Alexander flipped him to his back.
“I want to come on you,” he growled. “I want to smell myself on you. When we fight.”
Boaz’s heart clenched in his chest as he stared up at the vampire. He lifted his hand and ran it down Alexander’s chest. “Okay,” said as he lay back down. The covers beneath him seemed to warm again, enveloping him in a cocoon as everything around him disappeared. Alexander grasped his cock. And stroked, his eyes closing in bliss. Boaz did the same, arching off the bed as his orgasm rushed through him.
“Ahh…shit,” he moaned as cum spurt out and hit his chest. And almost went out of his mind as Alexander’s cum hit his skin. “So hot,” Boaz mumbled as he trembled. Alexander whimpered above him..
Alexander took a deep breath, then dropped down next to him. Boaz turned to him, and slowly ran his fingers down his chest, memorizing every inch of him. His heart clenched in his chest at the thought of tomorrow. He blinked away tears as he pushed the thought away, not allowing it to ruin this moment.
As if he read his mind, Alexander pulled him to his chest.
“I’m wet,” he protested as the cum made their skin stick together.
“I don’t care,” Alexander said as he held him tighter. Boaz closed his eyes, and held on to him.
“I love you,” he finally said.
“I know. I love you too” Alexander said, his voice rough. “Rest. Tomorrow we have a long day.”
“Do you think we can win this war?” he asked.
“I hope so,” Alexander said, leaning his forehead to his. Boaz stared at him, getting lost in Alexander’s gaze. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“You will. How?” Boaz asked. Alexander didn’t answer. He sank his fingers into Boaz’s hair instead, holding him still for asearing kiss. Boaz moaned, his body flaming all over again. He couldn’t get enough of him.
Alexander kissed him for a few seconds, then gently pulled away. “I need to go and speak to Manlius.”
“Okay,” Boaz said. He needed to go talk to the packs that had gathered as well. They needed to come up with a plan on how they were going to do this, but he would rather stay in bed with Alexander. He got out of bed reluctantly and padded to where he’d dropped his clothes. He quickly got dressed, his eyes on the messed up bed.
This was going to be embarrassing.
But Alexander didn’t seem to care. He easily walked to the door and opened it.
“You finally come out,” Manlius said, giving them a disappointed look. “This room was meant for the married couple.”
“There are other rooms,” Alexander said without remorse. Boaz looked down at his feet, mortified.
“We should go and apologize, Alexander,” Boaz said.
“It’s too late. Killan prepared another room for them,” Manlius said.
“It's sorted then,” Alexander said. “We need to talk.” Manlius gave him an incredulous look and then turned and walked down the hallway.
“You should have apologized,” Boaz said, poking Alexander on his side with one finger.
“Why? They got another room. No harm done,” Alexander said, closing his hand around Boaz’s finger and holding it. He pulled him to a stop and stared down at him, an intense look in his eyes.
“What?” Boaz asked.
“Nothing,” Alexander said. “Go to camp and get as much rest as you need.”
“Okay,” Boaz said. He leaned closer and kissed Alexander, his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know why, but it felt like goodbye. “I’ll see you out there.”
Alexander nodded, then walked away. Boaz turned and walked down the stairs.
He prayed to whoever would listen that they save them.
Chapter 33