Chapter 18
Boaz
He was never coming back. Boaz couldn’t help but think so. For three days now the vampire hadn’t shown up. And Boaz feared he might be the reason why.
Heat crept beneath his skin as memories flooded his mind—the feel of water against his skin, the press of Alexander’s body, and the kiss…
Fuck.
He shouldn’t have done that.
He should have felt relieved that the vampire had finally stopped coming. But…
Boaz exhaled as he turned away. He dragged the covers up over his shoulder and closed his eyes. Before he could drift away, he felt a presence in the room. Boaz cracked one eye open.
And there he was.
“You’re here,” Boaz said, his voice thick with sleep. “I didn’t think you were going to come tonight.”
“I wasn’t,” Alexander growled. “I’m starving.”
“Hmmm…” Boaz hummed as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, sitting up when Alexander moved. His hands came down on either side of Boaz, trapping him against the mattress before he could fully rise.
The scent of mountain air and pine washed over him. Boaz wanted to lean into the vampire and bury his nose against his neck and breathe in his scent deep into his soul. His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him as he forced himself to stay still, holding himself back with everything he had.
He wasn’t making that mistake again. But hot, searing need burned through him, testing his resolve.
“I thought maybe you were getting better when you didn’t come.
You…” Boaz trailed off as Alexander loomed over him, so close the air between them vibrated.
Alexander’s eyes bled to a deep red as they locked onto him with an intensity that made Boaz’s chest tighten, and his hole twitched around his butt plug.
He’d inserted it earlier when he thought Alexander wasn’t coming.
Now, he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.
It was a whole new experience with Alexander there.
Boaz’s gaze dropped to Alexander—tempting. His heartbeat stuttered.
He bit off a moan as he looked away from the vampire.
“I’m not,” Alexander finally said, dragging Boaz’s gaze back. “I forced myself to stay away.”
“Why?”
Alexander stared at him in silence for so long that Boaz began to think he wouldn’t answer at all.
“Because I hate this. And I hate you for—” Alexander cut himself off abruptly as his eyes dropped to the curve of Boaz’s neck as if pulled by something he couldn’t resist.
Boaz’s breath hitched, becoming uneven as heat spread from the side of his neck and down to his slowly hardening cock. He fisted the sheets.
“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.
He didn’t understand what this was.
Why was Alexander doing this? This couldn’t be because of that one kiss.
It was barely a kiss. They touched lips that was all.
As Alexander slid on top of him, Boaz hissed, his entire body trembling. He was sure his brain short-circuited because he couldn’t remember why he couldn’t allow himself to have this moment. Why they should stop. Why it was so wrong on so many levels.
“Fuck, it feels better than before,” Alexander said in a husky voice.
He breathed out, rocking his hips against Boaz, rubbing their cocks together.
“I can feel how hard you are for me. Just like at the lake. You fucking turned my life upside down, made me want things. I’m not even attracted to males. ”
Boaz gritted his teeth, pleasure rushing through his veins. “Why are you doing this if you’re not?”
“It feels good,” Alexander said, running his nose against Boaz’s neck. And Boaz knew what came next. He was going to bite him, and Boaz was going to lose his mind, they won’t have the talk they really needed to have. Alexander opened his mouth wider, his thrusts getting wilder.
“Wait,” Boaz grasped his hips, bringing him to a stop. “Maybe we should talk about this.”
“Talk about what?” he asked, sounding high as he continued to rock against him. Boaz clenched his jaw to keep from fucking up into Alexander. They had to fucking talk before whatever they were doing before it got out of hand. “You kissed me. Why can’t I do the same?”
“It’s not the same thing?”
“How is it not the same thing?” he asked staring down at him.
“I was…” Boaz bit into his bottom lip trying to think of the reason why he’d kissed him.
Alexander’s eyes zeroed in on his lip, his eyes burning red.
Boaz closed his own, trying to stem off the desire burning away his fucking brain cells.
That was the fucking reason why he kissed him.
He wanted him. He wanted the vampire. Whenever Alexander was close, he couldn’t think straight.
His body burned with a need he couldn’t deny.
He wanted him just like this. Chest to chest. Pelvis to pelvis. Naked.
Boaz opened his eyes. Only to find Alexander still looking at him. Hungrily. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
“I do,” Alexander declared. Boaz shivered. “I want to fucking eat you whole.”
“That’s just the hunger talking,” Boaz said. It hurt a little to say his next words. “You said it yourself that you’re not attracted to males.”