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Reckless Abandonment	By : bsoffia Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Richard’s mouth stretched in a wide cocky grin the instant Jean-Claude surrendered and relaxed in his arms. He never doubted the vampire would give in to his demands. Jean-Claude made no secret that he had lusted after the wolf since the day they met. HE was the one who refused to acknowledge it. And now that he wanted him, he knew the vampire did not posses the will to resist him.
His grin turned into a self-satisfied smirk when the vampire whimpered and writhed beneath him. He broke the kiss and studied the beautiful man pinned under him. Jean-Claude’s midnight blue eyes were shut and his swollen lips were parted enticingly, waiting for the next kiss. Richard sighed happily. He had the Master of the City exactly where he wanted him.
He growled and plundered those perfect lips with his own. He didn’t care that he bruised those lips; it never registered that his teeth tore into Jean-Claude’s mouth. He didn’t taste the blood. He only felt the sensations that ripped through his body when their mouths crashed together.
Anita had told him that Jean-Claude’s kiss could do incredible things to the body, but he’d dismissed all of that as vampire hype. No one’s kiss could be THAT good. But now he knew different, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. Jean-Claude’s kiss fed his soul and warmed him from within, and he briefly wondered what that same kiss would be like without any shielding between them.
Richard groaned into the vampire’s mouth and broke the kiss. But before he could catch his breath, Jean-Claude reached out and massaged his hard member under his faded denim jeans. He shuddered and choked on a breath.
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that,” Richard protested half-heartedly as his chest heaved. He pushed the vampire’s hand away, scrambled to his feet and removed his shirt. When the garment came off, he blushed, embarrassed by the current state of his body. He’d let himself go in the last six months; his muscle mass was non-existent and his mid-section was soft as a result of too much alcohol. He would fix this. Regular trips to the gym were in order.
He looked shyly at Jean-Claude and resisted the urge to cover his flabby tummy, but the hungry look on vampire’s face dispelled all his fears. Their eyes met and the Master of the City smiled seductively at his wolf. He moved his heated gaze to the bulge in Richard’s pants, and licked his lips slowly and suggestively. The Ulfric struggled with the button fly on his jeans. His fingers were trembling and the buttons were so damn slippery.
Richard kicked away his jeans to find Jean-Claude gloriously naked against the bedpost. He gasped at the vampire’s flawless body; it was pale, perfect and his for tonight. The Master of the City was equally mesmerized. His endless blue eyes danced across the Ulfric’s naked form and finally rested on his face.
“I have missed you, mon loup,” he whispered. The longing on his face made Richard’s heart swell. Jean-Claude missed him. He wanted HIM. And Richard felt terrible about the callous and insensitive things he had said and done.
He stifled a sob and pressed his lips to the vampire’s. Their naked bodies met for the first time without another person between them, and all conscious thought faded from Richard’s mind. The cool tingle of Jean-Claude’s power rippled down his spine and his knees buckled, but the vampire caught him and crushed him to his chest.
“It feels so good to be in your arms,” Richard’s face burned with embarrassment, but his body sizzled with desire. He arms went around the vampire and his trembling fingers traced the scars along Jean-Claude’s back.
The Master of the City smiled and Richard’s heart stopped. It was the most heart-breathtakingly beautiful smile he had ever seen. This must have been what Jean-Claude looked like when he was young, before the darkness came and stole away his innocence.
“Down on the bed, mon loup.” The vampire ordered; his lovely voice thick with desire. He released the wolf and gently placed him on the soft, silk sheets. They rustled silently as Richard crawled to the center of the bed and sprawled shamelessly on his back; his arms and legs spread, his cock throbbing and erect. He whimpered when Jean-Claude straddled him, and thrashed involuntarily when the vampire’s ass rubbed against his groin. He struggled with his building orgasm and forced himself to concentrate on the man sitting on his stomach.
Jean-Claude was like a Greek god; his body a study in perfection. His skin was pale as marble, marred only by the cross-shaped burn scar on his chest. His face was flawless, his eyes captivating, and his lips…
Richard sighed. No mere mortal could compete with such perfection. Why did he even try? He admitted to himself that that was the real reason he had been such a pain. He was jealous. He would compare himself with the vampire when they were in bed with Anita, and he always found himself lacking. But tonight, all that perfection was his to enjoy.
“You are so beautiful,” he heard himself say as he played with a lock of Jean-Claude’s almost waist length hair. The vampire quirked his brow and smiled.
“You are full of surprises this evening, mon loup.” That was all Jean-Claude said before he ran his graceful hands all over Richard’s sensitized skin. His cool touch electrified the wolf and made his blood boil. His fingers went everywhere; he touched everything and committed it to memory. Richard closed his eyes and arched into Jean-Claude’s roaming fingers. The vampire’s touch was divine; it was light, but naughty and so so sinful. He could revel in it forever.
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Richard’s eyes flew open and he gasped. The vampire’s talented hands were stroking the underside of his straining member. Damn! That was quick! A moment ago, Jean-Claude was sitting on his chest gazing down at him. Now, all he could see was the vampire’s pale back peeking through thick black curls… and his very tempting ass.
Saliva pooled in Richard’s mouth and it took all his control not to bite into the glorious flesh in front of him. He hoisted his upper body forwards and tongued the vampire in the ass. Jean-Claude bucked and tightened his grip on the wolf’s cock. It swelled even more and Richard fell back thrashing.
The Ulfric groaned and tilted his hips forward. The vampire’s powerful grip was almost too much and he feared he would blow prematurely. And for it to happen during his first time with Jean-Claude? That would be his worst nightmare. He fought for control. But his body was not the only thing that was out of shape. His neglected libido was on high alert and not listening to his head. His cock pulsed in Jean-Claude’s cool hands and the wolf whimpered again.
The Master of the City eased his grip, but before his lover could let out a relieved sigh, the vampire’s tongue shot out of his mouth and flicked lightly across the tip of the wolf’s throbbing erection. Richard cried out and crushed the sheets in his tightening fists.
Richard turned his mind to mundane thoughts. But nothing could distract him from the intense sensations shooting through his body. They overwhelmed him and dragged him back to the present. Back to what Jean-Claude was doing to him. He shuddered as every inch of his cock was explored by the vampire.
Jean-Claude’s wonderful tongue was relentless; it laved and swirled expertly while his hands pumped to a similar beat. The wolf moaned wantonly when the vampire kissed his balls and sucked one into his warm mouth. Richard couldn’t breathe… he was drowning in ecstasy!
“You’re killing me Jean-Claude!” He cried. “I’m going to fucking explode.”
Jean-Claude smiled again. “It may be best, mon loup, if you allow yourself a small release now. That way you will last longer for what is to come.” Richard’s eyes widened. What exactly was Jean-Claude implying?
“Are you telling me to cum now so I will last longer when I fuck you?” He asked brusquely. He knew he was being presumptuous, but there was no way he was getting fucked tonight. No. He would take the vampire. He wanted to make Jean-Claude scream. His lips curled in a cold smile and he challenged the vampire to deny him. Jean-Claude’s eyes blazed dark blue fire, and for a moment, Richard worried he had gone too far. The knot in his chest loosened when the vampire flashed him a naughty smile and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
“Oui,” Jean-Claude purred into Richard’s mouth. “So you will last longer when you… fuck me,” he added with a smirk. Before the wolf could come up with a suitable response, the vampire grabbed his cock and pumped it roughly with both hands. And then he took the huge member in his mouth and sucked on it.
Richard’s mouth fell open and he screamed. His body jerked off the bed and he couldn’t stop thrusting himself into Jean-Claude’s willing mouth. The vampire held him down and nipped lightly on his penis. Richard cried out again when sharp fangs grazed his erection. Jean-Claude chuckled at the wolf’s extreme reaction. Richard didn’t stand a chance.
It wasn’t long before the Ulfric felt his orgasm building. His large hands ripped the soft sheets and tore into the mattress below. His muscles clenched, his body thrashed and he couldn’t stop screaming. But Jean-Claude didn’t stop. He increased his pace instead and Richard shattered. The wolf reared up and roared when he exploded in Jean-Claude’s mouth.
Richard was happy. His release was so sweet. All he wanted to do now was close his eyes and fall into an after-sex coma. His breathing deepened and his eyes fluttered closed. Jean-Claude frowned. This was so wrong. He wasn’t finished. He pressed one last kiss to Richard’s spent cock and went to work on his body.
The vampire licked, kissed and nibbled his way back up Richard’s stomach and chest. The Ulfric’s eyes remained closed, but his mouth curled into a hungry smile; he was truly addicted to Jean-Claude’s touch. He couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted… needed the vampire close to him all the time.
Jean-Claude worked his way up Richard’s body and nuzzled against his throat. The strong pulse thudded under his cheek; he could smell the blood racing through Richard’s veins. Jean-Claude moaned; his need to feed overwhelming. But he knew his lover wouldn’t approve. Richard never donated blood unless it was absolutely necessary, and he would argue the entire time. The vampire resisted the urge to sink his fangs into that big vein. He planted soft kisses there instead.
“Yes,” Richard moaned softly. He plunged his hands into Jean-Claude’s thick curls and pulled his mouth to his neck. The vampire’s eyes widened in surprise. This was… unusual. He did not expect the wolf to make any more concessions this night. He smiled, gave his lover a quick kiss and then buried his fangs into Richard’s neck. He infused his bite with full power and the wolf’s cock hardened again almost immediately. By the time Jean-Claude disengaged, Richard was ready for round two. He pushed the vampire onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week,” Richard growled, his voice low and husky. Jean-Claude raised his eyebrows and started to speak, but Richard cut him off with a bruising kiss. He knew what he wanted to do and he wouldn’t permit the vampire to protest. He pulled away from Jean-Claude and noted with satisfaction that the vampire’s eyes were glazed with desire. He would get what he deserved tonight.
“Get on your knees!” He ordered harshly.
“If that is your wish, mon loup…” Jean-Claude smiled, rolled onto his stomach and then pushed himself up on his hands and knees.
Richard stared at the vampire’s smooth ass and licked his lips; the pictures that formed in his mind urged him to take Jean-Claude now. And take him hard. But he wanted to enjoy this conquest. He ran his hands down the vampire’s scarred back and fondled the curve of his ass.
Jean-Claude soft, pleading moans urged him on. His fingers found their way between the cheeks to the sensitive bud. This time, the vampire groaned and it wasn’t quite so soft.
“You like that, don’t you,” Richard’s voice was warm and teasing, but his body quivered with anticipation.
“Oui,” Jean-Claude moaned and pressed himself closer to Richard’s hand. He begged for more and the wolf was more than willing to oblige. He repeatedly rubbed his thumb against the vampire’s sensitive spot and smiled to himself when Jean-Claude began trembling.
“Are you ready for me?” Richard asked. He took the following moan as a resounding yes and grazed his tongue across Jean-Claude’s tight opening. Once again he resisted the urge to impale himself into the vampire’s tight ass, but he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. His body was quaking with need. The only thing he wanted right now was to fuck the vampire into oblivion. But he had to prepare Jean-Claude first.
Richard spat into his hand and lubricated his fingers before he slowly parted the vampire’s butt cheeks and pushed a digit inside him. Jean-Claude’s muscles contracted, but before they had time to adjust to the intrusion, Richard pushed another finger inside the vampire and then a third one.
But it wasn’t going as quickly as he thought it would and his control was slipping. Jean-Claude’s ass was so inviting and the sounds he emitted were too irresistible. Richard found it increasingly harder not to just force himself inside the vampire, but he knew it would rip Jean-Claude apart if he wasn’t adequately prepared for his thickness.
Before too long, Richard decided he couldn’t wait anymore. He had no idea if Jean-Claude was ready, but his own cock was throbbing and he needed release.
It was painfully slow at the beginning. His cock stretched Jean-Claude’s tight hole so wide that he feared he was hurting his dark lover, but instead of pulling away, Jean-Claude pushed back against him and struggled to take him fully. Richard swallowed; he couldn’t stand this. With one strong push, he forced himself all the way inside Jean-Claude.
“You are so tight,” Richard grunted as he began to move slowly. Jean-Claude moved with him; he pushed back as Richard thrust forwards. The wolf wrapped his arms around Jean-Claude’s stomach and pulled him into a hug. He rested his head on his lover’s shoulder as he continued his painfully slow rhythm.
“Richard,” Jean-Claude croaked. “You do not need to be careful with me. I assure you I am strong enough to take everything you have to give,” He moved one of Richard’s hands to his own hard on and made the wolf touch him.
That was what Richard wanted to hear. He stroked Jean-Claude with one hand, while his other arm held the vampire close as he tore into him with bone breaking speed. His rhythm got faster and more frenzied with each thrust; his control shattered and his beast surfaced. Richard made a strangled sound in his throat and panicked. But he couldn’t stop. He continued pounding into Jean-Claude and prayed he wouldn’t change.
“I have to drop my shields,” Jean-Claude choked out between Richard’s hard thrusts.
“Do it!” he cried, his voice a mixture of fear and desire. And it was done.
Richard’s mind lit up with erotic images of blood and sex; Jean-Claude with Asher, with Jason, with a thousand different men and women. He drowned, but the pictures kept coming. Jean-Claude having sex, making love, getting fucked, bleeding his lovers, being bled, feeding…
He saw himself pumping into Jean-Claude and the weight of the vampire’s feelings slammed into him. It staggered him. Jean-Claude was brimming over with lust, but his over-riding emotion was love; so warm, so inviting, and so alien to Richard. It made him pause for two seconds and then propelled him over the edge.
Richard growled and tore into Jean-Claude’s shoulder with his teeth. The bite was deep enough to break skin, and the scent of the vampire’s blood filled his head. It drove him wild and his thrusts became inhumanly hard and fast. He didn’t stop to consider the man beneath him; Jean-Claude’s gasps of pain went unheard. Everything vanished except his need and it was all consuming. It was pure desire… stripped down, laid bare, primal, bestial…
He barely noticed when Jean-Claude cried out, shattered in his hand and went still. He slammed into the vampire mercilessly and clutched him tightly as his own orgasm built. It hit him like a bullet to the chest. His mind and cock exploded at the same time; his heart stuttered, his breath deserted him, and the world splintered in front of him. He howled as white lightning streaked across his eyes and everything went dark for a few moments.
Richard fell back into the bed, breathless and sweaty. This was one of the most intense experiences of his life. The rising of his beast scared him at first, but it made him stronger and fueled his earth-shattering orgasm. He smiled softly. Sex with Jean-Claude blew his mind, but more importantly, it eased his soul. He felt peace for the first time in a long time. He decided to keep the vampire.
“That was incredible,” he breathed unevenly and turned to Jean-Claude. The vampire was sprawled on his stomach, his head turned away from his lover.
“Oui, it was...” Jean-Claude said quietly. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned softly.
“What’s wrong?” Richard asked, suddenly worried. He was so crazed he completely forgot about Jean-Claude. He reached over and pulled the vampire closer, his face red with shame.
“Do not worry about me, mon loup,” Jean-Claude gave Richard a kiss, but that did not distract him. He pulled away from the vampire.
“Did I hurt you?” He demanded and stared into the vampire’s eyes. But those swirling sapphire orbs were as blank as Jean-Claude’s face.
“I am fine Richard,” the vampire reached out to him, but Richard wouldn’t go any closer. Jean-Claude was lying. He knew it.
He sighed and glared at the vampire. He tried again, but Jean-Claude refused to say anything. The vampire’s gaze was focused on Richard’s stomach instead. What the hell was so interesting down there? He dropped his eyes and gasped. His cock was coated with blood.
“Jesus Christ! What did I do to you?” He was a monster, or quite possibly insane. Maybe even both. And insane monster… out of control. How could he hurt his lover like that and not even know? Was he really that selfish? And why didn’t Jean-Claude stop him? Surely the vampire was strong enough…
No. It wasn’t Jean-Claude’s fault. It was his. He was crazed and out of control. He should have stopped or slowed down. He knew what he was doing, but he just didn’t care. And then he saw the blood on Jean-Claude’s chest.
“Did I do that too?” He was horrified. He was a monster. Definitely a monster. He was surprised when Jean-Claude gave a quick laugh.
“You flatter yourself, my dearest loup. I have taken much, much more than this and survived. I am almost healed as we speak.” Richard shook his head and refused to accept Jean-Claude’s words. How could be vampire be so calm after everything that happened? He was almost raped and then bitten. He should be mad. He should want revenge. He should… want to kill the man who did this to him.
“I should never have let it get that far. I am such a monster,” he said sadly and tentatively touched the dried blood on the vampire’s chest. It crumbled into flakes under his fingers and disappeared. He rubbed desperately at the remaining crimson spots; he had to remove the stains he placed on his lover’s body. If only he could erase what he had done so easily. Jean-Claude grabbed his hand and held it to his heart.
“Look into my eyes, mon loup,” Richard fell into those dark blue orbs and was suddenly at ease. He knew it wasn’t real, but he didn’t care.
“Never say that again, Richard. You are not a monster…” Jean-Claude’s voice was pure velvet, and so convincing. Richard almost believed him.
“You are strong and powerful, and you should never be ashamed to be who you are. You have to accept yourself; only then can you be truly happy.” He paused and caressed Richard’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“I love you, Richard. I have always loved you, but I fear for you, for us. You hate yourself so much and you have no grasp of what is in your heart. You are more concerned about what people think of you, and not what you need… You may have enjoyed what we did tonight, but there will come a day you will feel shame and flee from me. And it will break my heart.” The vampire gazed longingly at the object of his affection, but his eyes were so sad.
“I need you,” Richard choked out as he struggled to hold back the tears burning behind his eyes. “I cannot survive without you.” The dam burst wide open and tears streamed down his cheeks. He ranted and wailed. He swore and cursed at himself. And then he sobbed brokenly.
Jean-Claude pulled the wolf into a tight embrace and held him close while he broke down. Richard stayed in his arms for a long time while the vampire stroked his back. He was safe there. Jean-Claude knew he suffered, and he understood the guilt he carried inside his heart. But he never judged him. He loved him and supported him. He didn’t deserve the vampire, but he loved him too. And he would never let him go.
“Good evening, mon amour,” Jean-Claude’s voice floated into Richard’s head. He jerked his head from his lover’s chest and saw Asher by the door. The blond vampire’s face was mostly hidden under his lustrous golden mane, but he was too still and his expression was impossible to read.
How long had he been there? What did he see? Richard was freaked. He wasn’t prepared for anyone to find them together like this yet. He pulled away from Jean-Claude and ignored the look of disappointment that flashed across his perfect features.
“Is there something I can do for you, Asher?” Jean-Claude asked softly. He continued to caress Richard’s bare back. The wolf flinched and slid out of reach. Asher narrowed his eyes, turned and left without a word. The door slammed shut behind him. Jean-Claude sat up and started to move off the bed.
“Don’t go!” Richard cried out and grabbed at the vampire. He didn’t want Jean-Claude going to Asher or anyone else. He was with the vampire, and he wasn’t willing to share. Everyone else would just have to get used to that. From now on, the Master of the City was HIS.
He held on to the vampire’s arm with all his strength and prevented him from moving away. And then he said the words he knew would make him stay. “I love you, Jean-Claude. I need you with me now.”
Richard pulled the hesitant vampire into a hug and grinned when Jean-Claude relaxed into the embrace and nuzzled his neck. Oh yes. The Master of the City was putty in his hands…
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