Leo let out the shaky breath he’d been holding, and against all common sense, he daringly pressed his tongue to the tip of one of Alasdair’s fangs. And that’s when a deep rumbling growl left Alasdair.
A dangerous thrill coursed through him, pumping his fevered blood directly to his cock as his own actions and Alasdair’s wild response affected him.
Fuck, he’s sexy. The glowing eyes, those killer teeth, and the way he fell in and out of his native tongue when he was aroused. Sexy was an understatement. Alasdair was every wicked thought and fantasy Leo could have imagined.
He could kill him any time he wanted. But God help me, I don’t care, Leo thought as he said, “Yes.”
THIS WAS ABOUT to get complicated as hell. When Leo had tongued his left canine, Alasdair’s cock stiffened like an iron poker. Ballsy human, taking liberties that made Alasdair want to fuck him until he got him out of his system.
But he had to think…or at least try to.
Fucking your prey was never a good idea. It always ended badly. Either they became clingy and needy, never wanting to leave your side, or they became the messy by-product of a feed-and-fuck frenzy—something he’d learned to avoid after the first time it’d happened to him well over a thousand years ago. But when Leo whimpered into his mouth and bucked forward against him, Alasdair’s opinion on the subject took on an entirely different view.
He spun them around and, with a flash of thought, shoved Leo on top of the kitchen table so hard the legs scraped against the tile floor as it slid under their combined weight. With his hands now freed, Leo clutched at his shirtfront, and Alasdair maneuvered his way between his legs, placing his hands on the surface and pinning the human in.
“So you think you want that, do you? To be my yielding? To submit to my every demand, my every whim?”
When sensual need swirled inside Leo’s eyes, Alasdair’s own arousal ramped up to the ragged edge. Leo’s erection strained through his thin pants, and Alasdair couldn’t help himself from driving his hips up and connecting their rigid lengths.
I’d be inside your body. Your mind. Sometimes both.
The red stain on Leo’s cheeks made Alasdair want the man underneath him begging for it, dying for the control he could ultimately give. He wanted to sink his teeth, and his cock, inside the man laid out under him. But knowing what happened the last time, Alasdair didn’t dare risk it.
He took Leo’s hands from his shirt and stretched them above his head, holding them trapped against the table.
You have no idea what you are inviting, Leonidas Chapel.
When Leo spread his legs farther apart, Alasdair narrowed his eyes at the thought the man let echo through his mind.
I know exactly what I’m inviting. Maybe you’re just too scared to touch me.
Alasdair revealed his teeth in a feral smile and growled. The control he usually held so tight finally snapped in half.
THE SOUND THAT came from Alasdair would’ve been a warning to most, a threat of imminent danger. But the deep cadence had Leo twisting up to get closer to the body pressing him down on the table. He found it difficult to breathe as a warm tongue licked over the pulse at the base of his throat, but he managed to take a shaky breath.
Who’s scared now? You, Leonidas?
He heard the question inside his mind, and even though the answer was a definite yes, he forced himself to say, “No.”
Cool lips pressed against the skin under his ear, and in his mind, Alasdair whispered, Again, you lie to me.
He was ready to deny it, when Alasdair raised his head and crushed their mouths together. Leo writhed under the hard frame sliding over the top of his, and when Alasdair slipped his tongue out to sample his lower lip, everything flashed to white.
No, no, no.
It was happening again. That same odd kind of flashback. One minute, he was in the present with Alasdair, and the next—
“HMM... IT’S HARD to believe I found you before you promised yourself to another, agóri?”
I’m somewhere else entirely. Fuck, again? What is this? Wake up.
Wake. Up. Chapel.
He didn’t wake, but his vision cleared, and he saw Alasdair lounging on the steps of the large pool in the bathhouse. The crystal-clear water lapped at his chest, and half of his long hair was pulled up and tied away from his handsome face. Between his legs stood the other vampire, Vasilios. His muscular back appeared smooth as stone, and the look on Alasdair’s face as he gazed at the one before him was full of adoration—and Leo knew that what he was seeing had happened many years ago.
“Who said I am not promised?”
“Ahh yes, I suppose she counts, even if it was orchestrated by your fathers. Well, won’t they be disappointed when you do not return from this evening’s excursion.”
“Perhaps. But I cannot find it in myself to care.”
Witnessing moments like this was fucked up. It gave Leo a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach. This was an invasion of privacy, a glimpse of Alasdair’s past, and it felt wrong to be witnessing all that he was. He wasn’t sure why it was happening, but when Alasdair shifted off the step of the pool and moved closer to Vasilios, Leo wanted it to end.
He wanted to be away from the scene unfolding before his eyes and back in the kitchen where—
“AHH…” YES, RIGHT back here, where cool fingers had snaked between his legs and encircled his cock.
“It happened again, didn’t it?” Alasdair asked.
Leo panted and closed his eyes, hoping to hide whatever had just happened from the curious male hovering above him.
“What goes on when your eyes do that? When they cloud over that way?”
When Alasdair’s fingers stroked up the length of his erection and he leaned to the side to suck on his lobe, Leo groaned. He’d never wanted someone as much as he wanted the male currently working him over. He was close to begging when Alasdair nipped the shell of his ear and pushed into his mind.
You still won’t say? Then let me show you what’s going on in my mind.
And just like that, Leo saw an image of them as they were now—but not.
He was stripped naked, and bent down over him was Alasdair.
He had him pinned to the table, and when he raised his head and glanced Leo’s way, a drop of blood slid down the corner of his mouth.
Fuck…fuck, that’s hot.
Where Leo had once thought he would be disgusted by Alasdair feeding from him—suddenly, he was not. Every beat of his heart was like a warning, telling him this was madness. But as it kept time with his throbbing dick, he realized he’d never wanted to come so hard in his life as he did while watching that. The twisted image had turned him on even more.
Twisted is right. But you want it anyway, don’t you?
Brought back to reality by that tempting voice, Leo grunted and flexed under the grip still holding him to the table.