Fated In Fang And Fur
Blood, hot and sweet, flooded his tongue while Elias’s hand fisted in his hair and pulled him closer.
“Fuck you,” Elias hissed in the dream, but his legs spread wider, letting Ronan settle between them. Their cocks rubbed together, slick with sweat and pre cum, the friction brutal and perfect. Ronan thrust harder, pinning the vampire king beneath his heavier frame, one hand wrapping around both their lengths and stroking rough and fast. Elias’s head fell back, exposing more of that long throat, body shuddering every time Ronan’s thumb brushed over the sensitive head of his cock.