“Yes? Should I stop?”
“Please don’t stop.” He took a deep breath. “Unless you want to.”
Please don’t want to.He thought that if Evander said that he wanted to stop, he might just die. Just explode. Boom.
It was kind of dramatic, but also probably true.
“I have no intention of stopping. Ever.” Then that tongue slid all the way up from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger.
He moaned, his breath starting to come in sharp little pants. He’d always considered himself the most stalwart of his brothers, the one less likely to be affected by something like this. He’d been very careful when he was taking lovers because he never wanted to get too involved. But Evander had completely captured him from the very beginning, and he knew there was no fighting it.
And all he could do was watch that tongue as it lapped butterscotch pudding off his hand, his cock so hard he thought it could write his name in glass.
And right now, all he wanted to do was get naked and let Evander lick the rest of him, too.
“If that’s what you want, sweet, then that’s what we’ll do.” Evander grabbed a kitchen towel to clean the rest of the goo off of him and then lifted him like he weighed nothing, carrying him out of the kitchen and into the front room where he laid him on the couch.
Corbin raised his eyebrows. “Not the bed?”
Evander laughed a little. The sound deep and husky. “Oh sweet, I was in that bed for months and months. I’m ready to be out of it. This is the perfect place for me to eat you up.”
He swallowed hard, his hips lifting up off the couch, trying to get Evander to touch something, anything, instead of just kneeling next to the couch and staring at him.
Evander reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it off of him, and then worked open his pants to tug them off too. His slippers went flying, and Evander stared at him where he was laid completely bare.
He reached up to touch that stubbly chin, fingers tracing Evander’s cheek. “I’m not afraid of you, hunter.”
“Are you sure?” Evander pushed into the touch like a wild animal, demanding a firmer petting.
“I’m sure. I gotta admit, you’re… forceful. It’s a little intimidating, but hot as fire.” He was more used to being the aggressive one.
“Well, I don’t want you to be frightened, just aroused. I’m going for aroused.” Evander turned his head and nibbled on his fingers, making it sting.
“I am. Trust me.” Corbin rolled his hips. “Can you feel it?”
That slow smile smoldered. Flat out. “I can, lethean. And my knot is responding.”
“I’ve never taken a knot.” He’d had sex, sure, but only in the most casual of contexts.
“Good.” The deep, possessive rumble made his whole body clench with need. “I want that. I’m your mate.” Ev bent to put his nose to Corbin’s neck, breathing in deep.
“Yes.” He wasn’t going to argue that point. It would be ridiculous. He knew Evander was his from the very moment that he had laid eyes on the man.
Infected with vampirism or not.
“More like I’m infected with unicorn blood, my love. I think it makes me… hornier.”
Oh, that was awful, and he laughed out loud, a full belly laugh that eased a bit of the tension.
“You’re beautiful when you laugh. I think at some point we were dreaming together, and you were laughing?”
Corbin nodded. “I think you’re right. I dreamed with you quite a bit. It was a comfort.”
And he’d needed it desperately. It had been a lonely year.
That got him a much softer brush of Ev’s lips on his. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I was willing to wait years. And don’t kill the mood.”
