Teslar sighed. He noticed the deathly pallor on the boy’s face as he stared at the pool of blood on the carpet. Well, maybe Marcellus’s idiocy was not completely without purpose.
Teslar casually whipped off his shirt and dropped it into a chair. Lust mixed with the fear in Elliot’s expression as he stared at Teslar’s bared torso.
“You shouldn’t think twice about Ash. I don’t,” Teslar murmured quietly as he sat on the couch. “He is merely a slave. I care nothing for him aside from his beauty and skill at giving pleasure. You yourself have enjoyed those skills on occasion, pet.”
Elliot flushed and Teslar knew he recalled the other night, when he’d shared Elliot with Ash. He’d sent Ash on a mission to plot some new tunnels he’d discovered near the Chicago River. As a result of his mission, Ash hadn’t had the opportunity to take nourishment. Since Teslar had been in an indulgent mood, he’d allowed Ash to fellate Elliot while he watched.
Despite his stark fear of Teslar’s first lieutenant, Elliot had managed to have an explosive orgasm in Ash’s mouth, satisfying the revenant’s hunger.
“Is that…is that really how you feel about Javier Ash?”
Teslar glanced up sharply when he heard the hesitancy in Elliot’s voice. “Of course. What makes you think otherwise?”
“Well, it is only that…”
“Yes?” Teslar prompted, pushing Elliot’s shoulder, encouraging him to lie back.
“That one revenant—Crowbar. He hinted that you and Ash had once been…you know—a thing.”
Teslar chuckled as he lay down next to Elliot, sliding the bare skin of their bellies together. He stroked the young man’s face soothingly and thought of the moment when he would separate Crowbar’s head from his body.
“My pet shouldn’t be preoccupied with meaningless rivalries on his special night, should he?”
“No, Master,” Elliot whispered.
“That’s right,” Teslar said. His ascendancy over the young man was such that it would be a waste of time to defend himself more, and Teslar never made excuses unless there was something to be gained by it. “Now, let’s get you out of these pants, shall we? Your blood is calling to me, pet, and so is your cock.”
Chapter Eleven
Elliot Birch trembled when he heard Teslar say those words. He was scared to the point of numbness at the thought of the Final Embrace, but Christ, if there was even a ten percent chance it would mean being with Teslar for an eternity, it would be worth it.
Teslar got up on his hands and knees and helped him out of his pants. Elliot watched, mouth agape, when Teslar immediately spread his legs and dove between them. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Teslar vacuumed his cock into his warm mouth.
“Ah, God,” Elliot mumbled incoherently. It would be worth risking death if there were even a one percent chance he could experience the nirvana of Teslar giving him head for an eternity.
Before he’d met Teslar, his life had been miserable, barren…and worst of all, boring. His parents had rejected him after he’d told them he was gay. His many boyfriends had only been interested in one thing, treating him like a disposable boy toy. What did he have to lose by sacrificing himself?
And he had so much to gain.
His eyes opened into slits. He panted as he watched Teslar swallow his cock whole again and again, his hunger so voracious, his method so precise, it stunned Elliot anew every time he experienced it. He resisted an urge to put his hand on Teslar’s head, to thread his fingers through his beautiful mane of hair.
But Teslar wouldn’t allow that. He’d explained patiently to Elliot that his cock aroused him so much that he didn’t want to be distracted while he sucked it. Teslar’s revelation about how much he adored Elliot’s cock had brought tears to his eyes. But even if Teslar hadn’t admitted to his weakness, Elliot would have known. All he had to do was take one look at the sublime expression on Teslar’s face as he sucked him forcefully to know that Teslar did, indeed, love his cock as much as he loved Elliot.
Elliot’s body shook in ecstasy as he climaxed down Teslar’s throat. After a moment, however, Teslar moved him so that he could run his tongue greedily over the spurting slit of his cock. Elliot grunted and moaned uncontrollably. He watched, mesmerized, as Teslar’s neck muscles convulsed again and again as he swallowed.
“Hmmm, delicious cream,” he praised, his voice made sexy and husky from taking Elliot’s cock so deep.
Elliot shuddered in bliss as Teslar took his penis into his mouth again. He didn’t know if it was Teslar’s astonishing lovemaking skills, some effect of his supernatural powers, or both, but he typically sucked Elliot to climax three times in a row, sometimes more, before it became necessary to pause before resuming again. It was Elliot’s greatest wish—besides to survive the Final Embrace, of course—that Teslar would allow him to return the favor. But Teslar only laughed every time Elliot tried to reach for the long, stiff ridge that ran along Teslar’s left thigh, pressing tightly to his leather pants or jeans.
“I think we’ll wait for after the Final Embrace for that, pet,” Teslar had explained once after he’d rebuffed Elliot’s attempts to get into his pants. Then he’d surprised Elliot by standing next to the couch where Elliot reclined naked. As usual, Teslar had worn his pants during their lovemaking. He’d ripped at the button fly of his jeans and slid them down to his thighs. A few seconds later, he’d stood over a dazed Elliot, holding his erection in his hand. He’d stroked his length slowly while Elliot stared and saliva pooled on his tongue.
“My cock will rule your world some day. It will be your sole job to pleasure it,” Teslar had whispered. “Would you like that, pet?”
Elliot had nodded, speechless, unable to unglue his eyes from that long penis with the fat, mushroom-shaped, succulent crown. Teslar’s cock and balls were highlighted to erotic perfection by the leather harness he wore. The fleshy spear was the same golden color as the rest of Teslar’s skin, with an added rosy hue.
“I hope you like it in the ass,” Teslar had said huskily.
Elliot had looked up at him, a plea in his eyes. “Oh, yes, Master.”