I didn’t know if it was that he seemed a little dangerous or what, but this time the bite really hit me hard. I moaned immediately, the feel-good things swamping my brain and making me hard in seconds. Luca moaned as if echoing me, as he took long pulls of my blood, one hand around the back of my neck to hold me in place, the other sliding down my chest and pressing his palm over my dick.
I whimpered. I wasn’t proud of the sound, but I could hear the amusement in the little huff he let out. Then he made a questioning noise, all the while drinking from me.
“Y-Yes,” I managed to push out.
He snuck his hand under the waistband of my pants and underwear, and wrapped his long, graceful fingers around my cock for the first time.
I tightened my hold of his hips, and he made a happy sound. When had I grabbed him there?
“You too?” I gasped out the words.
He made an affirmative noise, and I forced myself to let go of his right hip to touch him as he was touching me.
I was able to hold back my claws, just barely, as I slipped my hand into his—Ben’s—sweats. Luca hadn’t bothered with underwear, so his cock was right there, hard and cool against my hot palm.
It had been a long time since I touched a dick that wasn’t mine, but it wasn’t rocket science. Besides, this was Luca, and he made a happy, rumbly sound against my neck, then started to jerk me off while I struggled to do the same to him.
My coordination was shit, but it didn’t seem to matter, and then suddenly he pulled his fangs out, slammed his mouth over mine, and fisted my hair as he kissed me ravenously.
The mingling taste of blood and us was too much. I groaned long and loud into his mouth as I came like a geyser in his hand. He used the same hand to wrap around mine and helped mekeep rhythm for a few moments until he, too, erupted over our joined fingers.
He wrenched his mouth off mine and put his forehead against my shoulder as we panted for breath for a while.
Then he chuckled, breathless and sounding surprised. “Well… that was….”
“Uh-huh.” I snorted, then snickered.
The room smelled like sex. We needed to clean up soon.
“I don’t know where it all came from,” he said once he’d calmed down enough to get words out.
I looked at our messy hands—his much messier than mine—and burst out laughing.
Luca noticed. “Jesus Christ, notthat!” Then he laughed, too, and flopped off my lap, hand carefully in the air.
Something in me fixated on those slim fingers. I grabbed his wrist and leaned closer, bringing his hand to my mouth. I licked his skin, tasting us together, and my cock, still out of my pants, twitched.
“Holy shit, Max,” Luca breathed, his gaze fixed on what I was doing.
Once his hand was clean, I leaned in and kissed him. Both of us were hard again, but we ignored our dicks, tucked them away a bit awkwardly, and curled up on the bed together.
“I think you need to talk to Rian about that.” I had my head on his chest, as he played with my hair.
“Yeah. The hunger… it was different.”
“Probably the burned calories from the workout, but he should know just in case.”
“Right.” He kissed my forehead and sighed happily. “Should we air the room out before Ben gets home?”
I grinned. “Nah.”
Chapter Nine
Ben
I’d come home to a room that smelled like sex, and two men who looked half mischievous, half embarrassed. It was kind of cute.
Maybe I should’ve felt some type of way about it, but I didn’t. I was happy for them and didn’t have an ounce of jealousy. We’d agreed to let things develop organically, which is what had happened.
