“Mmm,” Alexander moaned. His fangs dropped. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Hunger and desire mingled inside him. His cock throbbed. And he really wanted to fuck Boaz.
Damn, Blade for putting that thought in his mind.
Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
But he had to fight it. He needed to break this dependence on the werewolf.
That was the only way he would win his bride. The only way he would regain control of himself.
His resolve lasted for two days. By the third day, Alexander was going mad.
All he could think about was sinking his fangs into Boaz’s neck while he pinned him down, making him take it. Fucking take his cock.
Chapter 18
Boaz
He was never coming back. Boaz couldn’t help but think so. For three days now the vampire hadn’t shown up. And Boaz feared he might be the reason why.
Heat crept beneath his skin as memories flooded his mind—the feel of water against his skin, the press of Alexander’s body, and the kiss…
Fuck.
He shouldn’t have done that.
He should have felt relieved that the vampire had finally stopped coming. But…
Boaz exhaled as he turned away. He dragged the covers up over his shoulder and closed his eyes. Before he could drift away, he felt a presence in the room. Boaz cracked one eye open.
And there he was.
“You’re here,” Boaz said, his voice thick with sleep. “I didn’t think you were going to come tonight.”
“I wasn’t,” Alexander growled. “I’m starving.”
“Hmmm…” Boaz hummed as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, sitting up when Alexander moved. His hands came down on either side of Boaz, trapping him against the mattress before he could fully rise.
The scent of mountain air and pine washed over him. Boaz wanted to lean into the vampire and bury his nose against his neck and breathe in his scent deep into his soul. His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him as he forced himself to stay still, holding himself back with everything he had.
He wasn’t making that mistake again. But hot, searing need burned through him, testing his resolve.
“I thought maybe you were getting better when you didn’t come. You…” Boaz trailed off as Alexander loomed over him, so close the air between them vibrated. Alexander’s eyes bled to a deep red as they locked onto him with an intensity that made Boaz’s chest tighten, and his hole twitched around his butt plug. He’d inserted it earlier when he thought Alexander wasn’t coming. Now, he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.
It was a whole new experience with Alexander there.
Boaz’s gaze dropped to Alexander—tempting. His heartbeat stuttered.
He bit off a moan as he looked away from the vampire.
“I’m not,” Alexander finally said, dragging Boaz’s gaze back. “I forced myself to stay away.”
“Why?”
Alexander stared at him in silence for so long that Boaz began to think he wouldn’t answer at all.
“Because I hate this. And I hate you for—” Alexander cut himself off abruptly as his eyes dropped to the curve of Boaz’s neck as if pulled by something he couldn’t resist.
Boaz’s breath hitched, becoming uneven as heat spread from the side of his neck and down to his slowly hardening cock. He fisted the sheets.