Chapter 20
Boaz
“I’m going to get more beer,” Hansel said as he got up from the log they’d parked themselves as soon as the bonfire was lit.
Boaz eagerly nodded. He was on his fifth beer, and they were fucking not doing their job.
He should be drunk out of his mind by now.
But all he felt was a tingling in his fingers and a numbness around his nose.
Otherwise, he was sobber as fuck. He wanted to get so drunk, he would forget his fucking name and forget what he and Alexander had done.
Boaz dragged a hand down his face as guilt squeezed his throat.
He watched Lyla and her friends a few feet away.
The blazing bonfire casting her in a golden glow that used to get Boaz’s heart racing, but now all he could feel was a fondness that made him feel even more guilty for what he’d done last night.
In the moment he hadn’t stopped to think about how Lyla felt about the vampire.
And it seemed she might like him.
Boaz took another gulp of his beer as he half listened to Lyla and her friends talk about Alexander. They were discussing ways for her to move things along without being too obvious. Apparently, Alexander hasn’t kissed or touched her.
“He’s moving so slow. I don’t know what to do,” Lyla said in frustration.
“Maybe he’s old fashioned,” one of her friends said. “He just woke up a few days ago. Maybe he hasn’t adjusted to the modern way of living yet. Men back then used to wait until marriage to hold their wives’ hands.” The latter was whispered, but Boaz still managed to hear.
Beer went the wrong way and he started to cough. He waved the closest wolf who turned to help him away.
Old-fashioned my foot.
The conversation on the other side of the bonfire continued.
“When he comes tonight ask him to go for a walk and…” one of her friends suggested. And as if on cue, Alexander appeared.
The clearing fell silent.
Boaz stared at him, his mouth suddenly going dry as he took the vampire in. He looked gorgeous. Hot. Fitted jeans encased his toned thighs and a lose shirt hung over his broad shoulders.
Boaz’s body heated at the sight of him.
Lyla’s and her friends squealed and rushed to him. The beer suddenly tasted sour in Boaz’s mouth. Boaz got to his feet and walked away from the clearing, unable to watch Lyla and Alexander together.
He walked through the trees. He shook his head suddenly feeling lightheaded.
Was the alcohol finally hitting him?
Boaz laughed at himself as he stumbled and almost crushed into a nearby tree.
“I guess, I’m finally drunk,” he said to himself as he leaned against the tree trunk. The air around him suddenly changed, and Boaz didn’t need Alexander to appear for him to know that he was there.
“Fuck. Why did you follow me?”
“Why did you leave?”
Boaz turned to his left, and there he stood Alexander, a few paces away. They stared at each other. The air between them thickening with every second that passed.
Without saying another word Boaz turned and headed to his cabin.
He heard Alexander close behind him. Boaz’s heart hammered hard in his chest, his breath came in shallow gasps.
Heat rippled over his skin, making him overly warm.
As soon as he stepped into his cabin, he pulled his clothes off.
He climbed onto the bed and opened the bedside table and fished out the bottle of lube.
He didn’t waste any time. And within seconds he had his fingers coated and he was reaching behind him for his hole.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed two fingers inside.
The bed dipped as Alexander climbed behind him. Boaz handed him the lube, and went to his hands and knees, burying his face into his pillow.
Then, he felt the head of Alexander’s cock nudge his hole. He pushed inside.
Boaz’s mouth hug open on a silent moan as Alexander went deeper in slow, steady thrusts that felt like torture.
“Stop teasing me,” Boaz whined, rocking back.
“Do you fucking want to get rammed?” Alexander asked as he snapped his hips, burying his cock deep in inside him. “Like this.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” Boaz moaned as an electric current zapped through him.
Alexander grasped his hips and held him still as he fucked him.
Hard. Each thrust rocked the bed, slamming the headboard into the wall.
Boaz gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.
But he couldn’t help it. Moans slipped from his mouth as Alexander fucked him deeper and harder.
Fuck…fuck…fuck... Boaz wrapped his hand around his cock, and all it took was one stroke.
“Oh shit!” he screamed as cum shot out of his cock. He quivered as pleasure thrummed through his veins.
It felt so good, even as Alexander continued to fuck him as he chased his own pleasure. Alexander went still behind him. A beat late, he trembled as he came deep inside him.
When Alexander dragged him close, Boaz shivered in anticipation. He held still as fangs sank into his flesh
“You should have bitten me while you were inside me.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. To cover for his blunder he reached between them and wrapped his hand around Alexander’s cock. He stroked, squeezing around the head until it thickened in his hand.
“Shit,” Alexander groaned against his neck.
Boaz pushed Alexander down and slung his leg over his thighs, straddling him.
“Bite me again,” he demanded. Alexander sat up and wrapped his arms around him. Boaz shivered in his arms. He shook the feeling away and focused on Alexander’s mouth on his skin, as he sank down on his cock.
“Ahh…shit. It feels so good,” he murmured as he rocked his hips. Boaz wrapped his arms around the vampire, holding him tighter as rocked up and down. He picked up the pace as his orgasm tingled up his spine. Alexander responded in kind, meeting every thrust.
“Oh fuck,” Boaz moaned. His hips jerked uncontrollably as cum shot out of his cock. Alexander followed him a few seconds later, coming deep inside him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he dropped down on the bed. He lay there for a while unable to move. The sex was better than the first time. If he wasn’t careful, he might get addicted to it…to Alexander. Boaz turned to face the vampire. He was laying on his back with his eyes closed.
Boaz’s hole pulsed hungrily as he stared at him. He wanted him again. He forced his gaze away.
Fuck. Maybe they shouldn’t have done this. Again. Now, he wasn’t so sure he could hold himself back. He could barely do it tonight.
Maybe he’d be stronger next time when he appeared again. Tonight he was drunk and riddled with guilt.
Fuck. Lyla. It seemed she really like Alexander.
What was his plan with her anyway?
Boaz closed his eyes tight. He didn’t fucking want to know. He couldn’t bring himself to think of them together. He could barely look at them tonight. The guilt had squeezed around his chest. Suffocating.
Alexander shifted next to him. Boaz froze, dreading the words he knew were coming.
This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done this. It will never happen again.
But instead of saying anything, Alexander slung an arm over Boaz’s back and sighed deeply. “I have to go,” he said, kissing the back of his neck. Boaz arched into the vampire as tingles bloomed from where he kissed him and cascaded down his spine all the way to his toes.
“Don’t go back to the bonfire. You’re probably still drunk,” Alexander said.
“Okay,” Boaz said, his voice whiny. He cringed and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Alexander was already gone. Boaz stared into space stunned.
What the fuck was that?