Blood Deep (Bound in Blood Book 1) (8 page)

“Jesus you two are fucking creepy when you do that.”

Patrick blinked slowly, mind coming back online and he looked up to see Jacob standing in the door way. Glancing over at the couch, he saw Gabriel blink a few times as well before the vampire smiled.

“I take it back, you’re creepy when you smile vamp boy,” Jacob said. Gabriel’s smile turned into a smirk.

“You have no idea, pet.” The word ‘pet’ made Jacob scowl. “But maybe one day you will.” Gabriel stood up from the couch. “I’ve got to run. There’s a delightful little bartender that I am dying to sink my teeth into.”

Patrick could see Jacob’s body tense and he stood up from his chair in case he needed to run interference. Surprisingly, Jacob said nothing as Gabriel gave a little salute before he slipped out of the room.

“Are you okay? Did something happen to—“

Patrick was interrupted by Jacob walking swiftly over to him. He was so stunned that he allowed the other man to push him back into his desk chair, turning it to the side so Jacob could sink to his knees in front of him. Nimble fingers made quick work of his button and zipper and Patrick couldn’t stop the needy groan that fell from his lips when a hand slipped between the open fabric wrapping around his cock.

Jacob shaped Patrick’s cock up and out, releasing it from its loose cage of fabric. He lowered his head, but at the last moment seemed to hesitate.

“Do you want this, Patrick?”

Patrick looked down at Jacob. He was worried that this would ruin the peace that had fallen between them. He was worried that Jacob would regret ever touching him. But perhaps his biggest worry was that once he had a taste of Jacob, he’d never be able to give the other man up. Regardless of his fears, Patrick’s body seemed to make the decision for him as his hips canted upwards trying to move into Jacob’s enticing warmth.

“Then I have to ask you for something.”

“Anything,” Patrick gasped out. One of his hands slid up to tangle in Jacob’s thick dark hair while the other gripped armrest of his chair.

“Another favor.”

“You haven’t even cashed in the first,” Patrick groaned out. He squeezed at the dark strands while trying to keep his hips still.

“I will soon, and when I do, will you let me have it?”

“Yes,” Patrick hissed. He shuddered at the feeling of damp air being blown over his sensitive head.

“Anything?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Patrick’s eyes fell shut as the wet, warm heat of Jacob’s mouth enveloped his cock. He could hear himself moaning loudly, promising Jacob anything and everything, but he couldn’t stop. He’d thought of having the other man’s mouth on him for weeks and now finally it was being fulfilled.

He knew right then with startling clarity that he’d do anything to have it again.

Patrick forced his eyes back open and looked down at Jacob. His mouth went dry at the sight of Jacob’s lips stretched wide around his cock. The other man’s eyes were shut and his cheeks were sunken in with the force he used to suck. The noises he made were needy grunts and groans that sent vibrations down Patrick’s shaft making his thighs twitch with the need to thrust up harder and bury his cock deeper.

The hand in Jacob’s hair went from gripping to stroking as he breathed out gasps and soft praises.

“Your fucking mouth, Jacob. Jesus fuck. I’ve thought about this.”

Jacob groaned tightening his grip on the base of Patrick’s cock. His other hand came up and fondled Patrick’s balls, the skin pulled tight. Jacob looked up into Patrick’s eyes, his own gaze hot and wanton. Patrick couldn’t look away and he could hear himself becoming less articulate with each wet suck on his hard cock until he simply let out moans punctuated by gasps of Jacob’s name. Patrick didn’t want to know how many dicks Jacob had sucked before his own, but he did send up a silent thanks to whoever helped perfect the other man’s skills. Jacob was really good with his mouth, and Patrick could feel his orgasm pushing to get out, his balls pulling up to his body.

“Jacob,” Patrick choked out in warning. He tugged sharply on Jacob’s hair trying to pull the man away from his cock. In response, Jacob went deeper, gagging slightly as the cock hit the back of his throat. He pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head of Patrick’s cock while he stroked what wasn’t in his mouth.

It was the dry tip of Jacob’s finger circling the rim of his asshole that pushed Patrick over though. It was as if the other man had read what he had written in his deepest fantasies and brought it to life. With one last jerk, Patrick fell over the edge and headfirst into climax.

“Jesus.”

Patrick gasped from where he was sprawled out in the chair. He felt boneless after the force of his orgasm, body heavy and strangely vulnerable in the aftermath. He looked down at Jacob in amazement.

“You swallowed.”

Jacob looked up at him from where he was still crouched with a smirk. His hand was still wrapped around Patrick’s now softening dick. “What’s the point in sucking if you’re not going to swallow?”

“Oh…I suppose so.”

“Besides,” Jacob said letting go of Patrick and standing up. He licked his lips. “You taste fucking delicious.”

Patrick shook, his eyes tracking the motion. His cock twitched as if trying to harden again. “You’d probably taste better.”

“Which one? My blood or my come?”

Chapter 6

Jacob immediately wanted to withdraw the question. He wasn’t sure which answer he would prefer hearing even as his tongue rolled against the leftover taste of Patrick’s come in his mouth.

“Truthfully I think both would be equally enjoyable,” Patrick said deadpan. Jacob worried that he’d offended the man, until Patrick’s lips curled into a small smile.

“You are such a dick,” Jacob breathed out. He felt his own lips curl into a smile and shook his head. The past two months living with Patrick had been, dare he say, enjoyable. The vampire had a dry wit that made Jacob laugh and his calm countenance was making Jacob rethink some of the stereotypes he’d always held about vampires. Not once in the past two months did Jacob see Patrick consume human blood, from the source or otherwise. Not even when Gabriel came over with his more than willing bed partner did Patrick’s control waver.

“I fail to see how me having a dick is a bad thing.”

“Never said it was a bad thing, just making an observation,” Jacob said.

Patrick hummed in answer as they lapsed into silence. Jacob could still taste the vampire’s unique flavor coating the back of his throat. It wasn’t unpleasant like the others he’d sampled. Vampires were immune to disease and as such condoms weren’t necessary. That fact combined with their inability to get pregnant or get anyone else pregnant were two of the main reasons why humans often sought them out for bedroom rendezvous. However, due to the blood drinking, their sexual fluids tended to taste more strongly of iron especially if they had fed recently.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy, but what made you…”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “What made me want to give you the blowjob of all blowjobs?”

Patrick snorted. “Yes.”

“Because not once in the past two months did you expect it from me.” Jacob shrugged. “I know that you hired me to be your assistant,” he said crooking his fingers. “But even so, you could have taken advantage and you haven’t.”

“That is a pretty low bar you have set,” Patrick said.

“Maybe so, but all my other clients failed every time.” Jacob walked over to the couch and fell upon it uncaring that his limbs took up all the space. “It’s almost like you’re neutered.”

“Excuse me?”

Jacob looked over at the indignation in Patrick’s voice. The vampire was no longer slouched in his chair, now sitting up and looking intently at Patrick’s prone form.

“Oh don’t sound like that. I just meant that your ironclad control is impressive.”

“I would say thank you, but it doesn’t sound like a compliment when you say it like that,” Patrick said. He tucked his softened cock back into his jeans. “It sounds like a nice backhanded insult.”

Jacob chuckled. “If I wanted to insult you, I wouldn’t bother to make it backhanded.”

“Hmm.”

“Besides, I wish some of your brethren had as much control over their blood-thirsty nature as you. It would make a lot of people’s lives much easier in the long run.” Jacob’s voice grew quiet as he thought over the direction his own life had gone in.

“Why do you hate us so much?”

Jacob looked up at the question. “You mean other than the fact that you vampires kill people?”

“There haven’t been anymore vampire-related homicides than there are normal human-related ones. In fact the actual numbers are—“

“And how would you know that?” Jacob cut him off. “When the perpetrators are faster, stronger and more capable of hiding their victims, how can you be sure that you’ve got the correct numbers?”

“There are vampire police officers, Jacob.”

“Hence another part of the issue. How can anyone be sure that the numbers are being accurately calculated?”

“You make it sound as if humans aren’t corrupt as well,” Patrick said tightly. “Corruption can happen anywhere regardless of one’s—“

“Oh please. It’s widely known that vampires are complete and utter bastards who can’t stand not getting their way.”

“Is that how you really feel about us, Jacob?”

Jacob turned his head to look at Patrick. Something about the other man’s voice was off. When his eyes fell on Patrick he took in a deep breath. The vampire looked positively feral and for the first time, Jacob felt a shiver of fear crawl up his spine when those blue eyes fell on his.

“What?”

“Do you really think we’re all blood thirsty heathens just waiting for you humans to turn your backs so we can pounce?” Patrick stood from the chair, his muscles tense as if primed for action.

“I—“ Jacob’s voice was interrupted by Patrick moving in and crowding him into the couch. Jacob’s arms had been resting above his head, but now he found them trapped beneath one of Patrick’s long-fingered hands. It was startling to realize the vampire’s strength as he normally didn’t display his preternatural abilities.

“Jacob,” Patrick breathed, voice sounding torn. Jacob found himself pushed even more into the cushions of the couch as Patrick pushed his own body firmly on top of him. “I have left you alone and tried to show you that not all vampires are bad, but the idiocy coming out of your mouth now and your inability to see fact from fiction is slowly wearing on me and I can’t—“

Patrick’s free hand slid down and took a firm hold of Jacob’s hip.

“Do you realize the amount of strength it takes not to touch you?” Jacob held his breath as Patrick leaned further against him, cold nose nuzzling along the vulnerable sensitive skin of his neck.

“What the fuck, Patrick?” Jacob turned his head away, unconsciously giving Patrick more room and skin. He trembled slightly at the feeling of a cool tongue licking his pulse point. “What are you doing?” He should put up more of a fight and demand Patrick release him, but something inside him wanted, no,
craved
more.

“I don’t know,” Patrick whined. He loosened his grip on Jacob’s hip and trailed his fingers upward under the other man’s shirt. He groaned at the feeling of Jacob’s abdominal muscles contracting and releasing. Finally he was getting to feel the body that had been so casually paraded in front of him.

Jacob panted as he felt sharp teeth against his jugular. One false move and his blood would come pouring out all over the couch. Somehow that thought didn’t sober him up instead enflaming him even more.

“Jesus Christ,” Jacob groaned. This was unbelievable. Here he was being pushed down with an out of control vampire against his chest and rather than pushing him away, Jacob wanted nothing more than to give up and give in.

The noise seemed to startle Patrick and he moved back slightly loosening his grip on Jacob’s wrists. Jacob opened his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them. Patrick pulling away was the last thing he wanted.

“Jacob, I—“

“If you apologize, I will personally drive a stake through your fucking heart, Patrick,” Jacob growled. He pulled his arms down wrapping them around Patrick’s shoulders and pulling the vampire against him tightly. He could feel Patrick’s lips mouthing along his collarbone and his hips bucked up at the sharp feeling of arousal it produced.

“No, we…” Patrick trailed off taking in the scent of lust and want that was practically radiating off of Jacob. He was trying to resist the temptation, but oh how much he wanted to just let go and sink into Jacob. He could feel the man was hard against his hip and it made his own cock pulse in agreement. “We shouldn’t do this; I shouldn’t do this Jacob.”

Patrick moved until his hands rested at Jacob’s hips pushing himself up as much as the other man’s arms would let him. He pulled his head back until he could see Jacob’s face. The other man was noticeably flushed. Patrick whined as large hands buried themselves in his hair gripping the golden strands tightly.

“I don’t understand why y—“

Equal groans of pleasure echoed through the room as their lips finally met. It was the first; their first kiss despite everything and Jacob felt it to the very depths of his soul. Patrick almost felt like dying with the heat of Jacob’s mouth. Their tongues tangled together floating back and forth from one mouth to the other in a tantalizing dance.

“Damnit Jacob, you really have no idea, do you?” Patrick panted as he pulled back to let Jacob breathe. “You’ll never understand fully what it is you do to me and what I want to do to you.”

Jacob pulled Patrick’s head back down until their lips grazed one another. “Tell me,” he hissed. He spread his legs until Patrick’s smaller body fell between his thighs. “What do you want to do to me, Patrick?”

Patrick whimpered slanting his mouth back over Jacob’s. His tongue delved inside over and over laying siege and claiming him. Jacob felt powerless to fight him off and he found that he didn’t even want to try. Getting away from Patrick or stopping him was the furthest thing from his mind. He wanted the vampire to keep steadily pushing at him and driving him to the brink of insanity.

“Please,” Jacob whimpered when Patrick released his lips. “Tell me what I do to you.” He had no idea what he was asking for, but he would beg until he got it. The feeling of a cold hand wrapping around his hot cock made his back arch in aching pleasure and he grunted loudly.

“Fuck, Jacob,” Patrick whined. He leaned down to rest his forehead against the man’s “You don’t know what you’re asking from me.”

“I don’t care,” Jacob growled. He moved one hand from Patrick’s hair to his back, fingers digging in. “Tell me you fucking bastard. Stop hiding behind this mask of control and just be who you fucking are. Tell me!”

“I want to fucking kill you,” Patrick shouted tightening his grip on Jacob’s cock. His other hand buried itself in Jacob’s dark hair pulling until his neck was arched in supplication. “I want to rip you apart and taste every fucking inch of you. I want to bathe in your blood and take it into me.”

Patrick had to stop and suck at the tanned skin bared before him. The spicy scent was there just below the surface. It would be so easy to nick that thin layer of skin and drink until not a drop was left.

“That’s it Patrick,” Jacob rumbled. “Tell me everything. Show me all of you.”

Patrick groaned as if in pain before switching sides to suck another bruising mark into Jacob’s skin. “You think you know me, Jacob. You think you know what it would be like if I lost control, but you have no idea.”

“I want to know.” Jacob arched up. He moaned as their hard cocks came into contact outside layers of fabric. “I’m not afraid of you Patrick.”

Patrick wanted to correct him, but even in his blood and lust-induced haze he knew that what Jacob was saying was the truth. The man wouldn’t stop pushing until he’d seen Patrick at his worst, and the idea was frightening because Patrick wanted that as well. Deep down he had always wanted to loosen the reigns and let his darkest desires run free.

But he was afraid that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “I can’t Jacob.” Patrick shook his head trying to pull away.

“My favor.”

Patrick paused. “Jacob…”

Jacob lifted his legs crossing his ankles at Patrick’s lower back. “You promised me two favors, Patrick.” Jacob’s hand pulled at the strands of Patrick’s hair until the man’s lips were once again at the pulse point of his neck. “Stop fighting it and take what you want, what we both seem to want.”

Patrick’s eyes drifted closed at the sound of Jacob’s heart pounding swiftly. It was overwhelming; the touch, scent and sight of Jacob was all around and he couldn’t fight anymore. He opened his mouth again, teeth itching to take, but instead he sucked another bruise and rolled his hips down against Jacob’s answering hardness. He couldn’t allow himself to break that final rule.

“I can’t give you that Jacob,” Patrick gasped. He allowed his head to be pulled up until their lips grazed one another again.

“Then give me something else,” Jacob hissed.

Clawed hands ripped at their clothing until sweat slickened skin was pressed against his own. Patrick’s hand was trapped by one of Jacob’s own and he watched closely as the other man took two of his fingers in his mouth sucking on them with hollowed cheeks.

Patrick loved it, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough; not for what he wanted.

“Jacob, wrap your legs around me,” he whispered wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders. When Jacob hooked his legs securely around, Patrick pulled up and back hauling the other man into his arms. They probably would have looked ridiculous to anyone else being that Jacob was a good four or five inches taller than Patrick, but the vampire’s strength more than compensated for the difference in height.

He careful guided them out of the office and into the bedroom stopping once to push Jacob against the wall and ravish the man’s hot mouth. When they fell on the bed together, both men let out equal moans of pleasure and Patrick immediately leaned over to the bedside table where he hoped he still had some lubricant.

Jacob let the man fumble around as he eyed Patrick’s nipples. They were pink and perfect looking in front of his face and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward taking one of them into his mouth. Patrick shouted out at the feeling before gripping Jacob’s hair and pulling the man’s mouth away.

“Stop that. Jesus.”

Jacob smirked up at the vampire. “Make me.” He ran his palms over the curve of Patrick’s ass and squeezed.