“For what?” Boaz whispered.
“For binding me to you. For making me think about you even when I don’t want to. For making me crave this more than anything,” Alexander said. As he spoke, he leaned in closer, closing what little space remained between them.
A shiver ran through Boaz’s body as Alexander’s breath ghosted over the side of his neck.
When he sank his fangs into him, Boaz couldn’t fight the avalanche of feelings crashing through his body. He arched off the bed, his hips rocking up and down all of their own. The butt plug suddenly felt tight, heavy and big inside him. And it pressed against that spot that always felt amazing.
Fuck…fuck…fuck…
Above him Alexander groaned as he gulped mouthfuls of blood. The sounds did things to Boaz. They were driving him crazy, making him dizzy with want, making him aware of the space between them. His hands choked the sheets, his grip tightening with every pull of Alexander’s mouth.
Then suddenly, Alexander’s arms gave out and he fell on top of Boaz. The vampire’s weight sank into him. Their bodies lined up—chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis.
Boaz’s eyes widened when he felt Alexander’s cock, thick and …. hard against his own.
When he felt himself melt into the mattress, his thighs falling open to accommodate Alexander’s narrow hips, he silently cried.
God, he was fucking easy.
Boaz was sure the vampire could feel how hard he was, but he didn’t move away.
If anything, Alexander snuggled closer, his cock sliding over Boaz’s in the most delicious and excruciating way.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned.
Just then, Alexander shifted against Boaz. An unmistakable roll of his hips as though he was fucking into him. Boaz’s gaze snapped down. At that moment all Boaz could see was the back of Alexander’s head, the fall of his long hair hiding his face.
Boaz wanted to see it. Wanted to see the look on his face. See if he knew what he was doing. Boaz’s hands flexed against the sheets as he itched to sink his fingers into Alexander’s hair and pull his head back. Before he could move, Alexander lifted his head and stared down at him.
Boaz forgot how to breathe. The covers suddenly felt to too warm.
“What?” Boaz asked, trying to sit up but Alexander placed his forehead on his.
“What have you done to me?” he ground out, his voice rough. Pained.
“I haven’t done…” Boaz moaned, his words cut off as Alexander took his lips in a searing kiss. Boaz’s eyes slid closed as he tasted his own blood and the very essence of Alexander. His cock hardened so fast he couldn’t breathe. “What are you doing?” he asked as Alexander shifted above him, pulling on the covers as he continued to kiss him. Boaz gripped the covers to his chest close.
He was naked under there.
“What does it look like? I’m picking up from where we left off at the lake,” he said, tugging on the covers again. “I want to feel your skin again. That’s all I could think about when I forced myself to stay away from you. The feel of your skin. The taste of your lips. The pleasure you ignited inside me when you did this.” Alexander ground against him again.
“Fuck.” Boaz swallowed his tongue. He coughed, his grip tightening on the covers.
“Yeah, fuck,” Alexander bit back. “I should be pursuing my bride, my future but all I can think about is how you felt against me when you kissed me.”
He tugged harder on the covers.
“Wait…. wait, let me…” Boaz breathed, trying to think, but his mind went blank when Alexander sucked on his neck. “Oh shit.” His grip loosened on the covers, and Alexander pulled them off him.
He stared down at him as if he was memorising every inch of his body. Goosebumps erupted along Boaz’s cock and thighs, where Alexander’s eyes were focused like lasers.
“Alex…” Boaz begged. He didn’t even know what he was begging for. He felt vulnerable. Exposed. He turned away unable to take it any longer. The bed dipped as Alexander got off. Boaz breathed out in relief, thinking that he was leaving. But the sound of clothes hitting the floor filled the silence. Boaz turned and looked. As soon as Alexander came into view, he wished he hadn’t. The vampire stood there, his long hair cascading down a wide chest, that tapered down to narrow hips, and thick toned thighs. And between those thighs was his thick, long cock, jutting out of trimmed pubic hair. Boaz stared salivating.
He looked gorgeous. Mouthwatering. And Boaz wanted that cock. He licked his lips, his hole pulsing around the butt plug. Pleasure zapped through his ass all the way to the top of his head.
“Fuck,” he cursed, closing his eyes.
The bed dipped again as Alexander climbed back on. Boaz held his breath, fighting every part of himself not to reach for the vampire.