And then he was kissing Riley.
It wasn’t like before, when Seth had given in and taught Riley how to kiss someone properly. Because back then, even when Seth had been moaning, letting Riley crawl over him on the couch and grind against him with shared enthusiasm, there had been a barrier between them. Seth had been holding part of himself back, and Riley had known it, even if he hadn’t wanted to.
But here and now, Seth wasn’t kissing Riley like he was instructing someone. He was kissing Riley like he needed to. Like maybe the want in him burned almost as brightly as the fierce desire Riley had been living with these past weeks.
Wouldn’t that be something? To be wanted with even a fraction of the intensity Riley felt for his mate? He couldn’t think of anything better.
Riley accepted Seth’s kiss eagerly, even if he didn’t know exactly what Seth had meant. Riley wasn’t sure what it was he should have told Seth. That he was a vampire? That Seth was his mate? That he craved the taste of Seth’s blood like an ordinary human craved water in the desert?
He didn’t know how much Seth knew, and—as Riley opened his mouth, crushing Seth tightly against him, their tongues battling for dominance—it didn’t much matter.
Not when Seth was here, in Riley’s arms, kissing Riley like he was trying to steal Riley’s very breath out of his lungs.
Seth wasn’t scared of Riley. He wasn’t even angry with him. Or if hewasangry, he was taking it out on Riley’s mouth, chastising him with tongue and teeth and bruising lips.
That was fine. Riley took his punishment willingly. He welcomed it even, hardening instantly, the blood rushing to his dick so fast it made him dizzy.
Seth was wearing another pair of those soft pants he liked, and Riley could feel that he was hard too, his cock pressing urgently against Riley’s hip.
And that was the last straw, wasn’t it? Riley had been restrained for too long, and he was being offered everything he wanted, and he couldn’t pretend not to want it anymore.
“Can—” Riley asked when Seth paused to take a gasping breath. “Can I touch you, Seth? Please?”
“Yes,” Seth answered into Riley’s mouth, frantically shuffling off a tote bag Riley hadn’t realized he’d been carrying and dropping it on the ground. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Touch me.”
Seth grabbed Riley’s hand from around his back and guided it beneath his waistband. It made Riley’s lower belly clench hotly, the way Seth showed him exactly what he wanted.
Seth didn’t stop until Riley’s hand was around his cock.
It was burning hot to the touch, already leaking precum from the tip, the skin so silky smooth Riley ached to lave it with his tongue.
Seth gasped as Riley wrapped his fingers around it. Then he gripped Riley’s wrist, urging him to move. He was still kissing Riley, still pressed so close to him that Riley could barely get enough space between them to stroke him off.
Riley had thought there was nothing better than kissing Seth, but kissing Seth while gripping his cock, stroking it roughly, finding out exactly what angle and pressure made him whimper into Riley’s mouth? That was a level of heat and desire beyond Riley’s previous comprehension. And it was still only hands and clumsy fumbling.
If Seth ever let Riley fuck him, Riley would probably burst into flames on the spot.
As Riley jerked Seth off with full enthusiasm and zero skill, Seth still had one hand on Riley’s wrist, no longer guiding but gripping. The other hand was fisted in Riley’s shirt, Seth’s fingers pressed hard against Riley’s chest. He kept breaking the kiss to pant and moan against Riley’s lips, and he was so perfect and so beautiful that Riley wanted to drop to his knees and worship him.
So he did.
“Oh! Oh fuck,” Seth gasped.
Riley tugged at Seth’s waistband as he went, drawing those soft pants and underwear down to the tops of Seth’s thighs. What followed couldn’t be called a blow job by any means—Riley was too scattered and hungry and clumsy for that. Instead, he stroked Seth while mouthing and tonguing at whatever skin he could get to. Licking around his own fingers, nuzzling into Seth’s groin, planting openmouthed kisses to the soft skin at Seth’s hips.
But whatever it was Riley was doing, Seth seemed to like it. His buttery orange scent grew so sweet and heavy Riley could taste it on the air. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper. He wanted to free it. He couldn’t let go long enough to do so.
Seth now had one hand on Riley’s shoulder and one in Riley’s hair, and he was gazing down at Riley with heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh my God,” he moaned when Riley stared back up at him, his fist squeezing the length of Seth’s cock while he mouthed hungrily at the base.
Seth’s hips bucked, and he bit into his lower lip so deeply it looked painful. “Ohfuckkk.”
Riley moved his hand faster, in the way he liked when he was close to coming. He widened his legs, trying to relieve some of that aching pressure. He knew his touch was rough, the precum only easing the glide so much, but Seth didn’t seem to mind.
He especially didn’t seem to mind when Riley let his thumb pass over the head of his cock, teasing it with every pass of his fist.
Riley could hear the way Seth’s heart was racing wildly, couldpractically taste the blood rushing through the pretty blue veins just under his skin.
And right at the crest—when Seth’s dick grew impossibly harder, twitching and pulsing in a way that let Riley know Seth was going to lose it soon—Riley’s fangs dropped.
