Oh yeah. That was doing it for Wolfe.Majorlydoing it. Eric hid his smirk behind one hand. It was kind of adorable, actually. The type of adorable that had Eric wanting to fall onto his knees and take Wolfe’s cock into his mouth.
All in due time, as Wolfe would say.
“I suppose…” Wolfe swirled his wine, clearly trying to hide his own pleased smile. “I could find the appropriate selection for you.”
He released Eric from his hold, sitting straight up on his barstool, and immediately set his eyes on someone, as if he’d only been waiting for this opportunity. “That one.”
Eric looked where he was indicating: Sitting alone at a high table was a businessman with sad eyes and the distinct tan line from a missing wedding ring. Looks-wise, he was someone Eric wouldn’t necessarily have kicked out of bed in the past, but not someone he would have sought out either.
While Eric studied his future meal, Wolfe beckoned the bartender over. “We’ll be using your back office,” he instructed, the force of compulsion in his voice. “No interruptions.”
Eric raised a brow at him. “I thoughtIwas doing the compulsion tonight.”
“Go get your dinner, pet. I’ll meet you in back.”
It was quick work getting the guy—Martin, he told Eric his name was—to follow him into the back. Eric had already practiced compulsion under Wolfe’s guidance. And true, it was kind of freaky, but it was easy enough once he’d gotten the hangof it. It helped when he was pushing someone toward something they already wanted, and this guy seemed lonely as hell, eager to have some company, even for a minute.
When they got to the back office, Wolfe was already inside, standing in the corner with his arms crossed, like some sort of stern head teacher. Eric shot him a serene smile, leaning Martin against the wall as he met the human’s eyes and let his beast come to the surface. It rose easily, enraptured by the whole situation: their mate so close; Wolfe’s uncharacteristically
complex emotions pushing at the bond; and the prey right in front of them, ready to be devoured.
“I’m going to bite you, Martin,” Eric said, lacing compulsion into his voice. “It’s going to feel fantastic. You’re not going to be afraid at all. When I’m done, you’ll only remember a nice kiss with a stranger.”
“No kiss.” Wolfe’s voice rang out, harsh in the quiet of the office.
Eric shot Wolfe an incredulous look. “I’m not going to actuallykiss him.”
“No. Kiss.”
“Oh my God. Fine.” He turned back to Martin, trying not to giggle at the continued ridiculousness of a jealous Wolfe. “You’ll remember a niceconversationwith a stranger.” He glanced at Wolfe. “Better?”
Wolfe waved a hand.
Eric picked up their new friend’s wrist—no way was he going for a neck bite with how testy Wolfe was being—and bit in.
It was fucking delicious. No surprise, considering human blood always was. That coppery warmth never failed to hit Eric with a jolt of fresh energy. Still, he finished quickly, gulping down his meal, closing the bite with a swift lick, and then unceremoniously pushing the guy out and closing the door behind him. Poor dude. Maybe he’d make a friend tonight.Someonewithoutan incredibly possessive eternal lover lurking in the shadows.
Then Eric turned to Wolfe, licking the last of the blood off his lips. “Jealous,” he accused, delighted to finally say it out loud.
“Of a human?” Wolfe scoffed at the suggestion, but it was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Eric sank to his knees in front of him.
“So jealous,” Eric repeated. He nuzzled his head against Wolfe’s stomach, unbuckling his belt at the same time.
“And you wish to reward me for it?”
“Iwish,” Eric teased, “to bite you.”
Wolfe cocked a brow, staring down at him, his expression stern as ever. “You realize, pet, that you bite me after every feed?”
“You taste better,” Eric said simply, smiling as he felt Wolfe begin to harden under his hand. “My beast thinks so too.” He glanced up as he slid Wolfe’s zipper down. “I don’t mind, you know.”
“My taste?”
“I don’t mind if you pick every one of my feeds,” Eric clarified. “I don’t care what they look like, or sound like. I don’t give a shit.” He lowered Wolfe’s slacks, ignoring the hard cock in his face and biting into his favorite spot: the femoral artery, right at the junction of Wolfe’s groin and thigh. The hot coppery liquid filled his mouth, and Eric groaned as he drank it in, listening to Wolfe’s breath stutter.
Wolfe wasn’t fooling Eric one bit with his impassive act. Eric knew how much Wolfe loved that he drank from him after every human feed. The possessive bastard reveled in it.
Eric allowed himself a few greedy gulps of Wolfe’s blood, his beast absolutely purring in delight.
