Nicolo smiled, casting his sire a sidelong glance. “I call dibs, Mamma.”
She gently swatted his arm. “You’re such a brat. But, I do like him a lot. I see why he fascinates you so much.” She paused. “He did not want the guest room?”
“I offered, but he was quite happy to sleep with me in my room. I, of course, have no complaints.”
Priscilla giggled, shaking her head at him. She patted him on the shoulder and left, heading down the hall to her rooms.
It was nearly dawn, the night had been long, and while vampires did not sleep like mortals, Nicolo would appreciate respite from the stress of the last few hours. Perhaps Camden would let him hold him while he slept.
He strode into the room and took the now empty suitcase, zipping it closed. Camden came out of the bathroom, dressed in sleep pants and shirt, smelling of toothpaste, minty and clean.Nicolo put the suitcase in the back of the closet and watched in happy amusement as Camden climbed into his bed, snuggled into the pillows, and patted the space beside him.
“Come join me? I don’t want to sleep alone,” Camden asked.
“Let me shower quickly, tesoro, and I’ll join you in a moment.”
Camden cracked a yawn, eyes heavy. He was crashing, and fast. “Okay.”
Nicolo took the quickest shower of his life, making sure that any blood from the altercation was washed away completely. He took the time to freshen up, towel-dried his hair so as not to soak the pillows, and exited the bathroom to see Camden passed out asleep.
Nicolo put on a pair of silk sleep pants, and then carefully slid under the covers beside Camden, not wanting to wake the exhausted man. He didn’t have to worry, as Camden promptly snuggled in close, splaying across Nicolo’s chest, and Nicolo held Camden as he got comfortable, wiggling until satisfied.
Nicolo promptly told his libido to shut up, and he pulled Camden close, happy to hold him as Camden went limp in sleep, his heartbeat music to Nicolo’s ears.
Camden
Wakingin Nicolo’s arms was wonderful. Nicolo was warm, and despite the rock-hard nature of his dense muscles, wasremarkably comfortable to sleep upon. He’d reflected back Camden’s body heat, acting like a bedwarmer, and he was loath to get out of bed. He had no idea what time it was, and with the shop closed, he had no reason to get out of bed at all.
He was never one to manage that successfully though—once he was awake, he was up, and he begrudgingly opened his eyes and blinked up at the most beautiful sight of Nicolo gazing at him, silver eyes bright. Nicolo smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of Camden’s nose.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” Camden groaned, and he burrowed into Nicolo’s embrace, hiding his face in his neck and breathing in the scent of him.
Hands rubbed up and down his back, and their legs were tangled. He loved the smooth, soft feel of Nicolo’s skin, and the firm, powerful muscles underneath. He ran his hands over Nicolo’s torso, over washboard abs and defined pecs, and he grinned when he accidentally brushed a finger over a nipple and Nicolo shivered. He pressed a soft kiss to Nicolo’s neck, loving the way Nicolo moaned, tipping back his head for more kisses.
He sucked on Nicolo’s neck, pulling up a hickey, and Nicolo chuckled. “You’re amorous upon waking, tesoro.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Camden asked, entranced by how the lovebite quickly healed, fading away like it was never there. He needed to make another one.
“Not on your life,” Nicolo replied, making Camden chuckle. “Please, continue.”
Camden licked Nicolo’s neck and went about making another love bite, Nicolo’s hands gripping his hips and pulling him closer. Nicolo was hard, cock pressed against Camden’s belly, and Camden slid a hand down between them and under the waistband of his sleep pants and firmly gripped Nicolo’s cock, stroking it. Nicolo was warm from snuggling Camden all night,and Camden loved the way the hard cock in his hand jumped as he stroked it from root to tip.
Nicolo’s hips jerked and Camden lifted his head, delighted to see that Nicolo’s eyes glowed red with arousal. Camden was just as hard, and he groaned when Nicolo’s hand slid under the hem of his pants and wrapped around his own cock and lined them up together. Nicolo’s grip was firm and demanding, and Camden delighted in the sensations of Nicolo’s hard cock pressed to his, precum easing the glide as Nicolo stroked them both. Camden put his hand over Nicolo’s and squeezed, making Nicolo hiss lightly in pleasure, Camden groaning out his own.
Heat pooled in his belly and he kissed Nicolo, desperate, whimpering, nipping, Nicolo careful of his fangs but just as needy, devouring each other as their strokes grew faster, harder.
Camden came with a gasp, pleasure swamping him, whiting out his vision for a moment, his back bowing. He came over their hands in hot, wet spurts, and Nicolo growled, fierce and demanding, and he came right after Camden, his release cool and plentiful. Their combined spend coated their hands and bellies, and Camden carefully released his grip, collapsing to the bedding with a moan.
He must have dozed off for a minute, as he came back to awareness with Nicolo cleaning his hand with his nimble tongue, lapping at their cum and smiling at Camden when he blushed hot, cock twitching at the sight.
“Delicious,” Nicolo murmured, and Camden was ready to go again in answer to the heat in those beautiful silver eyes.
Nicolo laughed, smiling, as Camden launched himself at him and Nicolo allowed himself to be tackled back to the bed. Laughter filled the bedroom until kisses became more important.
Chapter
Seven
