Underneath him, Leo lay with his legs open and his pants undone. His cock was flushed and engorged, and Alasdair knew exactly what Leo wanted right then: to fuck his fist until he came.
But he couldn’t risk it. Not until Vasilios was ready.
When his shoulder was released, and he was pushed down over Leo, Alasdair started to really grind his cock against the man.
This was Vasilios’s way of allowing him to get off now that his climax was near, so Alasdair took advantage and began to chase his own orgasm. He knew the quickest way to get it would be to release Leo’s body back to him, so he closed his eyes and did just that.
THE MINUTE ALASDAIR’S eyes shut, Leo’s body came back under his control. He reached down and shoved his pants below his hips as Alasdair rolled his over the top of him. Fucking yes…that feels amazing, Leo thought and arched up in response, wanting to feel that beautiful bare cock along his.
He kept his eyes open, determined not to become overwhelmed, but it was difficult because this was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever been a part of—even though, subconsciously, he knew he hadn’t had a choice at all.
Their erections lined up perfectly, and the weight of Alasdair’s body on top of his was deliciously insistent as the third male in this hell of a mindfuck beared down over them both.
Leo bowed up again into the solid body rub he was receiving, and when his eyes moved beyond Alasdair’s face to the striking one of his lover, his mind almost shut down on him. Lust and fever shone in Vasilios’s eyes, and Alasdair’s blood stained his lips as he licked them and his teeth retracted.
“Oh shit,” Leo whispered, awed by what he was seeing. Then Alasdair bent his head and dragged his tongue up along his neck.
The pulse thudding at the base of his throat must’ve been like a red flag to these two, but Leo couldn’t help the erratic beating of his heart. He was too aroused, too caught up in the moment being created by the perverse vampires looming over him, to care.
All he wanted was to come. He wanted Alasdair to bite him, and then he wanted to come all over the both of them. Hell, all over the three of us. Wait a second. What the fuck am I thinking?
Exactly what I am. Alasdair’s thought hit his mind the second his lips crushed down onto his.
As his tongue slid inside, Leo moaned into the kiss and sucked on the sensual intruder. He propelled his hips up, desperately trying to find some relief for his aching balls, and then Alasdair jerked his head back and bared his fangs as hot, sticky fluid hit Leo’s stomach.
The sight was so fucking brutish and carnal that Leo’s own climax raced down his spine wanting release, and just when he was about to explode—it happened.
That fucking bright shard of light that had him squeezing his eyes shut—and suddenly, his vision changed.
NO LONGER LYING underneath Alasdair, Leo froze. He was on his stomach as a breeze drifted across his skin. His erection was still pounding, and he was about to push up and look around when a strong body crowded down behind him, pressing him to the pallet that lay on the hard ground beneath him.
“Uh ah. Do not move. It is time.”
As that familiar, lyrical tone met his ears, Leo became motionless. The man behind him was…
Oh shit, this can’t be happening. Not now.
But when he was flipped over onto his back with no effort at all, he knew that it was. There, hovering over him, was Vasilios, and he was gloriously naked and very aroused.
Leo’s eyes shifted frantically to take in his surroundings, and that’s when he realized they were no longer in the bedroom from earlier. No longer where Alasdair was on the bed with the two of them.
He was back in the bathhouse.
Back in time.
Where Alasdair was nowhere in sight.
Leo was about to speak, but the male’s fangs appeared as he reverently brushed aside a piece of his long hair.
Finally, Leo understood what was going on. He wasn't seeing Alasdair in the vision because, this time, he was—
“Alasdair, son of Lapidos. You do not know how long I have waited for you.”
Then those sharp points sank into his neck and Leo lost consciousness.
“DO YOU CARE to explain what just happened here, Alasdair?”
Alasdair heard the question linger in the air as he closed his eyes and collapsed onto the mattress. His body was listless after being so well used. He’d been drained of his blood, his energy, and the will to speak at all.
He rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. Vasilios was at the other end, leaning against the solid headboard, his legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He was studying him with intense focus.
“Alasdair,” Vasilios said again, nudging his naked hip with his toes.
He looked over at where Leo was passed out beside them. He wanted to explain what had happened in those last few seconds, when Leo’s eyes had snapped wide open and he’d seemed to leave their plane of existence. But the problem was he didn’t have any answers that would satisfy his sire.
I don’t even have any that satisfy me.
He had a strange sensation of unease. It was as if his confidence had somehow disappeared because Leo, a human, had him all twisted up inside. Usually, he’d have no problem discussing anything with Vasilios. But he’d left things too long, and now, he was so caught up in his misplaced pride and arrogance of being defeated that he’d let his fixation with unraveling the hows turn into something more.
At least, that’s what he was telling himself.
There was no other logical explanation as to why he was so consumed by the man.
He stared at Vasilios, who was watching him while stroking a lazy finger up and down Alasdair’s leg. Then he narrowed his eyes on him.
“You missed a very important meeting this past month. I’m surprised you haven’t bothered to ask me about it. Or have you been so preoccupied that you forgot it even took place?”
The meeting. Fuck, it had slipped his mind. After the night he’d been punished and the days he’d spent healing, Alasdair had been hell-bent on getting back to Leo. Any thoughts of meetings or brood business had gone by the wayside, and as the realization of how he’d been acting hit him, Alasdair discovered his behavior really had changed.
Then Vasilios spoke, bringing him back to the present. “Several weeks back, the other Ancients and I received some information—”
“From who?” Alasdair interrupted, and then he caught himself and fell silent.
“Ypomoní̱. It was left in the Chamber, up on the podium, a place no one can enter unless extremely powerful. A scroll with ancient writings on it, a message sent to us. It stated that our time walking the Earth was coming to a close. That the end was near. The threat resembled many we’ve received in the past. One full of false posturing and annihilation. That’s when we knew we were dealing with something unlike anything any of us have seen.”