What was happening only a few feet away from him was something he had only ever imagined in his dirtiest, horniest dreams. Alasdair was—Christ…fuck. He was completely naked, and Leo blinked a couple times, trying to decide if he was hallucinating. But when a harsh curse echoed throughout the room, and the fingers on the wood flexed, Leo knew he wasn’t. His eyes flicked up to watch Alasdair toss his head back and snarl.
I definitely did not dream this up, he thought, transfixed by what was going on. He wasn’t sure his brain had the capacity to conceive such an animalistic vision.
A large hand smoothed over the back of Alasdair’s dark hair, and as it gripped the back of his neck and held him in place, Alasdair’s eyes collided with his. The glow in Alasdair’s seemed to ignite a fire inside Leo, and his cock went from under control to a pulsating reminder that, God…he really loved men.
He then looked at the second occupant of the bed, but there was really no need. He already knew who he’d see—and he was right. There, situated on his knees, with his cock balls-deep inside Alasdair, was Vasilios. And the sight of him naked and fucking Alasdair had Leo’s dick weeping in response.
Mhmm. The low hum of gratification vibrated through his mind as Alasdair braced his arms against the wood to hold himself in place. Come here, file mou. You know you want to.
Of course he fucking wanted to, and Alasdair knew that. But, as the invitation penetrated his brain, Leo shuffled away. When his back hit a wall, Alasdair’s fangs, those razor-edged fangs of his, slid down into place. Vasilios cursed violently as he gripped Alasdair’s hair and then twisted his head to the side.
Like a beast being brought to heel, Alasdair growled, and Leo winced at the force being used. But Alasdair bucked back against the other vampire, clearly enjoying it. Vasilios aligned his chest with Alasdair’s back, and when he caught Leo watching them, his eyes flashed bright.
Oh, mother of God. If he’d thought Alasdair could hold his attention, this guy must be a fucking hypnotist.
A conceited smirk crossed Vasilios’s mouth, reminding Leo he could hear his every thought. Then his fangs punched out of his gums, and Leo couldn’t stop himself from cupping his erection through his pants.
He knew what the vampire was about to do. Knew it as if he’d announced his intention out loud. Then he did it.
Vasilios parted his lips and struck, sinking his teeth deep into Alasdair’s neck, and the roar that ripped out of Alasdair was one of sublime ecstasy.
Leo frantically unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He needed to get his hand on his dick, and he needed it right fucking now.
As he wrapped his fingers around the painful hard-on, he spread his legs and jerked up through his fist. His own groan of pleasure escaped his mouth as he masturbated to the unrestrained mating taking place on the bed, his heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer.
What does it feel like, he wondered. What does it feel like when they bite one another?
Come here, Alasdair’s voice invited inside his mind, and the command for his body to do what it had been told took over.
After getting to his feet, Leo walked over to the side of the bed where the two were entwined. His eyes roved over the naked tangle of arms and legs, and then a firm hand clamped onto Alasdair’s shoulder to haul him up to his knees.
When both males were kneeling back to front, Leo couldn’t help from looking down to Alasdair’s stiff cock.
Get on the bed, Alasdair commanded, and Leo’s eyes flew to the vampire Vasilios. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, though, because the next thing Leo knew, he was climbing on the mattress and lying flat on his back through no will of his own.
Once he was situated with his legs spread wide, Leo thought his heart might fly out of his chest as Vasilios ran his tongue up the side of Alasdair’s neck, licking the blood trickling down his skin.
Leo’s cock pounded at the visual they made, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to get himself off to them. But he couldn’t. He was trapped in his body, save for the movement of his eyes. So he lay there and waited for whatever would happen next.
God, let them touch me, he thought, staring up at the feral-looking vampire getting ready to… What did Alasdair call it?
Fuck and feed. He’s going to fuck me while he feeds, Leonidas. And you are going to watch.
Leo couldn’t stop the ragged sound that left him then, when Alasdair moved down over him and planted his hands on either side of his head. His face was so close that Leo wanted to crane up and take his lips with his own, but when he tried, he realized he was still under Alasdair’s will.
“He really is poli omorfos, agóri. I see the allure. It won’t be a hardship to watch him come when we do. Until then, keep your yielding still.”
Alasdair grunted in response as Vasilios sank his teeth back into his neck and then delivered a hard thrust to his body. Leo’s eyes widened at the disturbing display but couldn’t stop himself from watching.
He wanted to touch the man whose muscles were shaking as he held himself in place for the one who groaned and sucked from his vein. Or better yet, he wanted to touch himself where his pants were open and his shaft throbbed against his thigh.
This is insane, Leo thought. Totally fucking insane. But when Vasilios raised his head and his teeth left Alasdair’s throat, Alasdair lowered his body a fraction farther and dragged it over his.
When the long, hard length of Alasdair’s cock grazed his own, Leo’s eyes squeezed shut from the eroticism of it.
Mhmm.
Alasdair’s raspy groan of sexual gratification pushed into Leo’s mind right before a hoarse shout left his lips. Leo opened his eyes at the cry, and he didn’t have to be behind him to know that Vasilios had just re-entered Alasdair.
The hands by his head clenched the covers, and Alasdair’s nostrils flared at the brutal force of the thrust. Then his eyes found Leo’s and he licked those lush lips. There was no doubt Alasdair lived for this kind of possession.
Still trapped as he was, Leo could do nothing more than lie there. Every time the vampire shoved his cock in and out of Alasdair, Alasdair would grind his erection hard against Leo’s, causing one hell of a mess as sticky pre-come dripped from its tip.
He might not have voluntarily come to this bed, but now that he was there, watching the hedonistic smorgasbord unfold, all he could hope for was some kind of completion before it ended. Because, if not, he might die from the amount of frustration he was enduring.
VASILIOS’S FINGERS DUG into Alasdair’s neck as his cock tunneled into his body. He could tell by the way his sire’s hips had picked up pace that he was about to strike again, and when Vasilios halted both their movements and his teeth once again fastened to his carotid, Alasdair felt as though his eyes would roll to the back of his head.
The pleasure was sublime. There was none other like it. It was both brutal and beautiful, and the feeling was a fucking rush.
When he’d first invited Leo over, it’d been with the intention of distracting Vasilios from whatever slight he’d been feeling. However, the second Leo had stopped by the bed, his sire’s fingers had grasped his shoulder and Alasdair was certain he’d miscalculated.
But when he’d gotten Leo up on the mattress and under them, Vasilios had sunk his teeth into his throat, along with his conditions—You can have him join, but he doesn’t touch you. Not while I feed—and the vicious fucking he was now receiving was the result.