Serif is like a volcano. He is lying quietly on the bed but, as soon as I open the door, I feel the barely contained energy. It hits me like a wall. He is frenetic. When he hears me enter his eyes fly up to mine and there is a maelstrom behind them.
"Easy now, Serif you look as if you are about to explode."
"You know how much I hate this." He growls. I do. He hates anything that has him confined. He reacts to it with violence, either physically or mentally.
"What is there to hate? I know how much you love to feel my blood flowing in your veins."
"Not as much as I love to feel your cock in my ass."
I can't help but smile. He is so direct, uncomplicated. Sitting down on the bed beside him I stroke his body and it trembles under my fingers, not with passion but with suppressed energy. "What will you do for me, pretty boy?" I croon at him. "If I give you release, what will you do for me?"
As an answer he reaches up and grabs me by the front of my shirt, yanking me down towards him. His hand on the back of my neck holds me so tightly I can't move and his tongue rapes my mouth with such skill and intensity it literally takes my breath away. At the same time he rips off my trousers. It hurts but right now that's exactly what I need.
While still crushing me against him Serif wraps his legs around my waist with a grip of iron, lifting his body to grinds his hips against mine. His is rock hard. There is no softness in him anywhere, except for his lips, and the feeling of him against me excites me. He is almost the opposite of Bridge, practically bursting with strength. His legs around me; his thrusts against me; the passion in his kiss. I can't stand it.
Taking a slightly laboured breath I blow into him and his strength leaves him.
"What the...?"
"I'm sorry, Serif but I can't, not right now. You're too full of life; too strong." I rise myself up to look down into his face, brushing aside the thick, golden waves. He is angry and his eyes flash at me. "One day soon I will send Taz to you in the tower room. You will have your fun. You will roar and claw and find your own release... but right now I need your strength in a different way. I'm so very sorry but I need the passion in your blood to sustain me.
"I have depleted myself in the last few days and I need to replenish. I am going out to hunt and I need to give more. I don't have the time or the inclination to share the burden and so it is all yours. I need what only you can give. I don't know what it is that flows in your veins but I know that it gives me what no one else's can. And today I am going to take it. I am going to take more than you can afford to give."
As I speak I stroke his hair and chest. The passion in his eyes fades and he becomes uncertain.
"More that I can give?"
"There is a safety level that I do not exceed in my feeding, a level beyond which it becomes difficult for the body to replenish. It doesn't mean that you will die or suffer permanently detrimental effects but it will make you ill for a while. I'm sorry about that, but I need you, I need the fire in your veins."
Outrageously he chuckles and gives me a look I can't read. "Will you take me for a ride?"
"If that's what you want. It would be better for you if I didn't."
"Hel, if I'm going to be sick I would rather have some fun first."
I stroke his face and wonder at this being beneath my fingers. He is glorious. "I promise I won't hurt you. I won't drink so much that you cannot come back from it. I won't kill you, I promise."
"Go for it. Hurt me; kill me if you want, as long as you make it worth it."
