“Stephen.” The word sounded strangled, but then Kilian was struggling to catch his breath so that wasn’t surprising.
Kilian still had Stephen’s hands in his, but Stephen straddled his legs and settled on Kilian’s lap. “You are so damn noble. Even when your mother was being a shit, you wanted to be the good son. How the hell does anyone get to be as good as you?”
“No. Don’t,” Kilian said.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t put me on a pedestal. I don’t belong up there.”
Stephen leaned in and kissed Kilian’s nose. “I’d rather have you sprawled under me, your body marked with finger bruises and love bites and sweat. I’m not into pedestals.”
Kilian’s cock swelled, and his balls ached with need, especially when Stephen started rocking.
“Enough.” Kilian tried to sound firm, but his voice broke like an adolescent’s.
“It may be our last chance. My gut is telling me we’re running out of time, and I don’t know what’s going to happen when the countdown in the back of my head finishes, but I am so fucking afraid we’re going to lose this... lose us.”
“Countdown?” Kilian tried to shift Stephen off his lap, but he grabbed Kilian’s shirt and tightened his knees. Kilian lacked the leverage to shift him. “What are you talking about?”
Stephen leaned close enough that his breath tickled Kilian’s ear. “I have no idea. I don’t know what countdown. I don’t know how long we have, but I can feel it like a shadow cutting my soul off from the sun. I want this moment. I need this.”
“Stephen...” Kilian didn’t know what to say.
“Ineedthis,” Stephen repeated. He pressed his lips against Kilian’s and then flicked little cat licks against them. When Kilian sighed, Stephen sent his tongue questing into Kilian’s mouth as their kiss grew more frantic. Kilian released Stephen’s hands and grabbed his hips as Stephen thrust into him. At first Kilian thought Stephen was making the hungry moans that reverberated between them, but Kilian was. He wanted this as much as Stephen.
He tightened his hold on Stephen’s hips. When their kiss ended, Kilian said, “We should take turns getting sleep and focus on the mission.”
“But we aren’t going to,” Stephen said in a teasing voice. He slipped a hand between their bodies and pressed his palm against Kilian’s hard cock. Kilian threw his head back and groaned, and Stephen kissed the arch of his neck. “I want to kiss every inch of you.” Stephen kissed Kilian’s pulse point and then his ear. Then he nipped.
Kilian jerked his hips, and Stephen laughed. The sound was music and delight and sweet promises. Maybe this was magic—the demon tempting him—but Kilian didn’t care. Tomorrow he might die in that cathedral or he might survive and get sent to military prison for a decade. Tomorrow, anything could happen, but tonight they had this. Kilian sucked Stephen’s ear, sliding his arm around the small of Stephen’s back to hold him still as he writhed in pleasure.
They made quick work of buttons and shirts and zippers, until Kilian was down to his socks. He would have taken them off, only he didn’t want to be delayed one more second. He pulled Stephen down beside him on the cool sheets. Stephen’s body was lean and sharp, but he molded himself to Kilian’s chest, curling his arms around him.
“I like bare skin,” Stephen whispered before he kissed Kilian’s shoulder.
Kilian stroked Stephen’s flanks, caressing the smooth, hot skin, feeling Stephen twitch when Kilian found a secret spot. The dip above his hip was sensitive. He was ticklish over his ribs on his left side. His nipples were such an erogenous zone that when Kilian ran his thumb over the pebbled flesh, Stephen gasped and dug his fingers into Kilian’s arms. And Stephen matched Kilian’s explorations. He mapped the scars across Kilian’s chest, his fingers following the line of raised scar where the dragon’s tail had sliced him, and he found Kilian’s ticklish spot just below his armpit.
“I want you inside me,” Stephen said.
“Bad idea. I don’t have a condom.”
Stephen laughed, a quick burst of hysteria followed by a quieter chuckle. “You’re a vampire and I’m a demon. What exactly do you think a condom would protect us from? Anything we might transfer to each other wouldn’t be stopped by rubber, and we can’t carry anything that rubber could effectively stop. Fuck me. If all we have is tonight, then let’s do it right. No one around, just us.” Stephen wrapped his slippery hand around Kilian’s cock. He had found lube or lotion or something equally delightful.
A niggle of common sense tried to inject itself into Kilian’s brain, but then Stephen tightened his hold, sliding his hand up and down until Kilian’s brain abandoned thought. “I want you,” Kilian confessed. “You’re powerful, and not just magically. Most people would have folded under the pressure of being controlled by a unit like Mia’s, but you’re still yourself. You don’t give up.”
“Nope, I never do.” Stephen straddled Kilian and grabbed the headboard. Kilian groaned as Stephen angled his hips and shifted back until he sank onto Kilian’s hard cock. He dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up.
“Giddy up, cowboy, or would you be the horse?” Stephen grinned, joy transforming his features.
Kilian grabbed Stephen’s cock and jacked him slowly. He explored the uncircumcised tip and traced the vein on the underside while Stephen clung to the headboard and panted like a marathon runner. Kilian’s cock throbbed in Stephen’s fist, but Kilian ignored his own body’s needs in favor of playing with Stephen’s body. He ran his dull fingernails over Stephen’s inner thigh, groaning when his hole tightened in retaliation. “Bastard,” Stephen cursed.
Kilian laughed. Then Stephen tightened again.
Kilian keened and arched his back as need drove coherent thought from his body. He thrust his hips into the air, lifting Stephen so fast that Stephen lost his grip and his left hand landed on the bed right next to Kilian’s head. Kilian grabbed the hand and kissed the inside of Stephen’s wrist, his fangs itching with an urge to taste the blood below the lust-stained sweat and skin.
“Do it,” Stephen urged him. He pressed his wrist against Kilian’s mouth, and Kilian’s teeth dropped. His fangs cut through the delicate skin, and the copper of blood and power filled his being. Magic seeped into him, filling him. When Kilian had bitten Stephen last time, he had felt overcharged, like magic threatened to drown him. The demonic power was too much. But now Kilian bucked up off the bed in pleasure, his hunger sated, and their bodies slapping together. Kilian’s body went taut, his muscles locked in ecstasy as everything vanished except the two of them.
Stephen came with a strangled scream a half second later, his cum spilling over Kilian’s bare chest, over his scars and prematurely graying chest hairs. Then he collapsed onto Kilian. When Kilian’s cock slipped free of Stephen’s body, the cold seeped into him until Kilian sought the warmth of his lover. He tucked his nose into the crook of Stephen’s neck and held him tightly. Tomorrow would come, but right now Kilian only wanted this. Them. The rest would have to wait.
