“I should hope so. Do you have any idea how bored I get?”
Kilian tried to retreat into humor. “So you are attempting to seduce me by pointing out that having sex with me is better than doing nothing? Not feeling the love.”
Stephen gave a delighted laugh. “I admitted that I had a biggest crush on you. I am not giving you any more ego-stroking, but if you would like another body part stroked, I might oblige.” Stephen rocked his hips forward and back.
Raw need rose like a fire that licked up Kilian's spine and set every nerve ablaze. He held Stephen’s hips still, something that required a terrifying amount of force. Maybe Stephen appeared frail, but his body thrummed with power. Kilian said, “We have at least a month together, and anticipation is the best aphrodisiac. ” He involuntarily thrust up into Stephen, which undid some of his efforts to create emotional distance.
Stephen leaned close and moaned into Kilian's ear. The sound reverberated through him, and his cock hardened. Stephen licked up the side of Kilian’s neck before nipping the tender skin. Touch-starved and desperate, Kilian clung to him as shivers ran through him.
And then Stephen pushed away. “Okay. If you don't want to have sex, we won't have sex. I’m sorry because you’re smoking hot and so damn ethical that it makes me want to climb you like a tree, but it's your choice.” All the lilting tones of seduction were gone. Stephen picked up the video game controls and idly poked the miniature joystick with his thumb without turning on the game.
Kilian held out for a second, and then five, and then ten seconds. He counted all the way to thirty-eight before his control snapped. He lunged off the couch and caught Stephen by the waist, jerking him close before he latched onto the spot Stephen’s neck met his shoulder. Kilian didn’t let his fangs drop, but he bit the tender skin with his human teeth before sucking. When the skin was hot and bruised, he kissed an apology against the wounded flesh.
Stephen turned in his arms and tilted his head up, his lips parted. Accepting that invitation, Kilian crushed his mouth against Stephen’s. Tongues battled for position, and teeth clashed. The kiss was too hard and awkward and wet, and yet it was perfect. Kilian jerked Stephen’s body closer and then lifted him with a single arm around Stephen's waist before walking towards the bedroom.
“Fuck, yes.” Stephen’s words were hot against Kilian’s skin. He squirmed deliciously, moving like prey, like a hungry thing that would die without Kilian's touch.
Stephen threw his head back so that the front of his neck curved out. “Oh, Mia definitely fucked up that binding ring spell of hers. It's not only your pain I feel. Oh, thank God for incompetent witches.” Stephen groaned the words, and Kilian buried his nose in Stephen’s neck. His skin smelled of cinnamon and lust and power.
After dropping Stephen onto the bed, Kilian pounced on him. “I want all of you,” Kilian whispered. Lust dragged the words out of him. “I want to suck you and drink you down and possess every inch of you.” The confession felt unforgivable, but Stephen only hummed in pleasure. He ran his hands under Stephen’s shirt and pushed it off.
“Fuck yes. Take it all. There is such beautiful darkness in you. So gorgeous.” Stephen locked his legs around Kilian’s waist. When Kilian bent down, Stephen grabbed Kilian's short hair and jerked him close enough to kiss again. The taste of blood drove Kilian into a hot lust. Need circled like a storm, sending lightning streaking through the dark emotions. Kilian unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. He didn’t want to take time to unlace his boots, and that limited how much he could strip, but he wanted to touch and own and scratch every inch of Stephen and feel Stephen’s claws and teeth claim him in return.
But for now, he concentrated on Stephen’s small exposed nipples and Stephen’s pale flesh, seemingly so vulnerable even though Kilian had failed to leave a mark on the perfect skin.
Kilian bent over Stephen’s nipple and sucked hard. Stephen arched his back and cried out as he ran sharp fingernails over Kilian's shoulders. Cold trails marked where blood trickled over Kilian’s skin. In retaliation, Kilian used a fang to slice the smallest cut beside the nipple.
Stephen cursed and bucked up into Kilian's body, his cock still trapped in his pants, and Kilian had no interest in freeing him any time soon. Instead, he sucked at the injured nipple. A few drops of Stephen’s blood was enough to set off fireworks behind his eyelids. The sense of being in a storm intensified until Kilian could practically smell the ozone and petrichor. Kilian grabbed Stephen’s hair and jerked his head to the side before latching on to Stephen’s neck again. He made a bruise on the right side, reveling in the feeling of Stephen squirming and mewling beneath him. When he let go, he watched the red and blue fade from the flesh until only the perfect curve of unmarked skin remained. Taking that as a challenge, Kilian bit down on the curve with human teeth.
Stephen tightened his hands around Kilian's forearms and eight talons punctured the back of Kilian's arms. The pain tangled with the pleasure, and Stephen hissed and thrashed and moaned in tones that stripped Kilian of any remaining control. He ripped Stephen’s pants open. His button pinged against the far wall, and then Kilian was tearing the fabric. Without giving Stephen time to protest, Kilian flipped him over onto his stomach to expose his hole.
“Do it. Just do it. Fucking get in there and fuck me before I fucking kill you,” Stephen demanded.
“Pushy bottom,” Kilian teased.
Stephen tucked his knees up under himself and spread his legs as far as he could with his pants caught around his ankles. “I will fucking kill you and piss on your corpse,” Stephen threatened.
“Death and piss. Not sexy,” Kilian countered.
Stephen cursed creatively before altering his threat. “I will suck your brains out through your dick if you can’t figure out what to do with it.”
“I should find lube,” Kilian offered as an ounce of common sense asserted itself.
“I'm a demon. That is a category stronger than vampire, so stop fucking around and get your dick in me.”
Kilian decided that questioning Stephen’s preferences would be unkind. He drove into the willing body beneath him. The pressure on the head of his cock was so painful that every nerve in Kilian's body caught on fire, but pain and pleasure tangled inexorably. He set a harsh rhythm, pounding into Stephen as Stephen screamed for more and thrashed, knocking a glass off the bedside table so it shattered against the wall.
Reaching around, Kilian grabbed Stephen’s cock as he slammed forward again and again, his orgasm building. Stephen cried out, and the smell of his come spilling onto the bed pushed Kilian over the edge. White exploded behind his eyes as he came. Reality wavered, and raw emotions flooded through him. Rage. Pleasure. Fear. Need. Anger. Desire. Kilian couldn’t unpick the Gordian knot before the feelings faded and he was left wrung out and emotion-blind the way he might be blinded by looking into the sun.
Kilian collapsed, panting as he tried to realign the pieces of reality. His cock slipped free of Stephen , and Kilian rolled to the side, panting as his body cooled. Reality crept in, like a thousand gnats swarming until he couldn’t ignore them. Kilian turned his head, and studied Stephen. He looked debauched, his mouth open and his lips red and swollen despite the fact that all Kilian’s bites had already faded.
“Are you okay? Do you need a medic?”
“I need an encore,” Stephen said in a lust-drunk voice. He draped an arm over Kilian's chest. “My adolescent fantasies were twisted, but they were never that good. I feel like I can think, like the fog that trapped me in some odd twilight has lifted. Your dick is life-changing.”
Kilian chuckled. “Glad to oblige. I take it you're not bored now?”
“At this exact moment? No. Give me five minutes and I might need to be entertained again, though,” Stephen teased, his voice lighter and somehow more timid than Kilian was used to.
