“Sebastian,” he growled, biting my lips. He dragged his rough mouth against mine and attempted to devour me. “God, I’ve wanted you,” he rasped. The heavy weight of his need pushed against my own. Drinking his blood filled me with so much more lust than I thought my body was capable of holding. It felt like I would explode.
His fingers dug into my ass, massaging it with his calloused hands. He nipped my swollen lips and dug his tongue into my mouth, encouraging me to keep grinding against him—back and forth, pushing as hard as I could to seek pleasure through my clothes.
A phone rang. Tate startled, pulling back and inhaling like coming up from the water. He pushed me away and I stumbled back as he dug in the bag and pulled out the phone, staring at the caller ID. Anger simmered inside me. I knew the anger wasn’t appropriate but I couldn’t stop it.Iwasn’t done yet.
“Is it them?” I asked. He tugged his pants over his leaking cock and nodded.
“Answer,” I said and he sighed, pressing on the phone and lifting it to his ear.
“What’s going on?” I could hear the words as if the phone was pressed against my own ear. Hackmann was angry. Tate looked unsurprised.
A moment of surrealism washed over me as I watched them talk, feeling like an outsider instead of part of the Brotherhood. They’d raised me but just one bad mission and it all changed. The people who fed me, patted my head, and gave me purpose would now want me dead. Now I was the thing the Brotherhood hunted.
“Don’t bullshit me, I know something is wrong. Why isn’t he answering my calls? Why—” Hackmann went on in suspicion. He probably had a sixth sense for when things went sideways. This wouldn’t be the first time a mission went bad and a young hunter tried to hide it or fix it on their own.
I pushed in close to Tate, leaning into his neck.
“You’re acting suspicious,” I whispered into his ear. He closed his eyes and shuddered. I was still so hungry and needy that I didn’t care if he was on the phone. I pulled out my cock, tugged his shorts back down, and wrapped my hands around us both. Tate looked down at my cock sliding against his, watching as I squeezed us together and thrust against him.
“What’s going on with Sebastian?” Hackmann asked.
“Nothing,” Tate rasped as I pressed my mouth to his neck. My teeth dug into his flesh, my nose pressing against his skin as I bit him. My tongue flicked over the bite and his hips jutted forward, fucking my fist, and sliding it against my cock. He made a low grunt and I hushed him while tightening my hand, running it up and down.
My emotions were a storm inside me as I listened to Hackmann keep asking about me. I kept flipping back and forth between anger and panic as I fucked into my hands with Tate. I just needed something to happen. I felt manic and desperate.
I felt hungry.
“You’re hiding something,” Hackmann growled through the phone. Tate let out a staggered breath, pulling the phone away from his mouth. “Where’s Sebastian?”
“He’s here, he’s…fine,” he exhaled the word, nearly groaning. I went back to his neck, the smell driving me mad. Our erections slipped together as I licked and swallowed.
“Fuck,” Tate growled, jerking his hips up fast, creating building pleasure and chasing the high.
“Tell me right this minute what’s going on. I’ve already sent a team,” Hackmann admitted. Tate looked shocked, his eyes darting around as he thought. I panted against him, sucking at his neck. Tate shook his head and blew out a breath. Then his hand slipped down my back and into my pants. His fingers dug into the bare flesh, squeezing.
“Nothing is wrong,” he said calmly to Hackmann. His middle finger slid between my cheeks and I felt him tease my hole, circling and rubbing against it. My mouth unlatched from his neck and I sucked in a breath. My hips shunted forward a little faster.
“Sebastian went the night before last night and everything was fine,” Tate said. His blue eyes looked down at me as his finger slid past the tight ring of muscles and went deeper. I bucked, groaning against his chest quietly as my ass bore down on him.
It felt odd. I’d never had anything in there before. When I had became aware of his interest in me, I figured he wanted to be the one fucking me. I’d never really visualized it. Instead, I’d imagined fucking him.
He pulled me tighter against him, digging his finger deeper into me as he looked down at my expression. He looked calm and I knew I looked anything but. I felt near delirium, my head spinning as a man slowly pumped his finger in and out of my ass. I felt weak and needy pressed against his chest, fucking into my fist.
I started to moan. Tate held the phone up with his shoulder and used the freed hand to cover my mouth, cutting off the noise. I panted behind it, staring at him as I pushed into my fist, rubbing against his cock.
“They don’t want him back for a week. We think they’re testing to see what he’ll do with the epiphany that vampires exist. They’re waiting to see if he cracks and tells someone or has a mental breakdown.” My tongue dragged across his palm as he moved in and out of my hole and lied to Hackmann through his teeth.
My eyes slid down to see his leaking cock in my hands. The head was round and red. He was thicker than me, the veins prominent and plentiful, making my mouth water.
“Something isn’t right and I know it,” Hackmann hissed before the line went dead. Not a moment later Tate tossed the phone and kissed me. His finger slowly rubbed inside me as I squirmed and thrust.
My mouth pulled from his and I tried to lean into his neck, needing more blood. I was so hungry. He grabbed my face with both hands and forced me to keep kissing him instead, walking us backwards and then shoving me onto the cot.
“I’m going to Hell,” he murmured, his eyes eating me up. My cock was out and leaking, my mouth was messy with blood, and my lips were swollen from sucking his cock. I lay there panting, unable to think of anything.
“Fuck,” he rasped before he climbed on the bed between my legs. My fingers brushed his short, black hair as he settled in low. Then he swallowed my cock as his hands slipped around to my ass, fingers digging in as he pulled me into him.
“Shit,” I hissed, my back bowing. One of his fingers moved to my hole and he pressed on it. I exhaled in a puff. This was nothing like the shower. He was completely in control and doing whatever he wanted.
