Kit nodded, and Quin flicked his tongue out and caught the blood as it dripped from the tiny wounds. Kit all but melted at the sensation.
“You’re delicious, baby boy,” Quin said, then licked a thick stripe over Kit’s palm.
Few over the years had tasted Kit’s blood. Lawrence, of course. Territory leaders, most of whom Kit barely remembered the names of. Most recently, Conroy, when Kit had decided to stay on the coast.
And now, Quin. Almost all of those who had fed from Kit before now had done so against his will. But with Quin,there wasn’t just an overwhelming willingness—everythingwas different.
Maybe Kit was stupid for trusting Quin so quickly, and it would burn him like before.
Or maybe Kit would get to keep Quin forever.
Quin grasped Kit’s other wrist and did the same again, licking at his palm. Kit squirmed, finding it erotic, but ticklish.
“Do you want me to stop?” Quin asked.
“Yes, but also no.”
Quin shot Kit a sideways glance. “That’s not an answer.”
“Itwas. Just not one that made much sense.”
Quin chuckled, though it didn’t contain its usual depth. “You’ve got to stop hurting yourself.”
Kit didn’t answer. There was no point. If he said he’d stop, then it would just be another lie.
“Kit?”
He turned his head to look head-on at Quin, meeting his gaze.
“Are you sure you want to go further?” Quin asked. “I don’t want you to feel you have to do too much too fast. I’ll wait however long you need. And if it never happens, that’s okay as well. I have no expectations.”
“What if I have expectations?”
Quin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “And what would those be?”
Kit felt like he could demand anything of Quin. But he stuck with what he really wanted. “You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it well.”
“Okay.”
Kit blinked. “Really?”
“I’m a weak man, Kit. I have a pretty little vampire in my bed demanding that I fuck him. If that wasn’t enough, he’s alsoverynaked. Resistance is futile.” Quin had a glint in his eye ashe ever-so-slowly reached under the covers, his hand not quite touching Kit’s body as it travelled downwards.
Kit waited for contact and, sure enough, it came when Quin rubbed his thumb over the head of Kit’s cock.
“The pretty little vampire’s got a cute cock, too,” Quin said, sounding far too pleased with himself.
“I should be offended”—Kit moaned when Quin changed tack and stroked down his cock—“that you called my dick ‘cute’.”
Quin moved lower, cradling Kit’s balls. “You have cute little balls, too, baby boy.”
“Nobody thinks balls are cute, Daddy.”
“But you don’t have a problem with me calling them small?”
Kit shot Quin a narrow-eyed glare. “I don’t want big balls. Then they’d definitely not be cute.”
“Excuse me, are you insultingmyballs now?”
