Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Chapter 250

Dulce didn’t have to move, Ruoxi unbuttoned the buttons on his collar himself, revealing his gold-hued skin to the drunk Vampire seated on him.

Dulce’s vision still spun, the private room wasn’t as heavily filled with incense like the main hall but it did little to clear up the intoxication he felt. He dug his fingers into the Demon’s shoulders to ground himself as he closed the distance for a drink, but it was more that he fell forward than that he leaned closer, resting his weight completely against Ruoxi’s upper body.

Ruoxi’s dark pink eyes were lowered to Dulce as the Vampire fell into the curve of his neck. He didn’t have to look up to know that the entirety of the room had their attention on them, a hand on the Vampire’s waist and another in his hair.

There was a long pause, one that had him wondering if Dulce had changed his mind. He wasn’t as disappointed at the thought as he thought he would be, content to keep the supple Vampire in his arms.

Dulce was far more drunk than he had thought, it wasn’t until he was leaning all of his weight on Ruoxi that he realized it. He clung to the Demon, his head spinning.

Already so inebriated, a sip of Demon blood was possibly the worst idea he had had all night, and he had already made some rather questionable decisions; but it didn’t stop him from biting down.

Sweet blood spilled over his tongue, the scent of lotus flowers filling the air. Despite how much it tasted like wine, Dulce knew he shouldn’t drink too much of the potent aphrodisiac. But it was like the jars of wine all over again...

Ruoxi was the one to stop him with a hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him off to get a proper look at him.

"It’s not wine." The Demon reminded lightly, looking down into red, dazed eyes.

Dulce could barely hold his gaze, a violent shudder going through him, one that made his breath hitch and his fingers dig deeper into Ruoxi’s shoulders.

The teasing light in Ruoxi’s eyes dimmed immediately, his dark pink eyes trailing down the Vampire’s body as pleasure rocked through him.

Dulce’s dress shirt was barely on, it showed off his deeply flushed collarbones, his bare shoulder tinged pink. He slipped his hand from the back of the Vampire’s slight waist to the front, grasping him through the fabric of his pants.

Dulce fell against him again, a shuddering sob muffled against the curve of his shoulder, the bloodstain on his lips getting wiped off on Ruoxi’s dark brown waistcoat.

Dulce reached down to grasp Ruoxi’s wrist but he didn’t pull the Demon’s hand away. He knew what he was getting into by asking to drink an Incubus’ blood, it was counterintuitive to back away now... but the pleasure was too much, like balancing on the edge of a knife. He couldn’t decide if it would be more torturous to pull Ruoxi’s hand away or to let him get even closer.

He bit down on the Demon’s shoulder, aware enough not to draw blood again, another unexpected orgasm drawing him taut like a bowstring. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his hand around Ruoxi’s wrist tightened, he could feel the Demon’s muscles flexing still, shivers of overstimulation going through him.

Ruoxi lowered his head to kiss the Vampire in his arms, the lotus mark on his forehead glowing gently. He reluctantly pulled his hand away when Dulce’s hold tightened even further, breaking away first from the kiss. Far from satisfied, he spun the drunk Vampire around to face the room - a vision of debauchery.

Dulce clung to Ruoxi’s arm, his eyes half-closed. Faint shivers wracked through him, and despite orgasming twice in such a short time, heat still boiled in his veins. The heat seeped out through his skin, much different from the fire in Caedos’ blood, but no less dangerous.

The tension in the room crackled like live embers and although Ruoxi was the only one who wore a smile, his eyes were dark. "Even I can be courteous," He said with an affable smile, turning to Caedos who was seated next to him. "Dulce was supposed to keep you company tonight, no?" He lightly asked the obvious, gently tilting Dulce’s face over to the Hellhound with his free hand.

Ruoxi could hear the Hound’s sharp teeth grinding down, filled with schadenfreude even though he was equally caught in the crossfire. "Well?" He prompted, loath to let go of the intoxicated Vampire in his arms.

Caedos could hear the implications in Ruoxi’s words and he couldn’t be more unimpressed, uninterested in putting on a show. He still held out a hand to Dulce, aggravated by the sight of him in the Incubus’ arms.

Dulce was still lucid, well mostly. He could still follow the conversation with ease but his body had another mind of its own. So when Caedos offered his hand, he sat up and took it. Right then, he didn’t care who tamed the fire burning through him, even a fire-breathing HellHound would do.

Caedos brought Dulce over to his side, concern and lust mixing in an inferno in his eyes. He still held the Vampire’s hand, Dulce always ran cold but now he exuded warmth that could even be felt in his fingertips. "Do you want to leave?" He asked again.

Dulce looked the Hellhound over, his red eyes glazed over. He didn’t indulge him with an answer this time, snagging the lapels over his overcoat to pull him closer although his upper body was already resting on Caedos. This disrupted his already precarious balance, falling to his back on the padded floor.

He already had a hold on Caedos, so he easily brought the Hellhound down with him, his lithe figure swallowed up. Dulce was the one who brought their lips together, making a muffled sound when Caedos’ burning hot tongue slipped into his mouth. He squirmed lightly under the Hellhound, his hands still clinging to the lapels of his overcoat.

Ruoxi who previously had no interest in drinking, now picked up a jar of wine, joining Asael to drink. Three pairs of dangerous eyes were fixed on the pair tangled up on the ground, Dulce barely visibly underneath Caedos.

Dulce broke away to catch his breath, his head thrown back, gold-blond hair scattered like sunlight. Caedos didn’t lift his head, kissing down the exposed length of his neck. There was an audible sound of ripping coming from Caedos’ overcoat when he kissed over the mating mark on Dulce’s neck. He wisely let go of the Demon’s clothes then, just as Caedos cruelly bit down, marking him a second time.

Dulce would have thrashed from the pleasure if Caedos didn’t have a possessive hold on his slender neck, keeping him in place as burning pleasure rushed down from the mark on his neck. The fire trapped in the mark burned brighter as if replenished, standing out in stark relief on his pale neck.

He bit down on his lip until it bled and when Caedos tugged on his bottom lip, his breathless sobs spilled out. Previously facing the paper walls, he now turned to the other side, revealing his face flushed with tears to his audience. His bitten lip healed almost instantly, leaving behind a smear of vivid red on his lips.

The view was only momentary before Caedos claimed the Vampire’s lips again, tasting the blood on his lips. He knew that the Incubus’ blood was an aphrodisiac so there was no reason to drag out the torture further.

He pulled back and sat up, taking Dulce with him and keeping the limp Vampire in his arms. He didn’t care for an audience, he didn’t want to share even a little bit of the Vampire. When Dulce kept him company, the Vampire was all his for that brief moment.

After three orgasms, Dulce’s entire body thrummed like a well-strung instrument. The heat still hadn’t cooled in the slightest, worsened by the fire Caedos had bitten into his throat, it made him want to take off what was left of his flimsy clothing.

Dulce caught the lapels of Caedos’ overcoat again, aware that the Demon was about to leave. He didn’t want to leave just yet, it was time to shatter whatever preconceived notions they had of him.

Caedos was caught off guard when Dulce swiftly took off his overcoat, he glanced down into startling silver-blue eyes feeling his beating heart seize for a moment. He let himself be undressed, already overheated under the numerous layers.

Dulce only had the patience to take off the Demon’s outer coat before he moved to his belt. Drunk off wine and blood, his motions were still coordinated, easily undoing the clasp.

Caedos had also drunk wine but right then, his throat felt as dry as the Rahana desert, unable to tear his gaze away from the vivid picture Dulce painted. At least until Dulce had his rock hard length in his hands and then on his tongue.

He was bowled over by the unexpected pleasure, smoke fizzling out through his gritted teeth. The Vampire’s mouth was scalding, the tight, wet heat of his throat maddening.