Riley didn’t feel the change take over. He was too focused on the way his blood was heating, his balls drawing up tight. He was fighting the inevitable conclusion as hard as he could, trying to hold back, trying to let this last as long as possible. He finally gave in to the urge and licked the sweat off Seth’s neck, groaning at the salty flavor. And then?—
Sweet. So sweet. Salty skin and hot blood. Their mate was clenching, gasping, bucking under them. Sweat-slicked and perfect, hot release covering their fingers. Their mate. Their love. Theirs.
Riley came back to himself with his bloody lips still pressed against Seth’s neck.
Seth, who was chanting, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over again.
He wasn’t chanting in fear. It was pleasure. Pure pleasure. He’d come on Riley’s fingers, and his blood was in Riley’s mouth, and he was still shuddering, shivering, his orgasm extended into something his mortal body hardly seemed able to take.
Riley licked on instinct, closing the bite. He could still taste the perfect orange-tinged copper of Seth’s essence, and Seth’s innermuscles were squeezing Riley’s cock like some sort of pulsating vise.
That was it. It was too much to bear. Riley drove in once. Twice. He pressed his hips down as hard as he could, and his whole body shuddered as Seth milked him, taking everything Riley had to give. He lost himself. Not to the change, for once, but to pure sensation. The world narrowed and expanded at the same time, turning Riley inside out within it.
By the time he came back to himself for a second time, Seth was still shuddering. Or no, his shoulders were shaking. Oh fuck. Was he crying?
“Seth?” Riley asked. He regretfully withdrew from that perfect warmth. Otherwise, he was going to get hard again inside Seth and scare him off. “Baby?”
Seth raised his head from where it had dropped. He wasn’t crying. He was laughing. “Jesus Christ.”
It wasn’t exactly reassuring. Was this some sort of breakdown? Had the bite been too much for him? Had Riley been too rough? “What’s wrong?”
“First time,” Seth gasped. “Your f-first time.” And he started laughing again. Cackling almost.
Riley could only stare at the side of Seth’s face. His spent cock was pressed against Seth’s ass cheek, and Riley idly wondered if he should, like, take it away.
But then Seth rolled over underneath him. He wasglowing, looking so flushed and happy and sated. He lifted a hand, cupping Riley’s cheek. “What am I going to do with you?”
He’d liked it, Riley fucking him. He’d liked it a lot.
The elation was like a drug. At least, Riley assumed it was—he’d never gotten to try any drugs before. But he’d take a hit of giddy, fucked-out Seth any day.
Riley grinned down at his mate, light as air. “You’re going to keep me.”
18
SETH
Seth woke up from a short sex doze to find arousal already pooling low in his belly.
His breath hitched as he came back to full awareness. He was naked and warm and lying on his back, a large form hovering over him. Broad hands petted at Seth’s hips while a determined nose and lips and teeth nuzzled into tender skin.
Riley really seemed to like mauling Seth’s neck. It must have been a vampire thing. Not like Seth was complaining. Not when every one of Riley’s desperate touches sent a tingle down Seth’s spine, his dick twitching in interest.
Seth let out a sigh, and the hands on his hips drifted to Seth’s thighs, spreading them open and lifting them to wrap around Riley’s lower back.
Right. Riley had wanted face-to-face.
Seth’s breath hitched again, his cock filling like he hadn’t had the orgasm of his life only a little while ago.
Riley nibbled on Seth’s shoulder, and Seth’s hole clenchedaround nothing, like it was already aching for Riley’s girth. Jesus. It had been some time since he’d been dicked down, but Seth didn’t remember being this desperate for it. He shouldn’t even want it again so soon. He was tender down there.
Not that he wastoosore. Riley hadn’t been rough earlier. No, he’d been…thorough. Very,verythorough. He’d taken Seth in strokes that were short but deep, his hips barely lifting from where they’d rested on Seth’s ass. As if any inch of space between them had been considered an inch too many.
It had been deeply sensual in a way Seth hadn’t known how to guard against, and that was without considering the bite that had forced him into shooting his load without warning.
Seth had been expecting frantic and rushed and to have everything over too quickly. It still would have been hot—Seth was too far gone on Riley not to take the inexperience for what it was and enjoy the hell out of it anyway. But Riley had flipped the script entirely and been slow and thorough and overwhelming.
Tricky fucking vampires.
