“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
And when an arrogant, “I know,” met his ears, Leo smiled despite himself.
Yeah, usually, that kind of god complex irked the hell out of him, but in this two-thousand-year-old’s case, it was fucking justified.
Leo placed his hands on the inside of Alasdair’s thighs, and when he angled his head and swiped his tongue across his balls, the groan that met his ears was like a fucking symphony. He did it again, and when Alasdair pushed his pelvis close to his face, Leo continued to tongue his sac.
He thought Alasdair’s skin would be cool like his hands had been. But he should’ve known better, because just as the vampire’s tongue was a warm pleasure point, the tight balls, which were heavy and taut, were hot to the touch. It was as if, when turned on, Alasdair’s temperature rose, and the thought of literally making him hot had Leo’s desire skyrocketing.
He nuzzled his face in closer and drew his tongue up the underside of Alasdair’s cock. Then he traced the veins he’d fantasized about, and when he got to the tip, he raised his eyes and saw that Alasdair’s had changed to black.
Oh fuck, what does that mean? He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Alasdair widened his legs and told him, “They change with heightened emotions. Which usually leads to one of two things. The desire to kill and feed or…”
Leo wrapped his fingers around the base of Alasdair’s cock. “Or…”
“The desire to fuck.”
Leo dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit inches from his lips and then blew his warm breath over it. If this was to truly be his last moment in life, then, hell, he was going to make it count.
“Let’s go with option number two.”
ALASDAIR WATCHED LEO lower his lips down his shaft and tried to rationalize what the fuck he thought he was doing.
He could see the blond hair between his thighs and knew he shouldn’t continue, but when Leo’s lips tightened around him, there was no way he was going to stop.
He’d wanted this man for weeks now, and he’d been denying himself over and over. First the urge to feed, knowing what it would do to him, and then the desire to fornicate. To fuck Leo so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
And why? Because he hadn’t known what Leo was. That wasn’t the case now. Or was it? Did he really have any more answers than he’d had earlier? Or merely his own suspicions?
Something fucked up happened whenever Leo disappeared into his dream state. The human was learning things about him and Vasilios that could potentially threaten their very existence. But still, he didn’t know anything more about who Leo was. And wasn’t that the whole reason Vasilios had been upset over having lost Stratos as a valuable source? Why would he want to kill Leo? What could be more valuable than one sent to end them?
Yes…that’s what I need to tell him. That’s how he’d convince Vasilios to spare him.
The idea planted itself as his instincts urged him not to continue down this treacherous path. But it was no use. The lure of the flesh, of the immoral things he wanted to do to the man he’d become consumed with, were too strong.
His desire to push inside Leo’s body and mind would not be denied. And when he shoved into Leo’s thoughts and saw him imagining the same, Alasdair pulled his cock free of the lips surrounding him.
Get on your hands and knees. When Leo shifted to the desired position and looked over his shoulder, Alasdair added, Se thelo.
He moved so he was between Leo’s legs, and then he bent down and scraped the tip of his fang over the curve of Leo’s ass before soothing the sting with his tongue. Leo sighed and Alasdair saw his head arch back so his neck was stretched nice and long in sensual invitation.
Needing to distract himself, Alasdair traced his fingers up the shadowed line of Leo’s crack then gripped the firm flesh of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He bit back a groan when Leo’s tight hole came into view, right before he dragged a hot, wet trail over it with his tongue.
Leo cursed his name, and when he reached under himself to curl his fingers around his cock, Alasdair flicked his tongue over the small pucker a second time. The unholy cry that filled his chamber made Alasdair’s fingers tighten, and the powerful taste of Leo on his tongue had him diving back in, deeper. He was determined to have this man writhing in his bed before he fucked him through it.
“Kialo,” Leo demanded in Greek, and Alasdair just about lost it.
He nipped at the sensitive skin and then ran his tongue along the dark crevice again, flirting with the puckered opening.
“I need something in me,” Leo confessed as he dropped his forehead to the pillow.
Alasdair brought a finger up to where his tongue was teasing and slowly pushed the tip against Leo’s body. When he shoved back, chasing his long digit, Alasdair pressed it firmer against his hole.
Is this what you want, Leonidas? And as he shoved the thought into Leo’s mind, he entered him with his finger.
The pillow under Leo trapped his moan, but when Alasdair went to remove his finger, he raised his head and managed, “Yes. That. Ksana. I want more of that.”
Loving the sound of his native language coming out of Leo’s mouth, Alasdair decided to give his human what he had asked for. He slid his finger back inside and sucked the stretched skin that was widening for his entry. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in its place, and when he added a second and third finger and Leo started to fuck them like he was ready for a dick, Alasdair was more than happy to give it to him.
Removing his hand, he moved up to crowd over him, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Leo’s . “You always surprise me. You like my fangs against your flesh, don’t you, file mou?”
Leo’s heart raced at the observation.
Alasdair chuckled. “That’s a resounding yes. Your body gives you away. Your cock, your heartbeat, the flush covering this creamy skin of yours. It all tells me you’re dying for it. And really, you are, aren’t you? Never more so than tonight.”
As his words taunted the man under him, Alasdair felt an ache of his own, and it had nothing to do with the straining flesh between his legs.
No. His words, relaying death and the end for this human, didn’t satisfy him as they usually would’ve. But before he could think any more on it, Leo shocked the hell out of him by rolling beneath him so he was flat on his back again and spreading his legs.
“You want to fuck me? Then shut up and fuck me. But you can look at me while you do it. You don’t get to forget my face once you’re done with me come sunrise.”
He wondered if Leo had any idea that, right then, he knew he’d never be able to forget his face—not if he lived for another two thousand years.
Alasdair rubbed their cocks together and let his eyes close, deciding that it was best to keep that information to himself. Then the hands he’d been determined to keep off his body grabbed his hips and pulled him down for a harder massage, and when Leo’s fingers moved over his ass to slip between his cheeks, Alasdair had to grit his teeth.
Once he got inside this man, he was going to bury himself there and finally find release from this all-consuming craving. What he wasn’t sure of was what would happen when the sun rose, after which, all of this would end.
But for now, he had Leo under him, and Alasdair couldn’t help but reach down between them and encircle their cocks, stroking a firm fist up both their lengths. He grunted when Leo shoved his entire body up, gliding the underside of his dick along his own, the sensation so unbelievable, Leo had him a hair trigger away from coming all over him.