Julien’s attention was like the fine point of a laser all of a sudden.
“I’m good,” Luis insisted, trying not to sound overly eager. “We should–we should do a second bite.”
“Can I watch this time?” Karim asked.
Julien didn’t even spare him a glance. He kept his eyes on Luis. “What do you think?”
The idea of Karim watching made something hot and dangerous twist in his belly. He probably shouldn’t. Karim would be Karim, and what if…?
“Okay,” he said.
Julien nodded slowly. There was a pause, like the room was holding its breath. Then Julien stood and Karim was quick to scramble up and out of his seat.
“Same side of your neck or opposite?” Julien asked, sitting. His voice was low, steady. Almost hypnotic.
“Same,” Luis said, lashes fluttering. He wanted to know what it would feel like. Was a bite on top of a bite better or worse?
Julien nodded. Then a hand was sliding around him, taking the spot where Karim’s had been.
“Ready?” Julien asked. His eyes were so blue, he was so beautiful.
“Yeah,” Luis said, breathy.
Luis tilted his head, and upon catching a glimpse of Karim’s hungry gaze, snapped his eyes shut.
“If you need to stop at any point, just let me know.” Julien’s accent had thickened.
There was no way Luis was going to stop this. He wanted it.
Fangs grazed the freshly closed skin, and the nerve feedback was strange. Luis held his breath.
Then Julien was biting down, reopening the wound.
The area was tender and over sensitized, and his nerves split between pleasure and pain, confused. It blew through him like a shock, and he made a needy sound. His hands found Julien’s shirt and gripped tight.
Karim whispered something that sounded like a curse.
Heat pooled at the wound and Luis felt the pull of Julien starting to suck at the bite. Pleasure tipped the scale in its favor.
His body throbbed, his cock rising back to stiffness. Everything else melted away in the haze. All he knew was the desire for more. For the way Julien readjusted to get his fangs deeper. For the slick suck of blood, the messy, hungry sound Julien made as he fed. Luis whined, high and broken, pushing closer, trying to give Julien more.
His head was fuzzy, heart pounding as it wound him up, higher and higher. He was close to coming, taking a second bite on the back of the first. He wasn’t sure he would even need to touch himself. His whole body was tense, pulsing, so close–
“Jules.”
The bark of the name crashed through the cocoon. For the second time, he was denied just on the edge.
Fangs pulled free, but Luis tugged insistently at the fabric in hand, he was so close, he just needed a little more.
He made an unintelligible sound, tipping his head further back, offering his neck. A hot breath panted across his fevered skin with clear desire. He groaned when the fangs grazed his throat, searching for their next spot.Fuck, he wanted it.Needed it.Luis made a plea, and he heard the sharp inhale, felt Julien’s hunger.
“Julien.”
Luis blinked his eyes open, dizzy and confused. Karim was standing above them, his hand on Julien’s arm, tugging up back.
Julien blinked once, then twice. Cold air rushed in between them, dousing the flames.
Then Julien was stumbling up from the couch clumsily. “Je gère, Je gère—” He was mumbling it, eyes unfocused.
