Chapter 18 Seth
SETH
Seth woke up from a short sex doze to find arousal already pooling low in his belly.
His breath hitched as he came back to full awareness. He was naked and warm and lying on his back, a large form hovering over him. Broad hands petted at Seth’s hips while a determined nose and lips and teeth nuzzled into tender skin.
Riley really seemed to like mauling Seth’s neck. It must have been a vampire thing. Not like Seth was complaining. Not when every one of Riley’s desperate touches sent a tingle down Seth’s spine, his dick twitching in interest.
Seth let out a sigh, and the hands on his hips drifted to Seth’s thighs, spreading them open and lifting them to wrap around Riley’s lower back.
Right. Riley had wanted face-to-face.
Seth’s breath hitched again, his cock filling like he hadn’t had the orgasm of his life only a little while ago.
Riley nibbled on Seth’s shoulder, and Seth’s hole clenched around nothing, like it was already aching for Riley’s girth. Jesus. It had been some time since he’d been dicked down, but Seth didn’t remember being this desperate for it. He shouldn’t even want it again so soon. He was tender down there.
Not that he was too sore. Riley hadn’t been rough earlier. No, he’d been…thorough. Very, very thorough. He’d taken Seth in strokes that were short but deep, his hips barely lifting from where they’d rested on Seth’s ass. As if any inch of space between them had been considered an inch too many.
It had been deeply sensual in a way Seth hadn’t known how to guard against, and that was without considering the bite that had forced him into shooting his load without warning.
Seth had been expecting frantic and rushed and to have everything over too quickly.
It still would have been hot—Seth was too far gone on Riley not to take the inexperience for what it was and enjoy the hell out of it anyway.
But Riley had flipped the script entirely and been slow and thorough and overwhelming.
Tricky fucking vampires.
Had Riley been aware of the hungry noises he’d made while fingering Seth open? The little grunts and murmurs of appreciation, like getting his fingers into Seth was some sort of gift for the ages?
And now Riley wanted more.
That was fine. Seth did too. And as Riley sucked on that tender spot beneath Seth’s ear, Seth opened his mouth to tell Riley to stop teasing and give him exactly what he craved.
But before he could, Riley finally lifted his head from Seth’s neck, and Seth saw it.
The curtains in the room were drawn, their surroundings dim even with the daylight outside, but Seth could still make out the Not-Riley of it all. Black eyes. Fangs.
Seth tensed, his gasp of surprise covered by Not-Riley’s deep, approving hum. Like Seth had been pleasing him, lying there pliant and soft and willing while he tortured Seth’s neck.
Was—was this allowed? Riley was touching him, but it was the other Riley, and he clearly planned for more than touching. He was equally naked and hard against Seth’s hip, rubbing against Seth in a way that made his intentions unmistakable.
Sure, Not-Riley had taken over for a second there while they’d been boning, but he hadn’t initiated anything. Was this different? Worse somehow?
But the vampire part of Riley was still a part of Riley. That was what Riley had said. Even if it was disjointed and separate in a way it wasn’t supposed to be. So not Not-Riley, but…Vampire Riley. Or just…Riley.
Seth reached up and cupped Riley’s jaw, trying to gain some insight by staring into those black eyes. He pressed a thumb to one of Riley’s sharp fangs. “You want me too, hm?”
The rubbing continued, except for now Riley shifted the angle of his hips so that their hard cocks were rubbing together.
Seth shivered with the new, delicious pressure against his hardening dick.
That seemed to be an affirmative.
“I hear you made things pretty rough for Riley growing up.” A blink of those black eyes. Seth pressed the other fang, keeping away from the sharp tip. “But you were hungry, weren’t you? Hungry and trapped in a body too young for you.”
Black eyes drifted closed, as if to savor Seth’s touch. Were his fangs sensitive? Did it feel as good to sink them into Seth’s skin as it felt to receive their bite? Riley opened his eyes slowly and then treated Seth to another determined rock of his hips.
Seth licked his lips. “Should I let you?”
It was hard to admit to himself how much he wanted to.
How much he was drawn to this other side of his sweet friend.
But how could he not be? It was like seeing all the alarming intensity in Riley’s nature distilled into an even higher potency.
The kind of presence that had Seth’s hair standing up, the kind that made him hyperaware of every one of his breaths, his movements.
The kind that shouldn’t have been erotic but really, really was.
Riley spoke, his voice that deeper, rougher version of himself. “Not. First.”
It took Seth a minute—it was hard to think clearly with this unspoken, slow frotting happening—but he got there eventually. “You mean I already gave Riley this first?”
Riley nodded.
“And now it’s your turn?”
Riley nodded again.
Seth laughed in disbelief. “Jesus, that’s presumptuous.”
Riley ducked his head back into Seth’s neck, and one of his fangs grazed the tender skin there. He did it with enough pressure to draw a bit of blood, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight down Seth’s spine. He was leaking precum now, the slick substance easing the glide between their cocks.
And then Riley huffed and licked the blood off Seth’s neck, soothing the sting.
He lifted his head, staring down at Seth with a new quirk to his lips.
For a creature so hungry, the gesture was surprisingly…playful. Like something the other Riley might do.
Seth, for his part, had no idea what the hell he was doing. And without the benefit of knowledge, he needed to go with instinct.
This part of Riley had been…squashed down over the years. Riley had been fighting himself—fighting this part of himself—for obvious and probably valid reasons, given his age for most of it.
But maybe that was why the voice squashed Riley down in turn.
A form of protection or a form of retaliation—either would make sense.
But whatever the reason, Riley was older now, and both sides of him needed to get their acts together.
He didn’t need to be separate anymore, and the fractures in his nature were hurting him.
And there was one thing both sides of him wanted equally.
Seth just couldn’t believe he was that thing.
All the tension and hyperawareness that came from being covered head to toe with Not-Riley had Seth’s whole body trembling now. He wished he could say it was from fear. That would be the smart emotion to be feeling. So sensible, fear.
It wasn’t fear.
Seth reached out blindly across the bedspread with his free hand. He found the little bottle of lube and spread some on his fingers, then reached between them and gripped Riley’s cock, covering him with it.
All the while, Riley stared down at him hungrily, a low, rumbling sound emanating from his chest.
Seth lifted his chin. “A kiss first.”
Riley didn’t wait for further permission. He lowered his head and claimed Seth’s mouth, swiping his tongue inside like he’d been doing it all his vampire life.
The hunger was the same, Riley and his vampire both. They both kissed Seth like they wanted to consume him. They both had that aggressive need to take everything Seth offered and then grasp for more.
They were two parts of the same whole. Seth could feel it. He was on the right track.
He arched up, wrapping his legs higher as he tilted his hips, leading Riley wordlessly where he wanted him to go. Riley growled again, shifting so his cock lined up with Seth’s hole.
Seth moaned at the stretch as that fat head sank into him, all his sensitive nerve endings set alight once more.
God, it felt good. It shouldn’t have felt this good, not when everything else was so confusing.
Riley pushed in mercilessly, and when he’d bottomed out, he dropped onto his elbows. Once again they were pressed together completely, bare skin touching bare skin. Riley drove his hips back and punched in again, and Seth couldn’t help the tortured sound that escaped him.
Good. So, so good.
Riley broke their kiss, licking at Seth’s lower lip. “More,” he growled.
More what? More fucking? More blood? More kissing? He was the one who’d stopped the kissing. But he was staring expectantly at Seth’s mouth, like he was waiting for something.
He wanted more noises. More of Seth’s moans.
Seth dug his heels into Riley’s ass and wrapped one arm around his neck. “Do it again, then.”
Riley grinned, his fangs gleaming, and then he was driving that thick cock into Seth again and again in a relentless pace.
Seth hoped the moms were far, far from this house right now because he couldn’t help the sounds escaping him. The punched-out moans that kept pitching higher and higher. Riley was just so deep, completely ruthless as he carved Seth out and filled him up with only Riley, Riley, and more Riley.
Seth desperately shoved a hand between them, cupping his cock. He didn’t have the strength or focus to stroke himself, but he let friction do its work, Riley’s perfect fucking stomach muscles flexing against the back of his hand.
Seth’s eyes fell closed. His back arched.
“Seth.”
The sound of it was different from the rough rasp Seth had been hearing since he’d woken up. Softer. More familiar.
Seth opened his eyes. Pure black stared down at him, but still—that was his Riley, wasn’t it, peeking out from behind the shadows?
And then Seth blinked, and that other Riley was gone. Vampire Riley growled, grinding into Seth with new determination. Seth’s body rocked on the bedspread, his arms and legs trembling with how tightly he had them wound around Riley’s back.
“Oh fuckkk,” he groaned.