Inside, he stood by the conference table, the soft thud of his vest hitting the wooden surface. His fingers hooked the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly, fabric peeling away to reveal the taut lines of his abdomen. My gaze followed the motion, tracing the way the fabric skimmed over his frame, each inch exposing more of the bulk muscle beneath.

My breath hitched.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I locked the door behind me, stepping closer.

“You can’t feed on my neck—it’s too obvious. And I need at least one arm in peak condition.” He took my wrist, pressing my palm against the center of his chest before dragging it downward. “Anywhere here. Take your pick.”

I bit my lower lip, fingers tracing the heat of his skin, mapping every curve of his chest and stomach with deliberate slowness. My body was torn between the craving for his blood, the horny tension coiling low in my body, and my skepticism on how we ended up here—him being my willing bloodbag.

His breath hitched as my touch drifted lower, following the faint line of hair disappearing beneath his waistband, fingertips teasing just underneath. I heard it—felt it. The steady pulse of his blood, the way his heartbeat quickened beneath my touch as my fingers traced over his skin.

Atash’s grip tightened around my wrist. “Don’t even think about it.” His voice had dropped, husky.

“You’re not even a little curious?” My fingers trailed lower, teasing. “Your cocks running purely on blood now. So if I sank my fangs in, would it trigger detumescence—vasoconstriction cutting off the blood flow, leaving you soft and pathetic?” My touch pressed against the hardened base of his cock, lingering. “Or would the autonomic response override it, letting tumescence hold... assuming you didn’t cum by then?”

“Is this your idea of dirty talk? Pretending I’m some subject to analyze.” His tone was strained, his body reacting despite himself, eyes slipping shut for half a second as I began to stroke him.

“That depends. Is it working?”

“You’re not biting my dick.”

“Afraid you’ll underperform?” My fingers stroked faster, swirling over the swollen tip of his cock, smearing arousal along his shaft. I leaned in, my breath warm against his ear. “Or are you worried there won’t be enough for me to bite?”

Atash’s breath hitched, but he still managed a scoff. “You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who followed me in here just to put me in their mouth.”

I tightened my grip, drawing another ragged breath from him. “I want to know why you keep offering yourself to me. What do you get out of this besides being at risk of hypovolemia?”

“For someone so smart—fuck,” he broke off with a moan, his body tensing beneath my touch. “You’re so fucking stupid... I have no ulterior motives. I just like you.”

My movements faltered. “You like me?”

“Kieran, if I didn’t like you, I would’ve bent you over this table already. Instead, I’m letting you torture me.” His hand slid to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a firm grip. “Though I have to admit, I like this new method of interrogation.”

His lips crashed into mine, and I swallowed his next breath as my hand resumed its pace, dragging another moan from his throat. I let the distraction take hold, my tongue slipping past his lips, savoring him. If I couldn’t give in to the hunger for his blood, I’d devour him like this instead. Maybe, just maybe, sex could rival the taste of blood.

I sank to my knees, fingers working his buckle before flicking open the button of his pants. I hadn’t given much thought to what he was packing before this. I wasn’t disappointed. My hand wrapped around his cock, my tongue dragging along the length, eyes locked on his face, tracking every reaction. “Is this really as hard as you can get?” My lips hovered just above him, teasing. “At least there’s enough here for me to bite.”

His fingers threaded through my hair, pushing it back with a slow, deliberate touch. “I’ll make you choke on it,” he murmured, voice low, controlled—barely. His cock twitched in my grasp. If I was right about this, about his body’s reactions...

I tested the waters. “Vampires surpass humans in every way.” I took the tip of him into my mouth, sucking lightly, letting the taste of salt and heat spread across my tongue. “A lesser being like you should know their place, shouldn’t they?”

His jaw tightened, breath sharpening, lips parting just slightly—there it is.

He likes this type of shit.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. “You should feel honored I’m even giving you attention like this.” His grip in my hair tightened—fuck, he was getting harder. The bigger, the more distracting. “Be good, and I might reward you, human.”

I took him in fully, my lips stretching around him, tongue mapping every vein, every ridge, every pulse. His body responded instantly—muscles tensing, breath hitching. The weight of him against my tongue sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my own cock straining against my pants, dampness seeping into my briefs. The plush tip of him grazed the roof of my mouth, and I let my throat relax, taking him deeper.

My hand cupped his balls, thumb tracing the sensitive curves before squeezing just enough to make him react.

“Fuck, Kieran,” he rasped, voice rough with need.

My head moved in a steady rhythm, lips stretched tight around him, one hand stroking where my mouth couldn’t reach, the other teasing his balls with calculated precision. His hips met my pace, subtle at first, then more insistent. The strain pulled at the corners of my mouth, the wet sounds between us filling the quiet. His breathing turned ragged, rough moans escaping his lips.

Come on, big boy, cum already.

As if on cue, his balls tightened, cock swelling against my tongue. His grip in my hair turned punishing as he took control, using me to push himself over the edge. Warm pulses of cum shot down my throat, his cock twitching with each release, testing the limits of my reflex. He didn’t pull away. He held me there, forcing me to take it all as he rode out his climax.

I pressed a hand against his thigh, a silent tap-out. My lungs burned, but I breathed through my nose, looking up to meet honey-hued eyes darkened with satisfaction. A smirk curled his lips.

“What’s wrong? Too big for your mouth?” His thumb brushed the side of my mouth, dragging my lip up to expose a fang. “And you managed not to use teeth.”

My fingers tightened around his balls in warning, grip turning merciless by the second. His breath hitched—half pleasure, half alarm—before he finally relented, letting me go. I coughed, swiping the back of my hand across my chin, wiping away the slick evidence of my efforts. “Consider it part of your reward,” I murmured, rising to my feet.

“Part of?”

“How long does it take for you to get hard again?”

“Huh?”

I dragged my zipper down.

“Oh.” A beat of silence, then a quiet, dawning realization as his hands faltered on tucking himself away. “Uh-doesn’t take too long-”

“Undress,” My voice left no room for hesitation.

He hesitated anyway. “What if someone needs this room and unlocks it?”

“You’re my handler, aren’t you? Figure out an explanation on why your dicks in your vampire.” One hand braced on the table, the other slicked with saliva as I reached back, prepping myself, presenting. 

The urge crept back, sharp and insistent. Every pulse of blood in Ash’s body thrummed in my ears, my senses honing in on its flow. I had the strength now—I could take him down, pin him beneath me, drain him dry if I wanted.

But I didn’t.

Distract me, the words lingered on my tongue but never made it past my lips. 

Warmth crowded behind me. Rough hands gripped my hips, thumbs pressing into the curve of my ass. His palms spread me open as he watched me work myself, his breath heavy, anticipation thick in the air between us.

Saliva dripped down onto my fingers, slicking my entrance further. Behind me, his cock pressed against the back of my leg, thick and hard.

I slipped my fingers out, bracing both hands against the table. “Think you can handle this, or should I find another human? Maybe a vampire, at least then we’d be on equal—”

A sharp press to my back cut me off as he slammed me down against the table.

“It’s a good thing you aren’t human anymore,” he muttered, his voice rough against my ear. “Means I don’t have to hold back. You might be a vamp, but you’re still a C-rank.” His grip tightened on my hips. “Normally, I’d use a condom, but... you know how we are with protocols.”

His cock pressed against me—no warning, no easing in, just the blunt force of him splitting me open. My body tried to resist, muscles clenching in protest, but he kept going, pushing through until I felt him in my gut.

Then he pulled out just to slam back in, my thighs hitting the table's edge as he held me down, forcing me to take it. The room filled with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the friction stealing my breath, unraveling my thoughts.

This was what I wanted—relentless, brutal, overwhelming.

“Harder,” I demanded, already on the edge, my cock untouched yet aching. I’m going to fucken cum soon already. My body was too sensitive now, betraying me too easily.

His hands wrapped around my wrists, yanking them behind my back. My chest lifted slightly from the table with each thrust, my body arching as he speared into me, hitting every spot with devastatingly delicious precision.

“You better not cum yet,” I moaned. “Actually—don't cum at all. I already let you finish once today.”

“Do you always talk this fucking much?”

“Clearly... you like it,” I breathed.

A rough laugh, then he pulled out, flipping me onto my back with a force that sent the air rushing from my lungs. His body loomed over mine, his gaze dark, hungry. I barely had time to sit up before his hands gripped my hips, yanking me to the edge of the table. For a second, I thought I’d pushed too far, misread his reactions. 

“Clearly, you like being tossed around.” He thrust back into me, dragging a groan from my throat. “The least you can do is look at the filthy human you’re so eager to spread your ass for.”

Then his grip tightened, his pace ruthless as he drove into me, my arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him, pulling him closer as he fucked me open.

My fingers tangled in his hair as my lips ghosted over his neck, heat radiating off his skin. Fuck. We shouldn’t have moved into this position. He was deep, relentless, hitting places that had me teetering on the edge. But with his pulse so close, the temptation to sink my fangs into him was unbearable.

I tilted my head back, forcing distance, forcing focus. My hips met his, rolling into each thrust. Nails dug into his back, into his scalp, as the pressure coiled low in my stomach. Every nerve sharpened, my skin hypersensitive, the tight pull in my testicles cresting into a full-body shudder. My cock pulsed between us, the slick head dragging over the ridges of his abdomen as I came, cum spilling between our bodies.

But then—another scent cut through the air.

Rich, metallic, unmistakable. Blood. His blood.

“Ah-yeah, so,” Ash exhaled a shaky breath. “You basically have claws now… Mind getting them out of me?”

My hand hovered between us, my nails streaked with his blood. I stared, a sick coil of shame twisting in my gut, snuffing out any remaining arousal despite the fact that he was still buried inside me. The urge clawed at me—I wanted to taste it, to drag my fingers into my mouth and savor him.

“For fuck’s sake, Kieran.”

His fingers wove into my hair, tilting my head back before shoving me into the crook of his neck. His grip receded, bracing against the table. “If you want it, then take it.”

My tongue traced the line of his throat, and his cock twitched inside me. The second my fangs pierced his skin, warmth flooded my mouth, rich and intoxicating. His breath hitched, his hips rocking into mine, thrusting slow and deep as I drank.

The world blurred. Heat pulsed through my veins, every nerve alight. His taste was everything—sweet, metallic, electric. It drowned out the ache in my muscles, the soreness in my ass, the overstimulation from before. 

I barely registered his voice. “Kier—wait,”

All I wanted was more—

But then a different heat spread inside me. A pulse, a twitch. My vision snapped back into focus as I felt it—Ash’s cum filling me, his cock buried to the hilt as he groaned into my ear.

I pulled back, my lips slick with blood, gaze locking onto his. A flush burned high on his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to finish in you.”

Before I could respond, his body wavered. The color drained from his face, his balance tipping.

“Shit,” I muttered, my arms and legs tightening around him, keeping him upright as his weight slumped against me.

His forehead dropped onto my shoulder. “I’m.. Sorry for cumming,” he mumbled.

I scoffed. “We have bigger problems.” This idiot had lost too much blood because of me, and that’s what he was worried about?

I took stock of the situation—Atash, barely able to hold himself up. Me, pinned under him, full of cum. The table, streaked in sweat and mess. Probably the floor too.

I tapped his cheek lightly. “Hey. You live on headquarters or off?”

“On…” he mumbled into my shirt. “C12.”

Great. I had to drag his heavy ass to the third floor of the Hunter living quarters. Yeah, this wouldn’t be weird at all.