Unfettered Vampire (Found & Freed: The Unfettered #5)

26. Chapter 26

Chapter twenty-six

Ned

M organ. Morgan. Morgan.

He is everywhere. All around me. Inside me.

His life essence is shining bright. Wrapping around every cell of my body. He is a part of me now. Written into my DNA. His fire has reignited mine. He has brought me back to existence. His energy is sustaining me. Fueling me. Enabling me to evade true death.

I feel him. Smell him. Sense him. Everything is Morgan.

Awareness coalesces around me. Brought into focus by Morgan. His hot blood is gushing down my throat. My lips are on his wrist. I’m holding him to me and drinking deeply.

My eyes open and stare straight at him. Morgan. My Morgan. Feeding me and bringing me back to life.

His pupils are wide and blown. His face is pale. Shit, how much have I drunk?

Hastily, I stop drinking from him and lap at the wound instead, sealing it shut. He shudders and trembles.

As quickly as I can, I swap our positions so that he is lying on the bed and I am standing above him. Is he okay? Did I drink too much ?

Suddenly, I become aware of Lello standing in the corner. “Get Morgan a big glass of water!” I snap.

Lello hurries away, and all my focus flips back to Morgan. I can still taste him on my tongue. Feel him in my veins. I’m shining with his light. Glowing with his essence. The truth of him is embedded in every part of me, and my awareness is flooded with his goodness. Morgan is a good man. Even my bones know this now.

Lello returns with the water. I cradle Morgan’s head and help him hold the glass to his lips. He gulps it all down. Then he sighs heavily. Carefully, I lie his head on the pillow. He stares up at me. His warm brown eyes swirling. Growing intense.

I swallow. I think he is going to be okay, blood loss wise, but the other effects of a vampire bite are taking hold. Even though I didn’t technically bite him, I did feed from him, and I also closed his wound. There is enough of my venom in his veins to flood him with arousal.

“Ned…” says Lello, but I interrupt him.

“Not now, sweetie. Thank you so much for bringing Morgan to save me, but right now, I need to look after him.”

I’m assuming that is what happened. If not, I can always be filled in on the details later. Right now, there are other things on my mind.

“Oh!” exclaims Lello. And then, “Have fun!”

The door clicks shut behind us. We are alone. Just Morgan and I.

We stare at each other. The fragrant scent of his arousal is filling the room and making me giddy. I want to inhale it. Bathe in it. But I do possess some self-control.

“Thank you for saving me,” I say .

He nods slowly, the movement all jerky and uncoordinated. He is looking at me as if he wants to devour me, which would be only fair.

I lick my lips. “Vampire venom is very potent. It’s what is making you so aroused.”

Morgan says nothing. He just stares at me with wide, helpless eyes.

“I know this is not ideal and I’m so sorry for that. But the quicker I help you, the quicker you will be feeling like yourself again.”

This time, I don’t wait for a response. I simply began calmly undoing his belt. When he makes no move to stop me, I undo the button on his trousers. Next, I carefully unzip his fly. He is wearing boxer briefs, so I slip my hand inside the opening and free his full and straining cock.

My gaze flicks back up to his face. He is watching me intently, but he doesn’t look distressed. I hold his gaze and give him a long, gentle stroke from root to tip. Pleasure blooms in the darkness of his eyes. It is far too satisfying to see. This is an unfortunate necessity. I should not be enjoying it.

Especially since we are not exactly on the best of terms. He is angry at me. He feels betrayed and disgusted.

Yet he still came to help me. And in return, here I am jerking him off non-consensually, because nobody high on vampire venom can consent to a single thing.

“That’s it. Let me make you feel good,” I purr, because all the angst, regret and recriminations can come later.

What Morgan needs from me right now, is confidence and calm. It will soothe his agitated mind and enable this to go as smoothly and as quickly as possible .

My hand works up and down his hard length. Oh lord, he feels so good in my hand. Hot, heavy, firm. Swelling even more under my touch.

I wish I had lube. But I can still make this damn good. Eighty-five odd years of practice counts for something. If I had picked up the violin, I’d be a maestro by now. But no, it was men who were my interest back then. And for most of my existence.

Now, I just want to watch my great-great grandkids grow up. And have one man in particular. This man who is in my hand right now, but who is so emotionally far away that the distance might remain impossible to close. I’m getting to pleasure him, but I might never get to truly have him. Life really does suck.

My hand keeps moving. It twists over the leaking tip of his cock. Morgan’s eyes flutter closed. His head tilts back, jaw falling all loose and open. He is magnificent. I love seeing him like this. Blissed out on pleasure that I am giving him. He should look like this always.

My free hand moves to his balls and gently cups them. Morgan groans and his hips twitch, thrusting up into my hand.

I carefully roll his balls, tugging on them a little. Just enough sensation to really feel without crossing over into pain.

He moans. His hands grab hold of the sheets.

I collect more of his precum and smear it down his cock. He gasps. His hips move, bucking up. So I curl my fingers even tighter around him, giving him a fist to fuck, since it is clearly what he wants. I slide down to his root and hold that hand still while my other continues to caress his balls .

Morgan cries out and starts fucking my hand. Short, sharp thrusts of his hips. One, two, three, four, then he lifts his hips right off the bed, arching his back and holding the position. All the muscles in his body go rigid. His cock throbs.

I bend my head down and place my lips over his tip. No need to make a mess, and while I can’t get as much life force from cum as an incubus can, it is still good stuff.

I drink Morgan down while he groans gutturally through his orgasm. I massage his balls, and tease his slit with my tongue, prolonging his euphoria for as long as I can.

But soon he is spent, and he collapses against the mattress, breathing heavily. He is a bit sticky with precum, but it is not too bad. So, I tuck him away back into his boxers and do up his fly for him. Hopefully, it will make him feel a little less awkward when he comes down from his high.

Finally, I brace myself and look at his face. He is a little flushed and his eyes are still a little hazy, but he is clearly lucid and over the worst of the venom.

We stare at one another and the silence stretches. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

He clears his throat. “I’m glad you’re not dead.”

Well, technically I am, but I’m not pedantic and I know what he means.

“Me too.”

A ghost of a smile teases at his lips. Then there is another long, heavy silence.

“I’m sorry I freaked out about the grandfather stuff!” he blurts suddenly .

And it is my turn to give him a half smile. “Vampire venom and post nut glow are making you feel soppy. We will talk another time.”

Morgan frowns. It doesn’t suit him, but he does it anyway. “Pretty sure I mean it.”

I watch as a stubborn look fills his eyes and his shoulders tense. He is preparing for battle. He is going to argue his point. Claim he is in his right mind and is forgiving me for my lies.

Oh lord, it’s making my heart beat. Fast and sure. My pulse is shaking through me. I want nothing more than this. For Morgan to declare his love for me so I can fall into his arms and forget everything else.

But it seems as if I have finally grown a backbone. Or I have grown to love Morgan so much that I cannot bear the thought of lying to him anymore.

I lick my lips. “There’s more.”

His eyebrow rises. My hands start shaking. I look away and stare blindly at the window.

“The billionaire, Ritchie. He kept me in line by threatening Jennifer and the kids. The inheritance and the fancy house and the staff, it was all a ruse so he could execute a kill order at any time.”

The words pour out of me. Pus from a boil. Water from a dam. Rushing out of me, desperate for freedom. I can’t look at Morgan, I can’t. But he takes my hand and I don’t have the strength to pull away.

“I got arrogant, defiant. Thought I was calling his bluff. But I was wrong, so very wrong.” I inhale sharply. “And that’s how Jennifer died.”

The grip on my hand turns vice like, and I welcome the pain. As soon as he is over the shock, I hope he beats the crap out of me. I deserve it and I welcome it. It would be nice to be punished for my sins.

“Ned, look at me.”

Woodenly I obey.

Morgan’s eyes are brimming with anger. It is a struggle to hold his gaze, but he asked me to, so I’m going to do my best.

“Jennifer was ill for a long time. She tried all sorts of therapy, different medications. Noah was a surprise, and when he was first born, she was better. She thought babies made her happy, and it was fucking irresponsible of me, but that’s why we had Oscar and Lottie. But just after Lottie’s birth, she became very unwell again.”

What is he trying to say? I’m hearing his words but I’m not understanding.

He sees the look on my face and takes a deep breath.

“Jennifer was ill. For a long time. The things she said in her note… Ned, it wasn’t Ritchie, it was her choice. He lied to you.”

My cheeks are wet. My mind is floundering. It is exactly the kind of cruel and twisted thing Ritchie would do, and I did spend months anguishing over exactly what I had done to piss him off so much. But still. How can Morgan be so sure?

He takes my other hand. “Ned, even if I’m wrong, it is still not your fault. Ritchie murdered her, not you. You are not responsible for the actions of a psycho.”

I suck in a jagged breath, but it is no good. I’m sobbing like a baby.

The door bursts open and Lello runs in. His arms wrap around me and hold me tight .

“Why did you make Ned cry!” he yells at Morgan. “No, don’t say a word! You’re still woozy from venom and Ned is really sad. Mal will drive you home and anything you want to say to Ned, you’ll just have to say another day!”

Morgan makes a defeated sound. Then the bed moves. Lello has me squished so tight that I can’t see a thing, and I’m not sure I want to.

“Is that what you want, Ned? Do you want me to leave?”

I don’t want him to see me like this, and I need time to process everything he has just said. And Lello is right, Morgan probably is still high. Both of us being out of our minds while having a deep and emotional conversation, has to be a recipe for disaster.

I nod my head and gasp out a very pathetic sounding, “Sorry!”

“It’s fine, Ned. I understand,” he says gently.

And then he is gone.