Chapter 13
Boaz
The vampire had left ten minutes ago, yet Boaz hadn’t moved an inch.
He stood against the wall, eyes fixed blankly on the opposite wall.
His cock heavy between his legs, pulsing with a heartbeat of its own.
Like it was alive. Real. Not a dream. His gaze dropped to his stomach and then lower to the engorged length.
So hard. So achy.
He wanted to come.
When the thought hit, he tried to fight it. But his body didn't listen.
The mattress groaned beneath his weight as he lay down.
His right hand smoothed down his body, a hiss falling out of his parted lips as he wrapped it around his cock.
He stroked once, and that’s all it took.
He gasped for air, his chest heaving with every inhale.
He lay there, unmoving, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body.
A while later, he turned onto his side, his gaze falling on the clothes scattered carelessly across the floor as his mind replayed everything that happened.
Boaz squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Never in a million years had he thought he’d question something like this about himself.
Was he… really gay?
No. He couldn’t be. He would have known. Right?
He stared at his clothes strewn across the floor as if they might hold some kind of answer, but they offered him nothing.
“Dammit,” he groaned, pushing himself off the bed.
He grabbed his pants and fished his phone out of the pocket. A second later, he dropped back onto the mattress. For a moment, he just stared at the screen. Then he unlocked it and opened Google.
His thumb hovered over the keyboard, his chest tightening as a shudder ran through him.
Then he typed:
How do you know if you are gay?
The screen lit up his face in the dim cabin as article after article flooded in. He tapped on the first link, his eyes scanning the words quickly, then moved on to the next, and the next, devouring them in search of an answer.
The explanations he came across didn’t quite fit him. Though a few of the personal stories resonated with him. Still, he was no closer to understanding what he was.
Boaz’s brow furrowed as he stared at the screen, conflicted.
He was attracted to Lyla. He had been for a year. He’d even imagined a future with her.
So what did that make this?
Maybe he was bi.
But even that didn’t sit right.
Because when he really thought about it, there had never been anyone else. No other man had ever made him feel like this.
No one but Alexander.
But did that make him gay? Being attracted to one man wouldn’t make him gay.
No, it wouldn’t, Boaz decided firmly as he set his phone down on the bedside table, the screen going dark.
This wasn’t him. It had to be a side effect of the feeding.
Nothing more. Alexander had been getting into his head, compelling him, twisting his dreams. His body had simply… gotten used to it. That was all.
“It’s nothing,” Boaz whispered to himself. “Now that I know, everything is going to be fine. The weird feelings will stop.”
But they didn’t stop.
Days later, his body didn’t feel like his own. He felt like a tangled mess of frustration and need. Every time Alexander came back to feed, something inside Boaz ignited. Heat flared through his veins, spreading fast, leaving him tense, breathless… and horny.
And as soon as Alexander left Boaz always found himself on his back, his right hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself until he came. But tonight his body burned hotter, and he couldn’t make himself come no matter how hard he stroked his cock.
“Please … please …” he whimpered, desperately moving his hand faster.
Sweat gathered over his balls and a warm bead slipped free to trail slowly down his perineum, until it settled on his hole.
The sensation felt oddly intense. Boaz frowned and let go of cock to brush it away.
A strangled moan tore from his throat as his fingers brushed over his hole.
“Fuck. What the hell was that?” he panted, staring up at the exposed beams. Confused.
He ran his fingers over his hole again, and this time there was no mistaking his reaction.
“That feels good,” he mumbled, already spreading his thighs wide, giving himself room to reach between his cheeks. Over and over, he smoothed his fingers over his hole, rocking his hips slightly as heat pooled between his thighs. His cock grew hard as steel. His breath came in shallow gasps.
He pushed in the tip of his finger.
That was it.
He arched violently off the bed, his mouth falling open around a soundless scream as pleasure tore through him.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” he mumbled as he clutched his pillow to his face.