As Alasdair ran his tongue along his teeth, Leo’s hardened cock wept. Alasdair’s eyes lit up like someone had flicked on a switch, and Leo had to clench his hands into fists by his sides. This beast of a man was focused entirely on him, and the light-headed rush he got from that was a high unlike he’d ever experienced.
Alasdair had been right. When under his spell, a person wouldn’t mind being hooked up and fucked up by him.
Leo let his eyes trail down the tense vampire, and when he reached Alasdair’s stiff erection, he couldn’t help pressing a palm to his own dick.
What the hell. You only live once…right?
“If I’m to die in the morning,” Leo said, taking another step until the water was hitting them both. “I want you to take me as you would your,”—What did they call it again? Ah yes— “yielding for the night. The kind with the handcuff. Not the collar.”
Alasdair shook his head, and Leo knew that his meaning had gotten through. Then the vampire backed up faster than Leo had expected.
“No.”
“Yes,” he said, empowered by the conflict warring on Alasdair’s face.
“No. And I don’t have to wait until dawn to do what must be done. So do not mistake me for the bargaining kind.”
Leo reached for his shirt and pulled it from his pants, the soaked material peeling away from his skin. “Then why wait?”
“Leonidas—”
“Yes, Alasdair?” It was strange. The more confidence he showed, the more it seemed as if doubt were creeping into Alasdair’s mind. And Leo knew why. He didn’t trust himself around him. He didn’t trust himself to be able to resist the urge to feed.
“Ti mou kanis? I should just end it now,” Alasdair said, his eyes narrowing on him, and as Leo unbuttoned his jeans he nodded in agreement.
“You could. Or you could fuck me like you have been wanting to since you first saw me. Se thelo tora. I’m not stupid. In fact, I’m extremely smart. Do you think I don’t know you want it as much as I do—”
Before another word could leave his mouth, Alasdair gripped his shoulders, and Leo suddenly found himself naked and back in the bedroom they’d vacated, flat on his back in that massive bed.
“Well, that’s handy. You even dried me off.”
When Alasdair lowered his head, Leo shut his mouth. The tip of Alasdair’s tongue touched the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and then he nuzzled his nose into the crook and inhaled.
“You are right, file mou. I’ve never wanted to feed from someone as much as I want to from you.” The confession was tormented as Alasdair’s nose brushed up his neck, and when a fang grazed his lobe, Leo arched his head away, giving Alasdair a view of what he wanted most. “But you will not fool me. I may want to taste you, but I remember what happened the last time I sank my teeth into your neck. So perhaps you are right.” He pressed his entire weight against him, and every muscle, including that thick erection, aligned with his. “I will sink my cock inside you instead.”
ALASDAIR ROCKED HIS hips over Leo’s, and when he groaned and arched his body up, he moved down to nip at his shoulder.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? I can smell it on you now. Your arousal, it’s delectable.”
“Oh fuck,” Leo moaned, but the sound was muffled.
Alasdair lifted his head and gazed down into the lust-filled eyes staring back at him. “What was that?”
Leo punched his hips back up with more force, and this time his words were crystal clear. “I said, ‘Oh fuck.’”
The powerful arousal mixing with Leo’s natural scent made Alasdair’s hunger intensify, and he snarled like a wild dog at the pissed tone of Leo’s curse.
“How very true. We’re so fucked. But it’s too late to turn back now,” he admitted, and then he let go to kneel between Leo’s legs.
When Leo spread his naked thighs farther apart for him, Alasdair fisted his cock as he took in the feast splayed out on his bed. Then he reminded himself not to get used to it. It could only be this once. Just this night. And the only craving that would be satisfied was the one he was currently stroking. Not the one in the pit of his stomach.
Alasdair knew the only way he could do this was to keep Leo’s hands off him, so he shifted down and pinned the man’s hands over his head. Then he grazed the entire length of his body against the writhing one under him.
“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and when you finally close your eyes, you will welcome the relief I will give to you,” he promised.
Leo’s eyes flashed at him, and the fire Alasdair saw there made him want to pound him into the mattress. He had to give the man points—he was always courageous, even when faced with his own demise.
Then Leo wrapped his legs around his waist and replied, “Let’s deal with that in the—”
Alasdair didn’t let him finish. He was done listening. And instead, he crushed their mouths together.
GODDAMN IT ALASDAIR can kiss, Leo thought as his tongue tangled with the sexy-as-fuck vampire’s. He thrust and tangled with him, playful and forceful at the same time, and when Leo lifted his head from the pillow to get a better taste, one of Alasdair’s hands came under his head to hold him in place.
Leo sucked on his tongue, reveling in the deep moan that left the male weighing him down. The unreal pressure of Alasdair over him gave him something to rub his dick on as it made a sticky trail all over Alasdair’s taut stomach.
When Alasdair removed his other hand to crowd down over him, Leo had no choice but to lie still as his dark angel trapped him against the bed. Alasdair’s eyes glowed back at him before he dragged a tongue along his jaw, and Leo thought he would come right then.
“You need to stay still. Or this will be over before you feel my cock where you most want it.”
The sensual words had Leo’s breath coming in a desperate pant, but he made sure to keep his eyes on Alasdair when he replied, “Can’t control yourself? I’m disappointed. I was sure someone as old as you would last longer than five minutes.”
He wasn’t sure, but he could’ve sworn Alasdair’s lips twitched. However, he was too busy keeping an eye on the lethal teeth only inches from his face.
“You have a smart tongue, Leonidas. I wonder if it’s as talented as it is talkative.”
Leo’s cock pulsated against Alasdair’s as the implication of those words formed an image in his head.
“You also have a very detailed imagination. And a high opinion of your skill.”
When Alasdair nipped at his ear, Leo’s breath hitched, and then he asked, “Is that a bad thing?” He then purposely imagined, in great detail, Alasdair on his back and him sucking the hard cock he could feel against his own. He wanted nothing more than for Alasdair to slide inside his mouth and along his tongue. But before he could request it, their positions were reversed, and Alasdair had a hand on his shoulder, urging him down his body.
“No. It’s not a bad thing if it proves to be accurate.”
Leo looked at the devilishly handsome face daring him to put his money—Huh—where his mouth would soon be and smirked. He’d never had a complaint before.
He slid down the solid body under him, making sure to drag his aching cock over every inch, until he settled between Alasdair’s solid thighs.
He pressed his erection against the mattress, trying to hold off the orgasm threatening, but when Alasdair raised his legs to plant his feet flat on the bed, Leo thought he might explode.
Only inches from his face was the most spectacular sight he’d ever seen, and soon, his mouth would be all over it. He could see every inch of Alasdair’s cock, balls and ass, and if Leo had thought he was the perfect example of a male specimen before, he was now fucking positive men had been designed after him.