Undisclosed Passions
An Edward and Carlisle Love Story
Carlisle was facing the hardest decision of his life. To suck or not to suck? For decades, since he came into his life, his life had changed; he still had to decide whether it was in a good or bad way. Probably bad. The thought of his glistening skin in the mid-day sun, as he drained that doe dry made Carlisle's groin feel strange and his corduroy trousers all too tight. No, but this is wrong! It had to be. He loved Esme, she was his mate and his thoughts towards young Edward were wrong and were sure to destroy the family. He had to hold in his primal desires, his strong urges to devour sexy Eddie.
Again, his trousers became tighter – too tight. He shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair and turned away from the shame building inside of him. It was too much. His pale, long fingers drifted to his stiffening bulge and he cupped it unable to help himself. Edward consumes him. He could not contain himself. Just like that night when he turned the boy, he had felt the pulsing desire spread through him. He had claimed him then, but he could not claim him now. Strong fingers tugged at the zip concealing his pulsing member, and he touched the smooth shaft with shaking hands. His head was glistening with the sweet nectar of desire. Again, he thought about Edward. About Edward's strong fingers as he caressed the keys of the piano, of Edward's flexing shoulders as he gripped his prey. What he wouldn't give to be his prey.
The image of Edward pouncing wildly on him made his hand move faster. Edward's teeth sinking into his neck. His beautiful eyes gazing viciously into his own eyes as the young vampire consumes him.
Carlisle came.
And so did the shame.