Jamie toyed with the button at his waistband. “But what about what’sunderneaththe jeans?”
Luc’s eyes immediately lit up with interest—really, he was almost too easy—and he tossed the folded sweater onto the floor carelessly. “Why, flower? What’s underneath the jeans?”
Jamie backed up toward the hotel door slowly, finding himself wanting a little thrill of the chase, even if he knew already how it was going to end. “Well, now I don’t know if I want to show you, after you called my poor sweater hideous.”
“Show me.”
The command was more growl than words, but Jamie understood it well enough. He unzipped his jeans slowly, sliding the tight denim past his hips, revealing the bright-red jockstrap underneath.
He laughed softly at the bare hunger in Luc’s avid gaze. “They had this fabulous reindeer pair I was pretty tempted by, but I still think the red is veryfestive, don’t y—”
His words were cut off in an oomph as Luc launched at him, turning Jamie as he did so that he was pressed face-first against the hotel room door.
“What a little minx you are, hiding these from me this whole time,” Luc purred, tugging Jamie’s hands until they were up and over his head, pressed against the door. Jamie’s answering laughter died in a gasp as Luc snapped the jockstrap against his hip. “You were awfully flirty with the brother tonight, hm, flower?”
Jamie shivered as Luc lifted his hair away from his neck, biting with blunt teeth at the tender skin there. “It was fun making him blush. Soren thought so too.”
Luc hummed noncommittally and then lowered onto his knees behind Jamie, slapping lightly at Jamie’s hip when he tried to turn around and watch. “Keep your hands on the door, ma fleur.” His broad hands cupped Jamie’s bare cheeks. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing,” he murmured.
“And what have I been doing?” Jamie asked, aiming for saucy but finding himself surprisingly breathless from the mere act of Luc kneading the globes of his ass.
“Teasing about orgies in the car. Flirting with the doctor. Do you want the monster to come out and play so very badly?” Luc parted Jamie’s cheeks with his thumbs, exposing Jamie’s hole to the cool air before his warm breath remedied the intrusion. “If you want to top me, flower, all you have to do is ask.”
Before Jamie could figure out what to say in response to being called out so blatantly, Luc was knocking his legs further apart with one hand, before following up with the most incredibly unfair move of biting into Jamie’s inner thigh, teeth no longer blunt.
Fuck. Luc knew what that did to him. Drinking from Jamie.
Jamie wanted to look. He wanted to see his monster’s deep, black eyes, the blood dripping on his lips. His cock ached inthe tight confines of the jockstrap. Fuck, he loved Luc’s bite, the hunger his monster still had for Jamie’s essence, even when it no longer had the ability to nourish him.
He’d barely adjusted to the dark pleasure of it before Luc was tonguing at his hole again, making these incredibly sexy hungry noises.
I knew it, Jamie thought. Luc was totally tipsy. He always got sloppier eating Jamie out when he was tipsy, although he was certainly no less fucking effective.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Luc asked when he moved back to take a breath, his words hot against Jamie’s skin.
Jamie’s only answer was a strangled “hng” as Luc speared him in the next moment with his tongue, aggressively resuming his ministrations. Jamie was torn between pressing his aching cock against the door, trying to get some friction, and rocking back against Luc’s talented fucking mouth. He settled for an awkward mix of both, humping like a mindless animal.
“Where is your lube, flower? I know you have some on you.”
“Jean pocket.”
And then Luc was adding fingers into the mix, opening Jamie up like his own personal Christmas present.He can have me. He can have all of me.
Jamie had no idea how long it had been when Luc lifted his head. “I’ll give you anything you desire,” he said, and Jamie was gratified that at least his lover was panting, clearly as worked up as he was. “At any time. It doesn’t have to be Christmas, or a birthday, or a moment when the monster is in control. Just ask me, Jamie. Whatever you want. Whenever you like. Anything.”
But Jamie was too desperate and turned on now for any games, his teasing backfiring in his face, as it often did where Luc was concerned. Too sexy for his own fucking good. “Just give me that dick,” he panted.
“That’s what I thought,” Luc answered, way too smugly, and Jamie would have been tempted to snarl at him, but Luc was already pushing the fat head of his cock against Jamie’s softened hole, and Jamie whined instead, thrusting his hips back so Luc entered him fully.
“My greedy little flower,” Luc whispered, his breath hot on Jamie’s ear, his weight pushing Jamie up against the door.
Their coupling was fast and furious, and everything Jamie wanted. His own inner monster reveled in it, as it did everything concerning their monstrous mate.
Jamie collapsed against the door when he came, Luc’s heavy weight draping across him in turn. “I think we’re developing a predictable pattern.”
Luc pressed a kiss to his neck. “You riling me up and suffering the consequences?”
“You fucking me up against hotel doors.”
