and his treacherous cock jumped as if it was excited to be trapped in the itchy material. Rome slipped them on.