Nick nodded. “Yes. I’m just visiting.”
“Vacation?” Caster couldn’t resist touching his hair, pushing the longer strands behind his ear to reveal his pulsing carotid.
Nick’s breath caught as Caster’s fingers brushed his neck. “No. I was visiting a friend.”
Caster leaned in, filled his lungs with the unique scent of his blood, and placed a kiss on the pulsing artery.
Nick moaned and grabbed Caster’s thigh.
“Do you want me?” The scent of Nick’s arousal mixed in with the allure of his blood was answer enough, but Caster needed his explicit consent.
“Yes.” His voice was a tiny whisper that Caster almost missed, his focus drowning in the rushing sound of his blood.
He placed his thumb on the artery, the pumping blood throbbing through it tickling his skin. “Look at me.”
The submissive in Nick obeyed with little hesitation.
Caster’s hand closed around his neck as he drew him closer. The first touch of their lips was a glance at best. But when Nick opened his mouth with all the eagerness of a needy submissive, Caster took full advantage, deepening the kiss.
The rush of his blood in Caster’s ears drowned out the muffled sounds of Nick’s pleasure. He pulled him onto his lap without breaking the kiss and reached for his belt. Caster pulled away for a second, ready to stamp out any sign of hesitation, only to find total surrender.
Nick threw his head back as soon as Caster’s hand closed around his cock. His lips found his prize again, and Nick tilted his head further to give him access. It was not necessary to bring his prey pleasure before feeding, but Caster preferred his blood infused with pleasure hormones.
Unaware he gave himself over to a predator, Nick’s moans increased with each passing second. He was close, and Caster obliged his unvoiced request to stroke faster. As his heartbeat crossed the threshold of unimaginable pleasure, Caster’s fangs lengthened and pierced his carotid.
Nick’s body jerked in his arms as Caster drank deep, the unique taste of Nick filling his taste buds, his blood mixing in with his own to cause a rush of power. He held on to his prey tighter as the orgasm tore through his body, Nick’s moans filling the room, yet all Caster allowed himself was the effect of the fresh blood.
It permeated every cell, infusing him with strength. He hummed his pleasure as he continued to take it in, regaining his vigor and control. A few more pulls and Nick’s muscles relaxed in his hold. It was time to stop. He pulled his fangs out and kept a tight hold on his slack form as Nick all but collapsed into his arms, his head on Caster’s shoulder.
Caster reveled in the nourishment the blood provided. He punctured his thumb and rubbed the blood on the puncture wounds on Nick’s neck, the healing essence in every vampire’s blood repairing the damage his fangs had inflicted. He laid Nick’s unconscious form on the couch next to him and straightened his clothes. Only then did he notice the drinks he’d ordered and a smirking Damien sitting across from him.
“Couldn’t wait?” his cousin asked, his smile growing.
Caster shrugged, grabbed his drink, and took a sip. The over-priced whisky was bland compared to the rich blood pumping through his body. He glanced at Nick. Perhaps he would compel him to stay. The prospect of hunting again in a few days wasn’t appealing. Unlike Damien, he didn’t enjoy the chase.
Mark had only just reined in his irritation by the time they made it to Caster’s over-the-top mansion. He was being petty with his assessment, but the house was so large, it was almost a monstrosity. Who needed that much space anyway? Their house, as large as it was, was a cottage compared to this.
As the car sent to retrieve him and his brother from the airport made its way through the long driveway toward the main house, Mark noted the house’s seclusion. It was well away from any large human settlement, surrounded by what looked like a well-maintained forest. Like their home, this mansion, the grounds, and the forest around it were all cloaked.
The vampire driving them into the unknown had glanced at them once, motioned for them to enter the vehicle, and had not spoken a word since.
The giant double front door opened as soon as the car came to a stop, and the driver, who was too good to talk to them, motioned for them to enter. Mark had never been so happy to see his younger brother Mikey, who all but ran toward them, hugging him. The youngest of them, Mikey, was always quick to trust, and Mark couldn’t help but assess his brother’s health.
Mikey pushed away from him when he held on longer than necessary. “I’m fine.”
Mark shrugged. “Had to be sure.”
The young vampire Mikey had been with was tentative in his actions as he stepped forward and reached his hand out in greeting. “Hi, I’m Ben.”
Mark stared at the proffered hand. He wasn’t about to fall for fake pleasantries.
The young vampire frowned and then smiled when Dean accepted his handshake. He seemed to be a Made-Vampire, although having spent too much time avoiding vampires, Mark couldn’t be sure.
The vampire turned his attention from Mark’s hostility to address Dean. “My brother is waiting in the conference room. I can show you around as we make our way there.”
“We don’t need to—” Mark started.
“Of course. We would like that.” Dean leveled him with his most intense Prime Alpha stare. “Wouldn’t we?”