Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Vidar
Kai’s salt and orange-sweet blood soaks into my deepest, most primal of needs. I angle his face up, my desperate fingers cupping his jaw and tangle around his braids. I'm so damn hungry to delve my tongue deeper into the soft, blazing heat of his mouth, I’m near-feral.
But Kai grins and playfully pulls back, taking his addictive heat with him. A single taste isn’t enough, will never be enough, and I hunt him down.
A deep, possessive growl rumbles in my chest as I drag him back to me. When our lips crash together again, my pulse catches fire, and I swallow every gasping moan he gives me as I part his blood-stained lips with my own.
Yet Kai’s little smirk never leaves, and it seems my mate wants to tease me.
Kai nips at my lips as he grabs hold of my hair and yanks at my locks hard enough to pull us apart.
“You wanna play?” My voice comes out rough as gravel.
“Yeah,” Kai breathes, trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my neck to lick my bobbing Adam’s apple. He hooks a leg around my waist to grind into my erection locked behind my zipper. “Fuck yeah, I wanna play with my straight vampire.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Kai.” I slide my hands down his back, the leather of his coat a frustrating barrier, and if the thing didn’t mean so much to Kai, I’d yank it from his body to be lost in the crowd.
I hoist Kai up when I finally capture the soft swell of his ass in my large hands. A groan I can’t keep down escapes as his legs wrap around me.
I plaster my mouth to his, and Kai takes the chance to slip his clever tongue inside and licks up one of my fangs in a spine-tingling flick.
Groaning as that tingle makes its way to my cock, I suck his tongue deeper down my throat. But Kai’s still got my hair wrapped around his fingers. So when my little prince pushes away, a playful gleam in his blown-out eyes, my salivating mouth is left empty.
I snarl like a dragon denied his treasure, and Kai drops his head back, laughing. “Still straight?”
“Still hungry for you.” With Kai in my arms, I’m able to jolt him so his chest falls back where he belongs—pressed to me. “And here I thought you didn’t like pain,” I say, his laughter fading as our foreheads touch and I gently nudge his nose with mine.
Desire crackles between us; however, my soul will always ache to offer this wonderful, talented and alluring man tenderness.
“I don’t mind a bit of pain.” His voice is low and raspy. “Not when it can spice up my pleasure. Besides—” he tugs on my hair again, and I moan as he rolls his hips, tossing a match into the fire already blazing in my core “—maybe you deserve to be punished.”
The noise that leaves me is animalistic. “Wanna punish me, little prince?”
My humping hips must hit a perfect spot because all of a sudden Kai’s whole body shudders as if he’s fighting back an orgasm. His face twists, looking wrecked as he bounces on my clothed cock. “Yeah, fuck, yeah!”
I nearly go blind. Nearly cum. Nearly sink my fangs into Kai’s neck and slide my cock inside him all at the same time.
But before I completely lose my head, I remember we’re in a full club, and the only way I’m touching Kai the way I want is if I slaughter every last person. Then bend him over and fuck him in a pool of their blood.
Clutching Kai tight, I sprint through the crowd at vampiric speed and go through doors marked ‘restricted access’. The sudden absence of music is deafening, though my heart pounding in my ears keeps me grounded.
I sprint up the concrete stairs until we reach a door. I kick it open and carry Kai into Lucero’s office. I don’t bother with the lights—the wall-length window overlooking the club floods the room with the same strobing red glow.
“Holy shit, maybe warn me next time you go that fast,” Kai says, but my mate doesn’t sound angry. He’s breathless—excited.
“Lucero’s too busy with Golden to come here anymore.” I sit Kai on the edge of the desk. Already missing his weight, my hands roam up to grab hold of his hips. My need to touch and be close to Kai outranks every other sense. “So how about we make full use of it?”
The way Kai looks at me, lips wet and swollen, exposed chest rising and falling. The glitter on his cheeks. The whole image sets my fangs on edge.
His gaze softens, and Kai lays a hesitant hand on my chest. “Vidar, we don’t…I mean, I know you want to make me happy, but you don’t need to do this.”
It shames me to know I put that shake of insecurity in his voice.
Since we’ve met, I’ve been trying to untangle my feelings that only grow with each second. Most times, too quickly for me to fully grasp. But pushing these feelings down has hurt Kai. He’s never demanded anything or manipulated the bond between us when he so easily could.
No, that’s been me.
I shoved down his walls and claimed his side as my rightful place. Even as he tried to put distance between us to protect his heart.
It’s time for a change.
My palms come up to frame Kai’s face—a face that, when I first laid eyes on, I thought only the goddess Freyja could have created. I brush my thumb across his scarred side, and my heart warms when he doesn’t flinch from my touch.
“Do you even know the kinds of dirty thoughts I have about you?” I move between his legs and take my time kissing him.
He sighs, holding onto my forearms and kissing me back.
“Fuck, I’ve never been so hard before.” And push my straining cock into his stomach, not wanting Kai to have a single doubt of my arousal.
“Vidar.” He says my name like it’s a curse and a blessing. “How do you want me?”
I drag him off the desk, part his lips and devour his mouth in one long, heated kiss.
I groan when his wandering fingers feel their way up my tattooed arms. His curious touch travels to my chest, his moans a succulent morsel to swallow whole while he learns the shape of my body.
I could lose myself in his mouth. Spend hours drinking deeply from his every sound.
But right now, I need more.
I spin Kai around.
“I want you bent over.” I place my palm between his shoulder blades and urge Kai down. His silver necklaces clink against the hardwood when his chest meets the surface. “And what a pretty view you make, little prince.”
I rip Kai’s jacket off, tossing it to the side, and damn near see double when he arches his back. Ass up, Kai makes a home for my bulge between his cheeks.
“I like that idea. So much,” he moans.
I dip down, pull his shirt collar aside to run my fangs along his neck—not hard—but enough to coax out a gasp.
“And do you have any idea…” My hands go around him and grab hold of his backside. Shaping his ripe flesh to only ever fit into my palms. “How fucking badly I want this?”
“You want it?” Kai teases.
Bathed in red light, round ass up and glitter on the apples of his cheeks—Kai is the most decadent kind of feast.
I lick my lips, so hungry to sink my teeth in, but not even knowing where to start.
Kai’s hand sneaks between us and squeezes my cock. “Because I’ve got a big, hard idea how much you want it.”
His touch is a branding—the pleasure painful enough to forever leave his mark, even through the barrier of jeans. The thought of us skin to skin, his body wrapped tight around me, has my hips surging forward.
Oh, but my Kai likes to play, and he chuckles when I chase his palm for more. Only to take that delicious pressure away.
“You like how hard I am?” My voice comes out shredded between my fangs.
Any control I had burns to ash when Kai offers me another one of his long strokes. I take hold of his hips and thrust my rock-hard cock between his crease, humping into him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Kai gasps, his hand leaves my clothed shaft, clinging instead to the edge of the desk.
“Because I like how soft you are.” My palm slaps his asscheek.
A shattering, breathy cry shudders out of him, and his legs open wider, so I drive my hips forward. Needing the friction, and wishing it’d burn through the denim to leave not even an inch between us.
“I want these off,” I say between gritted fangs.
He wiggles his hips. “What’s stopping you?”
I lean back, chest heaving. My large bulge pressed between Kai’s crease obscene. Yet at the same time…“Stunning, so lovely,” I whisper, reverent.
“Vidar,” Kai moans and demands all in one go.
“Impatient,” I snort, but who am I kidding when I’m seconds away from bursting.
I lay my palms over his skin-tight black jeans, splaying them over each globe, before hooking my fingers into the hem.
“ó, Freyja mín…”
Denim slides down inch…by inch…by glorious inch to reveal creamy smooth tawny brown skin.
“Kai, fuck. Look at you, baby. Just. Fucking. Look.”
I palm his cheeks, stroking and petting and worshipping.
“You’re doing great things for my ego.” Kai tries to joke, but his voice is strained. His hand sneaking around his front to start jerking up and down.
The sound of my jeans unzipping fills the room.
“Oh God, Vidar.” Kai drops his forehead to the desk with a soft thunk. His teasing replaced with a desperate whine. “Lube, get lube.”
I spank his ass again just to watch it bounce. Kai’s sharp intake of breath, then drawn-out purring exhale, fuels me to do it again. Then again—slapping, rubbing away any pain. Slapping again.
“Vidar,” Kai moans, his grip on the table shaking and white-knuckled.
I groan and pull away from him regretfully before rushing around to the front of the desk and ripping open one of the drawers. The contents spill out, along with a bottle of lube.
I didn’t doubt that Lucero, Rurik, or Ramy—who’ve all had enough men in this room to fill the club downstairs—had the proper equipment stashed in the drawers.
I rush back to Kai and finally free my thick, throbbing flesh. My cock is curved up and aimed for my mate, pearly beads of precum leaking from my slit.
I flick open the cap, Kai shivering as the cool liquid hits his crease. I sink to my knees and plant kisses on the small of his back, wanting to soothe away all of his discomfort.