“What do you want?” Raul cursed himself after asking the question. Stupid. He shouldn’t have asked that. He should have sent Ji-Su away. Instead, he’d given him an opening to offer to feed him. He watched as a small smile curled those full, pink lips before Ji-Su answered exactly the way he thought he would.
“I want to feed you.”
Ji-Su unzipped his hoodie and let it slip off one shoulder. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath. Raul’s eyes immediatelyfastened on the pale gold shoulder and throat that he’d exposed. His fangs tingled. Determinedly ignoring the feeling, Raul shook his head.
“Did Gloria send you in here?”
“No. I haven’t seen her. But I saw the delivery van and thought I would give you another option.”
“I’m fine using pre-packaged blood for now. Maybe later, once you’re truly comfortable and settled in—.”
Ji-Su cut him off with a sharp shake of his head. “I’m already comfortable and settled in. Let me do this. I’m feeling really jobless right now and I want to contribute or feel useful.” He came closer, walking around the side of the desk to stand next to Raul’s chair. “Please drink from me.”
At the sweetly voiced offer, Raul’s fangs lengthened in his mouth. Fuck. He stood up from his chair and took a step back from Ji-Su. He wanted to drink from him—more than he’d wanted to drink from anyone in recent memory. But his protective instincts told him to wait and let Ji-Su heal. He was about to walk away when Ji-Su put a trembling hand on his arm.
“Please, Raul.”
The light touch kept him in place as easily as if he’d been anchored to the floor. He looked down at Ji-Su. The rush of blood in his veins was such a pretty sound. And his big, dark eyes silently pleaded for him to say yes. Feeling as if he would hurt Ji-Su by continuing to turn him down, Raul gave in to what they both wanted. He slowly wrapped his arms around Ji-Su’s waist and picked him up in a hug so that his mouth was nearly even with Ji-Su’s throat. “Are you sure?”
Ji-Su braced both hands on his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, baring the smooth line of his throat. “I’m sure.”
He shouldn’t do this but...
Raul lowered his head to the spot where Ji-Su’s neck and shoulder met. He brushed his lips over satiny skin, feeling thethrum of his pulse. He waited to see if Ji-Su would flinch as he had the night he’d arrived at the ranch. When he didn’t, Raul bit, his fangs piercing Ji-Su’s skin and sinking into his flesh.
The moment he began to drink, Ji-Su shivered and moaned. Raul almost stopped after the first pull, hoping that single drink would be enough to satisfy both of their needs. But the taste of the blood sliding into his mouth... soft and sweet and warm like the man he held in his arms. Raul groaned. There was no way he could stop. He drank, controlling his breathing, and keeping a tight leash on the passion that wanted to burst free. However, he couldn’t hold back a rough groan, the sound revealing the truth of his arousal.
Closing his eyes, he pressed Ji-Su close to his chest and drank, deeply. Ji-Su trembled against him, his arms winding around his neck to hold on tight. It was as good as Raul had imagined it would be. Better even. Pressed together as they were, he could feel Ji-su’s cock hardening against him. Raul groaned and held Ji-Su tighter.
He loved that his little blood pet was turned on by his bite. And he was turned on too. More than he’d ever been while drinking from a human. His cock stiffened, straining against his jeans, the head growing slick with pre-cum.
Tension and heat coiled tightly together behind his navel. He wanted to slip his hands under Ji-Su’s hoodie and touch the bare skin that was hidden from him. He could easily adjust Ji-Su in his hold so that their cocks could rub together, giving them the friction they needed to push their arousal higher and over the edge into release. Sheer force of will kept his hands where they were and stopped him from lowering Ji-Su to the position he desperately wanted him in.
Far too soon, he was full and content. Energy zinging through his veins, he took a final sip and withdrew his fangs. Opening his eyes, he pulled back and looked at his bite on Ji-Su’sslender throat. Two bright red drops of blood stood out against his pale skin. Holding back another groan at the beautiful sight, he licked up the spilled blood, tongue lingering on warm flesh, then licked over the bite marks to seal them shut.
Raul raised his head to look at the man in his arms. Ji-Su’s dark lashes rested against his cheeks. They slowly lifted and Ji-Su returned his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his dark irises slightly glassy. Ji-Su’s expression made Raul wonder how he would look, blissed out from an orgasm after his bite. His cock throbbed once more at the thought.
“Thank you,” Ji-Su whispered.
Raul stroked a thumb over the bite mark. “No. Thankyou.” He carefully set Ji-Su in the desk chair. “Stay here. I’ll get you water and something to eat.”
He stepped around the side of the desk and crossed the room. His head was so hazy from the feeding he almost smacked himself in the face with the door when he opened it. He closed the door behind him, took two steps, then stopped, standing motionless in the hallway.
He’d never been this strongly affected by a human’s blood. Beneath the feeding haze fogging his head, he felt strong—filled with power. And he was still aroused. It hummed over every inch of his skin. He was hard as a fucking rock, his cock throbbing behind his jeans. He wanted to use his body to repay Ji-Su for the gift he’d given him. Use his mouth to worship him, slide his cock deep inside Ji-Su’s—.
“Are you okay, Mr. Raul?”
Raul snapped out of his daze to see a servant standing in front of him, watching him with concern. He shook his head, trying to clear the arousal clouding his mind. “I’m fine. Just going to the kitchen for Ji-Su.” He started walking again.
“Um. Mr. Raul?”
Raul stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“The kitchen is that way.”
They pointed in the opposite direction from where Raul was headed.
The back of Raul’s ears burned. “Right. Yes. Thank you.”