12. Rowan #3
Lane withdrew his fingers. With his other hand, he gripped Rowan’s shoulder and hauled him upright. “Turn around.” They came face to face. Lane’s cheeks were flushed, his expression hooded with desire. “Sit.” He patted the desk.
Rowan sat, aware of the slickness between his cheeks and unable to care. Lane seemed pleased with the changed position, and Rowan’s relief was staggering, even though his fear hadn’t been about the man in front of him.
“Let’s get these out of the way.” Lane bent forward and removed Rowan’s shoes, then his pants and underwear. He pulled Rowan’s legs apart and settled between his thighs, his hard cock pointing at Rowan’s. “Lay back.” Lane nudged Rowan’s shoulder.
He lowered himself, pulse thundering.
“That’s better.” Lane pushed Rowan’s shirt out of the way and circled a hand around Rowan’s hard dick. “What a sight, my gorgeous vampire.” He stroked lazily. “Hold your knees back for me.”
Rowan gathered his legs and bent himself in half.
Lane’s gaze darkened, gray and stormy. “So flexible,” he praised. “I want to see you twisted around a pole, all bendy and graceful.”
Rowan soared. He felt beautiful and damn near perfect. “With heels on?”
“Hell yes.” Lane dragged Rowan’s hips to the edge of the desk and slicked himself. “I’m going to fuck you. Claim this hole. And you’re going to let me.”
Rowan nodded, hair falling in his face. “Please. Please, Lane.”
Lane brushed the fallen locks aside and caressed his face. “There’s my needy boy.” He kissed Rowan’s lips, stealing his breath and replacing it with something more vital.
“Lane, fuck me. Need you,” Rowan begged against his lips.
Lane took hold of his cock, pulling away enough to maneuver while still looming over Rowan, his stomach brushing Rowan’s eager cock. “Take me,” he ordered as his head nudged Rowan’s hole.
“Yes.” Rowan arched, pulling his legs back as far as he could.
“Oh, fuck,” Lane moaned and pushed forward, forcing his girth into Rowan’s body. “Beautiful, Rowan. Beautiful. Feel so good on my cock. So good.”
Rowan whimpered. Lane filled his body with pleasure and his heart with praise, and he felt unstoppable. On his back. In this room.
Lane captured Rowan’s legs and brought them over his shoulders, rolling his hips, fucking him slow and sensual, going deep, working until he found the perfect angle. He took Rowan apart and built him up again. He praised Rowan with such fierce tenderness, it was impossible to doubt his sincerity.
Lane seemed to need this, too. Maybe as much as Rowan did.
“Lane, please.” Rowan clutched his shoulders, his neck.
Lane held him close. “I’ve got you, you good, needy boy. You feel so perfect.”
Rowan could only moan. His orgasm built and crashed over him with shuddering intensity, cock trapped between their stomachs, ass full and fucked so tenderly.
“That’s it, come for me.” Lane thrust, slipping two fingers between Rowan’s lips.
Rowan sucked, careful of his fangs.
Lane’s stormy eyes were half closed, his face and chest flushed with pleasure, his pulse pounding like music to Rowan’s ears. He came, eyes locked on Rowan, fingers working against his tongue, and cock pulsing in his ass.
At last, they stilled, but didn’t part. Rowan wanted to remain locked together forever.
When Lane slid his fingers from Rowan’s lips, Rowan caught his wrist and kissed it. His fangs tingled, everything in him aware of the blood flowing through his lover.
“Want a taste?” Lane asked, a strangely soft, smug look on his face.
“May I?”
Lane cupped his cheek. “Hell yeah, but you should bite my neck this time.”
Rowan’s senses pulled tight, and he was sure his eyes flashed orange. He needed Lane, and not in the way hunger had taken hold of him earlier. He was sated, in body and soul, like he hadn’t since all this began. This desire was something more.
“Please,” he groaned.
Lane pulled out and helped Rowan into a sitting position.
Cum leaked out of him, one of his favorite filthy sensations.
As a vampire, he couldn’t contract or pass on infections, so he never used condoms unless it was his partner’s preference.
He couldn’t find it in him to worry about the desk.
Magic would save it from being ruined, and if not, he didn’t give a fuck.
Their lips met, kissing around sharp fangs. Rowan worked his way to Lane’s neck, and Lane shivered in response. The perfect involuntary motion. An invitation Rowan couldn’t ignore.
His fangs pierced Lane’s flesh, rich essence filling his mouth, hot and thick. Lane’s spiced scent swelled around him. Rowan sent pleasure through his bite, into Lane’s blood, freeing the full power of his lust and letting it find its way home.
Lane gasped, his grip tightening in Rowan’s hair. He stiffened, then went lax, and let out a toe-curling moan, clinging to Rowan for support. “Oh, shit. So good.”
Rowan smiled and hugged Lane closer. He was hungrier than he’d realized, or should have been, after gorging himself less than an hour ago.
Ice extinguished the fire of his lust, and he pulled away, licking the wound closed with a small flare of vampire magic.
His hunger intensified, veins screaming as they were denied more fresh blood.
A deeply unsettled feeling washed away all Rowan’s pleasure, tension returning when he’d have sworn it was miles away.
“You all right?” Lane asked, not missing a thing.
“I’m hungry again. Not as extreme as before, and it’s not why I asked to bite you, but as I drank… I’m sorry.” Worry over ruining a perfect moment crushed the remainder of his afterglow.
“That’s all right. I’ll get you more blood,” Lane said as if the sudden shift in mood didn’t worry him. As if he wasn’t disappointed in Rowan.
Logically, Rowan knew Lane probably wasn’t, but his mind ran away from him, crafting a story about how Lane wouldn’t want him again after this.
Lane retrieved a bag from the cooler and handed it to Rowan. “Don’t worry.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to.” Lane cupped the nape of his neck. “You’re looking vulnerable, which makes sense if hunger caught you off guard, but you’re safe with me. You can tell me how you’re feeling.”
Rowan’s instinct was to shy away from such an exposing request, but he didn’t want to, not completely. “I’m feeling better now, less off balance than before you said that. Thank you.”
Lane kissed his forehead. “Any time.”
As Rowan drank the bagged blood, not bothering with a glass, Lane went to the small sink at the bar and wet a clean cloth. He helped Rowan clean up, seeing to the desk with a flare of magic, then returned to the sink to sort himself out as Rowan dressed.
He tucked in his wrinkled shirt and smiled.
Lane returned to his side, still naked. “Did the blood help?”
“I don’t think I can drink another drop, so yes. But I have a feeling if I hadn’t bitten you, it wouldn’t have been an issue.”
“There’s no issue.”
“There is if a pleasure bite stoked my hunger. That’s not supposed to happen.”
Worry lines deepened on Lane’s brow. “I don’t like how much the curse is affecting you. Maybe resolidifying our link will help? We’re already halfway there.”
“We can try.” Rowan unbuttoned his shirt sleeve, hit by a pang of disappointment at not sharing his blood solely for the intimacy of the act. “I’d like your lips on my neck, too.”
Lane ran a finger from Rowan’s ear to his collarbone, the heat of a blush following in its wake. “How can I without my own fangs?”
The image of Lane as a vampire filled Rowan’s mind, and longing exploded deep within him. Would Lane ever want to transform?
He pushed the desire aside and pulled a small knife from the top desk drawer. “I’ll bleed myself for you, but you can bite if you want.”
“Won’t it hurt?”
“Not at all. If you hesitate too long, the wound will close before you even taste me.”
Lane kissed him. “Go on then. Let’s see if this helps.”
Rowan smiled more sappily than he liked, and pricked his skin with the knife.
Lane leaned in and covered the spot with his lips, latching on like he was giving a hickey.
Rowan’s pulse skipped at the gentleness of Lane’s claiming, and Lane hummed, his hold tightening on Rowan as if he’d sensed the jump in rhythm.
Such a delicate touch, and Rowan never wanted him to let go.