Riley nodded.
“Thank you.”
Riley’s lips quirked at the corners. “Pretty mate,” he crooned. “So sweet. So brave.” He kissed Seth again. He tasted like blood—Seth’s blood—and yet Seth moaned into it, pressing up with his hips to get some sort of friction. He was still so hard. What did vampire victims normally do? Go home and jerk it with no idea why they’d suddenly become so horny they might burst?
In the middle of the kiss, the humping and the groaning, Riley made a noise, and Seth somehow knew without looking that his boy was back. He whimpered. Thank God. He was ready to explode.
“Touch my dick,” he begged. “Please, Riley.”
Riley immediately shoved his hand into Seth’s pants, gripping Seth’s tortured cock.
“Oh God,” Seth groaned.
“It felt good?” Riley asked, kissing fiercely along Seth’s jawline, his throat. Could he still taste the blood there? Was there a copper tinge to the salt of Seth’s skin now?
“It felt good,” Seth told him, pressing up with his hips again. “So, so good.”
Riley rewarded him with the steady, firm glide of his hand over Seth’s erection. “You didn’t wanthimto do this?” he asked, pausing at the top, his fist cupped around the sensitive head.
“Want you,” Seth moaned, arching up into that teasing touch. “Want you to touch me.”
He could feel Riley’s grin against his neck as he started jerking Seth for real. It didn’t take long for Seth to finish, not after everything that had come before. Riley had barely gotten into the rhythm when Seth cried out, spilling over his hand.
Riley licked it off his fingers afterward. “Every part of you is so sweet,” he said. He didn’t sound like he was trying to be seductive but like he was pointing out a fun fact. “So delicious.”
Seth groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You’re going to be filthy, aren’t you?”
Riley’s answer was to tug Seth’s hands away and kiss him again, licking the taste of Seth’s own cum into his mouth.
That was a yes, then.
Seth sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Riley’s neck and letting his filthy boyfriend seduce him once more.
He supposed there were worse crosses to bear.
21
RILEY
Riley was on Seth’s couch again.
This time, they weren’t sitting cross-legged facing each other, slimy face masks covering their features. This time, Seth was pressed into Riley’s side, his warmth like living sunshine against Riley’s body as they watched a show where absurdly kind British people competed in baking.
Riley had tried to tease Seth about failing to separate his work from his home life—“Really, you bake for work and then watch baking for fun?”—and Seth had practically hissed at him like a cranky cat. “It’s different. This isself-care.”
Apparently, Seth really liked his show, and that was not to be questioned. Lesson learned.
Seth really liked his show, and he also really liked Riley’s bite. Actually, he’d liked not just Riley’s bite but Rileyfeedingon him, draining Seth’s blood to keep his own flowing in his undead veins.
And then, because he was perfect in every way a person could be, Seth had let Riley bring him to completion and then fuckbetween Seth’s clamped-together thighs, the blanket Seth had placed to catch stray blood catching Riley’s spend instead.
And now, with them cuddled together on this couch, for once in Riley’s life, he was…sated, some of that relentless hunger inside him finally eased. How could he be anything but full? Seth keptfeedinghim, over and over. With his care, with his body, and now with his blood.
Riley had taken human blood from its source, and he hadn’t hurt anyone doing it.
Seth had even asked for it himself because he trusted Riley—both Riley and the monster inside him. And even though Seth was freaked out by Riley’s claims of fate, he was working hard to wrap his head around it all, to better understand Riley’s world.
And Riley owed him another truth for that. His worst truth. A glimpse at the cost of his horrible hunger.
