Keir
I hurried up to the room and began shedding my clothes the instant the door closed. I draped my shirt and pants over a chair and went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I was surprised the marble stall was so roomy, which was exactly what we needed.
I went to our shared duffel and grabbed the lube and our toiletry bags, wrapping a towel around my waist as I sat on the side of the bed to wait for Dash. Something was going on with him that he wasn’t sharing, and I was worried. There were so many unknowns in our future that I didn’t want to waste a moment of our time together dwelling on what-ifs.
A soft knock caught my attention, so I stood and peeked through the peephole. It was Dash, and he had his hands full. I opened the door and smirked at him. “Hey, sailor.”
He had a bag of chips hanging from between his teeth, a bottle of wine in one hand and three beers in the other. “I’m a walking happy hour. May I come in?”
“Sure thing.” I stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him.
I took the wine from him, which had been opened, and put the beer in the small fridge under a shelf in the closet that held a small safe. It wasn’t very secure, since even I could pick it up and carry it out.
Dash stepped closer and whipped off my towel, my hard cock bobbing for his attention. “Hang onto the clothing rod.” He backed me toward the makeshift closet, so I did as he asked and held on to the rod.
He slid between my feet and rested on his back on the carpet. “Circle those sexy hips for me, Dearly.”
I looked down at him, shifting my hips a bit to make my dick sway. “This is different,” I teased as I tried hard to hold my laugh but failed.
Dash sat up, his face even with my dick, and licked a hot, wet stripe from stem to stern. That shut me up.
He eased my leg over his shoulder before staring up at me. “Don’t let go of the rod, and I won’t let go of yours.”
Moist heat surrounded my hard-on as Dash licked, sucked, and nibbled my sensitive flesh. I was so weak in the knees I’d have fallen if he hadn’t held me up with both hands.
Dash pulled off. “Okay, I’m not looking to have you break your neck.”
He picked me up and carried me to the bed after I let go of the rod. He had to let go of mine, too, but he gently placed me onthe sheets and stripped himself, never taking his beautiful two-colored eyes from mine.
“I need to talk to you before we go any further. God, you make my mouth water,” he said before he moved down and nuzzled my sack with his nose, inhaling deeply.
Soft kisses to my perineum made me lightheaded before Dash moved to straddle my prone body, his wrinkled brow alerting me there might be something to worry about. “Okay. I was talking to Adonis about this in the SUV before you came to get me. You know I love you and never want to do you harm.”
He stared at me as if waiting for some sort of acknowledgment, so I nodded. “I know, love. What’s wrong?”
Dash dragged his engorged dick over mine and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he dropped his jaw to show me four fangs I didn’t anticipate, though I should have. I had invited him to taste me. How did I think he was going to do that?
“When did…? May I touch them?” Dash nodded, so I cautiously lifted my hand and ran an index finger over one on the top. It was as sharp as the tip of a well-honed butcher knife.
“It happened earlier after you tapped your neck. This won’t be a permanent thing, Keir. No way am I going to remain a vampire.”
I pricked the tip of my finger on his new tooth and froze. Dash licked the wound and moved away from me.
“What’s…? Are you okay?” I sat up because I wasn’t sure what to expect. My invitation for him to bite me had been rather flippant, but seeing Dash’s hands flex into fists as he backed away, I wondered if I’d pushed him too far.
Dash stepped closer and sat on the edge of the bed. “Adonis told me that if I loved you, I’d be able to control myself. Before he went to Mexico, Dr. Carl told me to be wary of temptation. I thought he was overreacting about something that wouldn’t happen, but he was definitely onto something.”
“Do you want me to clear out and give you a minute?”
God knew I didn’t want to leave, but I wouldn’t make him uncomfortable. We’d been through so many changes in the few years we’d been together, and we were now facing an unknown future as we started our family. I was always on Dash’s side, regardless of the consequences.
Dash reached up and slid the elastic from his hair. “No, Dearly. I believe I’m strong enough to know when to quit.”
He picked up his jeans and reached into the front pocket, fishing out a pocket knife, opening the six-inch blade, and turning the handle toward me. “If you have pain in any way, or if you start to feel faint, stab me in the shoulder. You won’t hurt me. The blade will probably break, but it will bring me back to myself to stop. Will you allow me?”
A gentle touch to the crease between my groin and my thigh tickled. “Do you think it will hurt?”
Dash lifted his left arm and bit into it, shocking me. He took a few gulps and pulled away. His nose wrinkled as he licked the spots on his forearm.
