“You are not this timid, Aiko,” he ground out. “You survived and thrived under the madness of Savion. You are a Lord Knight. That is not a position that allows for timidity. Stop acting like you’d rather do anything else than help us. Stop acting like you’d rather be taking your blood from literally anyone else than Kimber.”
He held his wrist up and let go of Aiko’s chin. “Take your blood. You need it. And then Kimber will take yours. And next time, she will take mine, and you will be nearby if it does not satisfy her.”
Aiko pursed his lips and nodded once. “I won’t like yours. I very much enjoy tasting mistress—Kimber’s blood. It is sweet and filling like no other. But you’re right. If we are both injured, we cannot rely on each other.”
“Wait,” I said. “This works the same for everyone. Rilen, lay back on the bed. I don’t want you to fall or hurt yourself.”
Aiko nodded. “A good idea.”
Rilen slipped back up the bed and fitted himself against a pillow, and Aiko walked around to sit on his other side. Rilen extended his arm again, and after a short hesitation, Aiko brought his wrist to his lips.
“I have never tasted a male,” he whispered.
Before either Rilen or I could say anything, he sank his fangs into his wrist.
Rilen’s eyes grew wide, and I saw him grow erect in seconds. I kissed his lips softly, and he moaned as Aiko drew from his vein. His hips lifted against my thigh.
I watched his eyes grow hazy with desire—and it suddenly dawned on me that this might be a bad idea. My twins enjoyed the company of men and having something so erotic tempting him wasn’t going to be the best thing at this point.
“Sweet Savior,” he bit out.
“Rilen, love,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to help you? He won’t care.”
“Yes.” The word was hissed between his teeth. “Yes, please, gods, Kimber.”
I slipped my hand into the waist of his pants and grasped his cock. His moan was deep, and he was hard and heavy and confined. I untied the waist to give my hand room to move over him and keep him covered.
I didn’t know how Aiko would feel about seeing another man naked in the throes of pleasure.
Rilen was very hard, so I didn’t start slow. With my hand, I gathered moisture at his tip and dragged it over his heated flesh, rocking up and down over his dick. His free arm found my waist and pulled me close to him, his face in the crook of my neck.
Twisting my wrist, I moved at the opposite time to Aiko’s pulls on his wrist. Rilen gasped and huffed, trying not to thrust his hips up off the bed.
“Let go, Rilen. Don’t try to stop this,” I whispered.
Tossing a quick look at Aiko, I saw his eyes were closed—and he was erect as well.
He liked the way Rilen tasted and felt against him.
Was that better or worse?
“Shit, Kimber,” he breathed. “He feels so good. Your hand is amazing. I feel like I’m going to die from pleasure.”
“Come for me, Rilen?”
He nodded, lost for words. I worked his erection harder, smoothing more of his liquid down him. He nearly flowed through my hand with no friction, just the pressure I kept on his heat.
Aiko pulled one more time on his vein and swept his tongue over the small wounds to seal them. It was the flick of his tongue on Rilen’s skin that brought him to climax in my hand with a muffled grunt and moan of relief. He fell back against the headboard.
I didn’t need to look at Aiko to know that he was embarrassed by his reaction to tasting Rilen’s blood. He also needed relief.
Sliding across the bed, I grabbed Aiko’s wrist and brought it to my mouth. I stared at him for a heartbeat.
“Take your pleasure.”
Without another thought, I dropped my fangs and spiked them into his skin, finding the vein instantly as I had every other time. I pulled hard on his vein, and Aiko gasped with pleasure.
Aiko closed his eyes and fell into pleasure, enjoying my lips and tongue on his wrist. The bed shifted less than a moment later, and I glanced at Rilen.
