Read Crimson Reign for Free Online Page B

a slow steady glide, he slid into the angel down to the root and groaned when the white hot heat of Laziel’s inner walls grasped his shaft.
    “So fucking tight,” he growled rocking his hips. Laziel’s muscles clenched around the girth of his cock and squeezed even more. Malachi began to move, driving deep into the angel. Hard and fast, Malachi’s hips pistoned back and forth as he held onto Laziel with both hands. The harsh smack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room. Malachi's orgasm scaled the wall of his anger seeking its own release. Resolutely, it tamped down the anger, shoving it aside as the powerful climax built in his loins. Grasping the angel's hair, Malachi wrapped it around his forearm, stretching the angel's head back, exposing the strong bronzed column of his throat. His fangs punched through his gums. God, he needed to feed.
    “Do it.” Laz’s voice echoed in his head. For once, Malachi obeyed. He struck with impressive accuracy given the frantic way in which he rode Laziel. The first warm mouthful of blood electrified his senses. Warmth spread through him taking with it the only aspect of peace he’d ever understood. His haven; his angel.
    ~  *  ~  *  ~  *  ~
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    ~  *  ~  *  ~  *  ~
     
     
    Glad of the pain that appeased the ache residing in his heart, Laziel focused on the constant furious stab of Lachi’s hot ravaging cock. He used the echoing slap of flesh against skin to drown out the world around him until all that existed was the sweet feel of friction and the deep seated fullness of Lachi inside of him.
    For years, Laziel watched Lachi feed his carnal compulsions. It benefited Lachi that the vampire race was a sturdy breed, one that healed quickly from his overzealous ministrations. More often than not, the submissives used in his earlier days pleaded with Lachi to make them his regular partners. They were bespelled, taken in by the dark lurid charms of Lachi's dominant prowess to such a degree they bled in joyous exultation while begging the vampire to take them again and again. And, there standing on the sidelines stringently keeping guard as his body yearned to be the one feeling the sting from Lachi's whip or the heated caress of his calloused strong hands, stood Laziel.
    Laziel understood that for Lachi the sadistic tendencies were and had always been about his need to dominate the flare of unbridled fury running through his veins. But, time took its toll on the battered deformity of Laziel’s weary heart. Again and again, Lachi's hungered prowess vied for more and more pain to rule out the tide of vicious anger beating inside him. The once stream of willing participants trickled away. Fear rode in on a wave of gossip and rumor, all of which were undeniably true. At the peak of his rage, Lachi was an animal, relentless in both his appetites for pain and for sexual relief.
    All Laziel hoped for eventually came true, the night those whispered words tumbled so eagerly from his wanton lips. “Use me... Take me... Lachi... Please. Just this once let me be the one to take your pain.”
    Lachi had obliged, albeit reluctantly at first.
    Centuries later, Laziel lay splayed, sweat drenched and shimmering, tied and bound to the cold hard surface of Lachi's onyx slab. A celestial glow radiated out from his warm naked flesh, sending waves of light and illustrious scent around their private room. The intoxicating aroma ebbed and flowed with each cresting wave of Laziel’s hungered lust. From Lachi's skill in tightening the tantalizing stretch of the leather restraints, to the anxious expectation of what toys he would use, the anticipation drew blissful mewls of exquisite ecstasy from Laziel’s gasping mouth. Laziel remained unmoving, just so his vampire could gratify his need and satiate his hunger for lascivious sex. All the while, he unknowingly held the epitome of Laziel's delicate heart and celestial soul in a captivated state of utter enthrall