Maybe Riley would have been able to help himself if Seth had seemed to hate it, but if anything, it was the opposite. When Riley stood so close—their bodies almost touching, his breath blowing against Seth’s skin—all the little hairs on the back of Seth’s neck stood up, his heart raced, and his ears turned the prettiest shade of pink.
Seth wanted Riley. He might not havewantedto want him, but he did. And if that was all Riley had to work with—a certain fondness and base attraction—he was going to take full advantage.
He realized he might be slightly hindered by his own inexperience,but he was a quick student. He’d been homeschooled for obvious reasons, and he’d always gone above and beyond the curriculum. If nothing else, the quest for knowledge was a way to pass the time as well as expand his constricted world.
And now Riley was going to fill his entire world with his mate. He was going to learn and memorize and worship everything that made Seth sigh and moan and harden. He was going to fucking ace it.
Seth finally turned from the sink, and Riley stepped back to make room. Nottoo muchroom though. He could sense Seth preparing to retreat, to grow shy where he’d just gotten bold.
So Riley did what he knew would make Seth laugh if nothing else: Riley threw him over his shoulder.
Sethdidlaugh, a gasping sound of amused disbelief that turned into a faux outraged giggle as Riley headed toward the stairs, one arm banded around the back of Seth’s thighs. “What are you?—”
“You wanted to see my room.”
Seth slapped a wet hand against Riley’s lower back. “Yourmoms.”
But Riley had heard his moms leave the house ages ago. They were either roaming the woods or walking into town. The majority of the rooms in the house were soundproofed—none of them wanted Riley to hear what two vampire moms in desperate love got up to—but the privacy was still appreciated.
So Riley ignored Seth’s half-hearted wiggles of protest until they were safely closed up in his room, and then he set his mate down on his feet.
He expected another slap or maybe a wagging finger, but instead, Seth grabbed Riley’s face, pulling it down to his level. “Let me see your eyes.”
Riley blinked brown eyes at him. “You thought it was my vampire taking over and abducting you?”
“It crossed my mind.”
Riley frowned. He wasn’t sure if he liked the implications of that. “I’m just as obsessed, you know. It’s not all…it.”
That was probably the wrong thing to say, considering how Seth had freaked out about the mate thing. And he did seem poised to say something argumentative in return, so Riley took quick advantage of their position and pressed a kiss to Seth’s open mouth.
It was incredibly gratifying, the way Seth went immediately limp, melting into Riley as he gasped into the kiss.
Yeah, this was totally the way to go about things. Riley was just going to seduce Seth over and over until he forgot all his reservations. The voice inside Riley seemed to like that idea too, purring its approval as Riley licked into Seth’s mouth, pressing his knee against the hardness between Seth’s thighs.
By the time they broke apart, Seth’s hands were fisted in Riley’s shirt and his eyelids were drooping, his pretty lips slack and reddened. He gazed around Riley’s room absently, as if looking for an anchor. “You have a lot of books.”
That was true, but Riley didn’t feel like going through an inventory of his possessions right this second. He kissed Seth again, backing him up to the bed while Seth was pliant and occupied sucking on his tongue. Riley lifted him with two hands on his ass, then followed him down to the bed.
“We can just kiss,” Riley murmured, brushing his lips against Seth’s jaw, down his throat. Licking at Seth’s pounding pulse. Riley could do that without fear now. He had a new confidence in his own self-control—a new belief that the voice wasn’t going to ruin everything if he let go—and it was almost as heady as Seth’s eager kisses.
For once, Riley and his voice were on the exact same page: keep Seth happy, do whatever he wanted, don’t let him run.
Riley hummed, sucking on that tender spot, loving the way it made Seth groan. “We could kiss for hours and hours.”
“And you’d be—” Seth arched up, his hands now twisting into the hem of Riley’s shirt. “You’d be okay with that?”
Riley went back to nibbling Seth’s jaw. He liked that there was the faintest hint of stubble there. Seth was usually so meticulous about shaving. “Yes.”
“I wouldn’t.” Seth tugged Riley’s shirt. “Do you have lube?”
The question shot a jolt of electricity straight to Riley’s dick. He groaned. “Yes.”
“What about condoms?”
Riley paused his nibbling and raised his head. “I’m undead. I can’t give you anything. But if you’d prefer them?—”
Seth let out a slow breath, but Riley didn’t miss the way his hips bucked up. “No. That’s… Oh boy. Okay.”
