“Oh, Alasdair, you have a true admirer here.”
A rush of heat hit Leo’s cheeks as his thoughts were interrupted and the vampire addressed Alasdair.
“He thinks you are quite beautiful.”
Alasdair’s stare found his, and he ran his tongue over his top lip, causing Leo’s pulse to thump. “Does he now?”
“Yes, he does,” the other vampire stated matter-of-factly, returning his gaze to him. “But he thinks I’m indescribable. Of course.”
The arrogance dripping off his tongue had Leo more than aware that this being, whoever he was, knew his effect on others. He had an aura about him that commanded one’s attention. Not only from his undeniably good looks, but in the way he held himself.
With his black hair and jade eyes, Leo couldn’t help but stare. He was dressed for a black-tie dinner, his broad shoulders filling out his jacket to perfection, and his trim waist was accentuated by the tailored cut of the suit. He looked sophisticated, worldly, and the very epitome of the word gentleman. But in his eyes lurked darkness, and it made Leo wary as hell as he waited, silent and unmoving.
It was quite obvious that, in this world, his world, there was none more deadly.
Ordering himself to blank out his mind, Leo thought of emptiness and black holes. As that filled his head, the vampire took a step closer and the hair on Leo’s arms stood even taller, if that were possible. Even his body was aware of the danger it was in.
“You are quite the vision yourself. The light hair, those eyes. You remind me of someone…”
Knowing he wasn’t to speak unless told to, Leo remained mute. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He still didn’t have any idea where he was, but he knew one thing for sure: He was in the presence of beings more powerful and destructive than he had ever known existed.
“Alasdair? Does he remind you of anyone we know?”
Alasdair stood beside the one now inspecting Leo like a bug under a microscope, and Leo’s pulse jumped.
“Ahh, listen to his heart pound whenever you gaze upon him.” The vampire laughed, the sound hedonistic. “Do it again, Alasdair. It’s very amusing how affected he is by you.”
Even though it went against his “question everything” nature, Leo let the two who held his life in their hands analyze him.
“Why is that so amusing? Do you not think I’m worthy of such a response?” Alasdair asked as if deeply offended by the taunting vampire’s words.
The air in the room thickened with tension, clearly sexual in nature this time. The suited male turned towards Alasdair and placed a hand on his white shirt.
“I think you are worthy of a much greater response than a thumping pulse and an aching erection, omorfo mou agóri.”
My beautiful boy, Leo thought, again translating the Greek. He couldn’t tear his attention away from what he was witnessing as Alasdair arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and asked, “Such as?”
The male moved even closer and ran his palm down Alasdair’s abdomen to the visible skin at the top of his pants, where he drew his finger over the button securing them. Not only did Leo’s heart pound at the seductive caress, but his cock stiffened as if he were the one being touched.
Several different feelings competed for dominance then.
Flight, fight, and—yes, as a gay man watching the epitome of masculine sexuality and beauty—fuck.
With his dick hard and sweat beading on his forehead, Leo suddenly had the urge to fuck someone or watch the act take place.
Christ. What’s the matter with me? he thought as the one in the suit recaptured his attention by cradling one of Alasdair’s cheeks. He then leaned in and dragged his tongue up the other side of Alasdair’s neck and sank his teeth into the dark stubble on his jaw.
Damn, they’re hot together. Dark, dangerous, and totally focused on one another. It was as though he were no longer in the room.
Alasdair tipped his head back, and the other male slid his mouth down under his chin and over his Adam’s apple. Leo glanced at the hand on Alasdair’s waist, and the fingers there unbuttoned his pants before the soft sound of a zipper being lowered echoed around the room. Leo then fisted his hands by his sides.
He wanted nothing more than to shove his fingers inside his own damn pants and grip his aching shaft. But he didn’t dare move as the suited one dropped down to his knees. He parted Alasdair’s pants, and when his thick, veiny erection came into view, Leo’s knees weakened.
Fucking hell. He couldn’t believe what was happening. It was unreal.
He’d been wishing for this very scene only moments ago, but he hadn’t actually expected it to happen. Yet, as he stood there, feet away from the two horny-as-hell males, he was pretty fucking close to coming. No touch or stimulation required.
A raspy sound emanated from Alasdair as the one he’d called Vasilios circled his erection with his fingers. Alasdair clasped the back of the male’s head and jerked it forward, cursing when the other vampire’s hand came up to rest on his thigh.
“Ypomoní̱ agóri. You’re so eager,” Vasilios said—right before he lowered his head and swallowed Alasdair’s cock down his throat.
A groan ripped through the air then, and when Alasdair’s eyes lifted from the one at his feet, Leo realized that the sound had come from between his own lips.
Oh shit, he thought and quickly shut his mouth. But he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from masturbating to the scene playing out right there. He continued to stare, unwilling to miss out on what was going on only an arm’s length away. If the punishing way Alasdair was fucking the mouth sliding up and down his shaft was any indication, he didn’t care one way or another what Leo did as long as he got to come down the throat of the other male.
They were intoxicating together, and when a growl resonated throughout the room, Leo’s focus shifted back to Alasdair, whose teeth were now bared to him. From the taut way the skin was pulled across Alasdair’s cheekbones to the glow in his eyes, it looked as though he was closing in on his climax. Leo wondered briefly what had triggered the fangs. And how would they feel against his skin. Wait a fucking minute. What?
His teeth, Leonidas. He’s using his teeth on my cock, and it makes me fucking crazy . Just as you’re imagining mine on yours now.
The impure thought was thrust into his head, and it had Leo’s eyes seeking out the devilish ones of the man who’d put it there. When he found Alasdair fixated on him, Leo licked his lower lip.
He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do next. Lower his head? Turn away? But even as he ordered himself to look at his feet, he couldn’t help himself from watching, wanting to see how this would play out. He was positive he would never be able to erase it from his mind.
Alasdair was pulling the other male to his feet now, and once he was there, he took his mouth in a brutal-as-fuck kiss. As the two began to devour one another, Leo told himself that it was just a kiss. Then Alasdair’s hands gripped the ass of the suit and hauled him close so he could grind his naked erection against him.
He’d seen hundreds of men kissing in the clubs, bars, and parties he went to. But with the way Alasdair had pushed his thoughts into his head, it was like he was now involved.
Alarmed and aroused by everything he could see and hear, Leo dropped his gaze, and he was glad he did, because that was when the other vampire finally chose to speak. His voice was raspy and low, and it was seductive in its delivery as he vowed, “You, Alasdair, are worthy of pleasures you will only find in my mouth and my bed.”
As a frustrated sound surrounded them, Leo had a feeling the pleasure portion of this evening was over and Alasdair was now being taught some kind of lesson.