*Content warnings in description*
Humans were the perfect partners.
Their blood fed arousal and arousal fed Human intimacy. It was an endless cycle of ecstasy if done correctly. Adrian had learned as much during his multiple lifetimes. Centuries upon centuries of lovers. Trysts. Potential partners and failed bonds.
It didn’t matter who they were. All that mattered was the quality of their blood and Adrian was certainly not a picky man when it came to that.
In fact, he was so tasteless that the prospect of drinking toxic wolf blood was apparently not enough to deter him.
That’s where he found himself now.
A beautiful, golden-eyed wolf beneath him, neck arched, black-nailed hands pinned firmly to the makeshift moss bedding. The dark cave didn’t bother either of them. Adrian could still see every fine detail of his lovely face and chiseled body. The tail that had previously wrapped around his waist was gone along with the fluffy ears atop his head.
It was a little disappointing. Adrian had wanted to touch them.
More than that though, he wanted to sink his fangs deep into his strong throat. The pulse of blood was nearly too much to resist. It practically roared in his ears as he leaned down, dragging teeth and tongue over the flesh. “You sure I’m allowed to have a taste, doll?” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Lan agreed immediately, squirming beneath him in anticipation. Without the full moon to distract his senses, he was watching Adrian with greater clarity—as if he was evaluating him through a sober lens for the first time.
“Such a brave wolf,” he cooed, steadily sinking his teeth in.
Lan groaned, trembling in Adrian’s grip.
It was a peculiar taste. Oddly bitter at first and then acidic. Spicy. He drank cautiously, pulling back after only a few seconds. The wound barely leaked before healing almost immediately. Adrian licked his lips, memorizing the tingling sensation on his tongue.
Interesting.
“Is that okay?” Lan panted.
“What’s okay?” he murmured, canines tearing streaks down the wolf’s chest. The sting of poison danced at the edges of his mouth and the sound of sweet moans rang through his ears. By the time he sank his teeth into Lan’s hip, the lacerations had healed.
He refrained him drinking, merely enjoying the feeling of having his teeth deep inside another being. It quenched the ache in ways only feasting could. Draining meals to their last drop wasn’t a regular occurrence. It couldn’t be in this day and age.
That was why his beloved Ringleader gifted them feasts from time to time. Indulgent opportunities to tear open throats and drink until the world was red rimmed and their bodies dared to burn from the inside out.
Adrian had a magnificent lord, so the wait was always worth it. His Ringleader. The Lord of the Highest House of Night. An existence so incredibly important that all Night Children bowed to him and all fiends cowered at his title.
And soon, he’d be able to bring a lovely pet into the Ringleader’s circle. It was a win for everyone in Delirium.
Well, it’ll take some convincing before they all believe me though.
“Wolves certainly like it rough,” Adrian remarked, watching in pleasure as the skin he’d just nibbled and sliced healed in an instant.
“Is this rough?”
He looked up, seeing Lan gazing back at him with unbridled lust and just a hint of genuine curiosity. Adrian tilted his head. “To think I would be called a gentle lover one day.”
“I didn’t know—” Lan cut himself off, lips pursing for a brief moment. “When it hurts too much, I can’t—I just—” His blood was humming beneath the thin layer of flesh, rushing south so quickly Adrian was almost worried.
Barking a laugh, he kissed the thick base of his arousal. It looked painfully hard and heavy, leaking from the tip in clear rivulets. “Don’t worry, doll. You like being spoiled, is that it?” Adrian curled a hand around Lan as he leaned back up to pepper his face with kisses.
“You wanna be a sweet pet?” His voice dropped, lips pressed slow and soft against Lan’s. “My sweet pet? Gonna be good for me?”
He whimpered weakly, hips jerking into the firm hand stroking him. “Y-Yeah. Good. I’ll be good.” Tears sprung to his eyes as Adrian nudged his legs further apart and suddenly swallowed the tip with his mouth.
A cry burst from Lan’s lips and he trembled where he laid.
Adrian briefly wondered if anyone would ever believe that a wolf could be so docile. What had happened to this sweet little submissive to make him run away? Take to the wild without a friend to rely on?
It was only polite not to pry though. Besides, when Lan came back with him, they’d have plenty of time to chat. Right now, he needed to give this poor, pent up wolf everything he desired. Just seeing how he shook with every touch made it clear this wasn’t normal for him.
If the scars weren’t enough to tell me what kind of life he’s lived… Adrian wanted to believe wolves were simply vicious by nature, but the more Lan showed him, the less weight he put in such stereotypes.
Adrian took him deeper, deeper, deeper until his throat was being thoroughly fucked. Surely, this would be absolutely impossible in Lan’s wolf form, but even the Human one was more than a stretch.
Nonetheless, it was worth it to hear him falling apart beneath him.
Lan thrashed against the moss, knees drawn up and thighs brushing against Adrian’s head. Hesitant fingers curled in Adrian’s hair, but they were gentle. More of a reaction than anything else. He tugged weakly at the thick, honey-blond strands, back arching off the ground as Adrian’s throat squeezed him.
Without warning, he came.
Adrian pulled back reflexively, coughing a bit. He managed a hoarse laugh, licking up the release and lazily stroking the still hard length. “I don’t think that was nearly enough. What do you think, sweetheart?”
Lan shook his head, looking simultaneously desperate to get the hand away from his sensitive skin and to keep it there. “More. Let’s do more.”
“I’m pretty tired from earlier,” Adrian admitted, scraping and sucking at Lan’s inner thigh. He had dealt with three rogues that evening. They were blood-lusting Night Children without an ounce of control, and they lived up to that reputation when Adrian met them. Unfortunately, that meant he exerted more energy than he would’ve liked.
If I’d known a lovely wolf wanted to share my bed, I could’ve prepared. Without fresh blood coursing through his veins, it was simply impossible to properly fuck.
“We’re rather limited in what’s available.” Adrian smiled too sweetly, and he trailed his mouth down to a leaking entrance. The touch of his tongue made Lan jerk up. “I’d heard rumors about your biology, but it truly is magnificent.”
Lan made a confused noise, trembling and scraping at the moss for something to hold onto as Adrian tilted his hips up higher and buried his face between his legs.
“Every wolf can breed and be bred,” he murmured, vibrations making Lan yelp in surprise. Adrian stifled a laugh, lips sticky and wet. “Lycans are so efficient, aren’t they?”
He groaned, head tilting back as pleasure wracked his body.
Adrian slipped his tongue deeper for a brief moment before pulling back and kissing the base of Lan’s swollen length. “You’re gonna have to feel enough pleasure for both of us, alright?”
He started to speak but the words were quickly garbled as Adrian properly got to work on him.
When Lan woke next, it was midday and his body ached in wonderful ways.
This was different from the lingering pain of dealing with the vanguard. His muscles were sore, but his body was more relaxed than it had ever been. He didn’t even know he could experience that much pleasure in a lifetime, let alone in a single night.
He glanced down at Adrian, smiling helplessly. That face was still beautiful. His skin bore a few marks and cuts. Lan couldn’t recall making them, but he knew it couldn’t have been anyone else. The wounds leaked a black liquid, but they seemed to be healing quickly.
If it were possible, he’d administer some sort of first aid.
Frowning, Lan looked around for something to help with the bleeding but there simply wasn’t enough time to do so. He had to get moving. The scent of his meals were fading fast and he was exposed. At least his blood wasn’t running free anymore.
He shifted back into a wolf and headed for the exit, making sure the sun didn’t get too close to Adrian’s slumbering form. Once outside, he quickly hid the cave entrance before heading off to find the nearest mud pile.
It had been a nice fantasy.
Circus. Ringleader. Delirium. There was simply no way Lan could bring someone as kind as Adrian into his problems. Whoever he knew wasn’t going to be enough to stop Val’s vanguard. If anyone knew the wolves and their sense of entitlement, it was Lan.
They would stop at nothing to claim what was theirs and if they had an excuse to tear other fiends limb from limb, they’d probably do it. Nyx would.
And so, Lan dismissed dreams of running off with a beautiful stranger.
One night was enough.
He had been held and kissed and comforted in ways beyond his imagination. Adrian cooed in his ear all night. Praised him for the silliest of things. Even if his memories were slightly foggy due to exhaustion and the full moon, he still had irrefutable impressions from the night. A deeply ingrained feeling of safety and protection had overwhelmed him, and that experience could carry him through whatever was coming.
Lan dashed through the trees, disappearing into the daylight.
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