“I was not expecting to see you today, Alasdair, though we do need to talk. What brings you to my bedchambers?”
It was obvious from the tenting of the sheets that, although Vasilios hadn’t expected him, he certainly wasn’t opposed to his being there. As the familiar surge of lust ran through him, Alasdair was about to answer, but Leo moaned, recapturing his attention.
“I see, you brought your yielding with you.”
Vasilios’s biting tone brought his eyes back to him. He’d removed the covers now, and Alasdair watched him closely as he climbed out of bed.
“I have to admit, this is the first time I have ever felt cheated of your attention. I don’t much enjoy the feeling.”
Alasdair kept his eyes on the male headed his way, but as he got closer, he couldn’t help himself from looking down to the thick cock that proudly jutted out from its owner. The same one that had pleasured him so many times over the years.
“Should I be concerned?”
“Concerned?” Alasdair asked, even though he knew exactly what he meant.
Vasilios trailed his eyes over him, and as he stood there under the other vampire’s inspection, Alasdair was torn between the desire to go to him and another, more complex one—the desire to crouch down over Leo and protect him.
Protect him? From what? Vasilios?
The idea was preposterous. He would never defy him in such a way. But as the Ancient got closer, the urge intensified.
Vasilios shifted his gaze to where Leo lay and said, “Yes. Concerned that your obsession here will make me have to hurt you. Is that what you want? For me to hurt you?”
Alasdair didn’t know what he wanted. His mind was all over the fucking place. He wanted answers—he knew that much.
Back in Leo’s office, he’d thought the smartest thing to do was to come here to get them. He’d thought to explain all that happened with Leo to his sire and see if he knew anything of it. Perhaps Vasilios had knowledge of what Leo was or why he had the ability to do what he could do.
What he hadn’t counted on was the human latching on to his arm and coming with him.
Now, there they were, in the presence of the oldest and most powerful vampire in this realm, and he could only hope Leo remained unconscious. The mood radiating off Vasilios was ferocious, and the idea of telling him anything other than what he wanted to hear was quickly dissipating.
Stepping around Leo, Alasdair ran a hand through his hair and walked towards his sire. When he stopped opposite him, he wrapped his fingers around Vasilios’s stiff erection and said, “I’m still recovering from the last time you hurt me. I’m not quite sure my body could handle another of your punishments.”
Full of confidence, as always, Vasilios fucked his cock through the tight fist surrounding it. “You look fully recovered to me. Though it is hard to tell through all of your clothing, agóri. Time to lose them, nai?”
Before he could answer, Alasdair’s clothes were gone. One thought and they were a mere memory on the floor. Hunger flared in Vasilios’s eyes as he devoured the sight of his naked body, and the flame that ignited their green depths excited him. It always did.
Hundreds—no, thousands—had wanted to be owned by this male over the years of his existence, and only one ever truly had been—him.
“Flawless as always,” Vasilios praised, bringing a hand up to trace his fingers down the center of his chest. “Do not fret. I left no scars. You are still the most exquisite thing I own.”
Those words normally wouldn’t bother him. Alasdair knew whom he belonged to. This time, however, he thought of the expression on Leo’s face when he’d explained on the night of the Walk that his brood now saw him as his property.
“Alasdair?”
Alasdair groaned as familiar fingers curled around his shaft. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back while he ordered his mind clear of the human who, for right now, was passed out cold on the floor.
“Ah, and there your mind goes. Wandering back to him.”
They stood as close as they could possibly get without being inside one another, and when Vasilios stroked his fist up to the head of his length and twisted his wrist, Alasdair grunted and returned the gesture.
“Mhmm. Thinking of your golden-haired boy. The one you have yet to claim with this magnificent cock of yours.”
Alasdair ran his tongue over his top lip, the words and Vasilios’s touch making his gums tingle. He hadn’t come here for this, but when Vasilios bent his head and grazed his teeth along his collarbone, Alasdair knew he was only minutes away from being fucked.
“You make me hungry, Alasdair. Standing here so hard and aroused. And though I should be offended you’re busy thinking of another while I have you in my hand, I’ll forgo that to feed from you.”
Alasdair’s breath caught and his hand stopped moving when Vasilios cupped the back of his neck with his free hand.
“After all, why should I be jealous of such an inferior being? It seems so petty for someone such as myself when there is no comparison between us two.”
The lips talking could be so cruel at times. Yet, at others, like now, they could deliver the most erotic experience imagined.
“Wake him, omorfo mou agóri. I want him to see whom you belong to before you use this to lay claim to him.”
Alasdair did as he had been told, reaching out to Leo’s mind and waking him. Then he positioned himself on the bed and waited to be of service.
LEO’S MIND WAS a hazy mass of confusion when he finally came to. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to grab Alasdair back in his office, but a certain look had flashed in the vampire’s eyes, and he’d known he was about to bolt, or vanish.
Now…where the hell am I?
Wherever he was, he’d never been there before. He was sprawled across a hardwood surface, and the sooner he got up and moving, the better. He needed to find Alasdair. He wasn’t ready to be done with their previous conversation, and if he was willing to continue having it after his life had been threatened, then the least the vampire could do was stick around long enough to explain why he’d thought all of this was odd.
As his eyes adjusted to the light of the room, the massive claw foot of a wooden bed frame came into focus, and he froze.
A bedroom, he thought. I’m in a bedroom…but whose?
He was about to sit up and look around for the mercurial male, when a deep, throaty growl of satisfaction rang through the room. The sound was so erotic that the sensual cadence of it enveloped him and seemed to stroke its way down between his legs. Leo’s cock throbbed in response, and he palmed the erection swelling inside his pants.
Fuck. Where the hell did that come from?
He closed his eyes, squeezing his fingers around himself as he willed his dick to behave. But right when he thought he had control over it, he heard that growl again, followed by a voice.
“Parta. You know how you want it.”
Jesus, that’s hot. Take it? Take what? Leo thought, scrambling up to his knees. And…that voice. He’d know that coaxing, powerful voice anywhere.
He slowly raised his eyes over the elaborately carved footboard, and when he saw long, white fingers curled over the top of it, his mouth fell open in astonishment.