Boaz squeezed his eyes shut. What the hell had he just done?
His lips parted as he dragged in a shaky breath. “You should… feed now.”
He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, giving Alexander access.
Nothing happened.
What was he waiting for?
“Alex…” he whined. Literally whined.
A beat later, Alexander moved on top of him. His lips came to Boaz’s neck, followed by the sting of his fangs.
“Oh fuck,” Boaz moaned before he could stop himself. He arched into the vampire, rolling his hips against his stomach as desire thrummed through his veins. Alexander sucked harder, turning him inside out.
Boaz dug his hands into the sand as he fought the urge to drag Alexander closer. He closed his eyes and let him drink his fill. When he was done, Boaz pushed Alexander off him and got to his feet. He turned around quickly to hide the huge tent in his boxers. Though it was useless. Alexander had probably felt how hard he was.
As for fucking kissing him.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Boaz snatched his clothes from the ground and ran.
Chapter 17
Alexander
Alexander lay where Boaz had shoved him, staring up at the night sky. His entire body felt tight and sensitive. It burned with a desire he couldn’t shake off as Boaz’s warmth clung to his skin and the taste of his lips lingered.
Alexander groaned as he reached for his aching cock. His hips rolled on their own against his hand, seeking that perfect friction he’d felt when Boaz had arched into him. He moved his hand along his length, pressing down. “Fuck.”
Boaz’s footsteps faded into the distance.
Alexander couldn’t believe he had just… left him like this.
Was it that easy for him?
To kiss him like that and then walk away as if it meant nothing?
Alexander let his hand fall away from his cock and fisted the damp sand beneath him.
What the hell was going on between them?
His gaze drifted back to the sky, searching the scattered stars as if they might offer him some kind of answer. But there was nothing. Only confusion.
He was losing control of himself, doing things he never would have done before. He should have been with Lyla right now, but like the other times, the moment Boaz walked away, the urge to go after him was undeniable. So strong, he couldn’t fight it.
And tonight was no different. He’d wanted to be close to him. But he hadn’t known how… hence the weird moment in the lake.
“That was so stupid,” he muttered under his breath. He pushed himself to his feet, his eyes immediately dropping to the tent in his boxer.
He was still fucking hard.
“Fuck!”
Alexander squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled, willing his body to calm down. When he felt calm enough, he picked up his clothes and teleported home. When he reappeared in his room, he tried to think through what happened tonight. Come up with solutions to prevent it from happening again.
Maybe they needed some distance. Some time apart. Alexander’s biggest problem was that he needed Boaz to survive. And that very reason put them in each other’s personal spaces. He had no choice but to be close to him, to touch him. Breathe in his scent. Feel his warmth.