He watched Stone trail through the rooms of Lysander’s home. Lysander couldn’t stand the silence. “We’re right next door to Deidra and Jacen. Oh, and Leif and Aspen live almost directly across the street, if you step into the human realm.”
Stone flashed him a smile. “That’s great.” He glanced around. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to move my things and where they could go. Honestly, you’ve seen my place. I don’t have a ton of shit, since I lived with the King of Scottish vampires back home. When I arrived in Wulfe, I came with verra little. Still, I don’t want to clutter your house.”
Lysander shook his head and closed the gap between them. He wrapped his arms around Stone. “Ourhouse.” His gaze swept down Stone’s warrior-hardened body. “That accent peeked out for a second a minute ago. Are you feeling homesick? We can visit Scotland anytime you’d like. I can see me flipping up a kilt to find out what’s underneath.”
Before Lysander had a chance to feel too frisky, someone knocked on the door. They froze and simultaneously turned that way. In unison, they moved to answer. Lysander hadn’t been expecting anyone. When he pulled open the heavy wooden door, no one was there, but a stack of things waited. The pile looked large enough to fill a small home.
“What the—”
“That’s my stuff,” Stone said, cutting him off.
Neither of them moved.
Stone’s gaze shot in every direction, openly hunting for the source of the delivery.
“What do you smell?” Lysander didn’t know why he whispered. The appearance of Stone’s things just seemed too strange on the heels of their earlier discussion—like someone had been watching them.
Stone sniffed the air. “Odd. I smell cotton candy. That’s it. No hint of any beings.”
“That’s…” He had no idea how to finish that sentence.
“Queer,” Stone supplied.
Lysander nodded. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the mess. “I suppose we should bring all this inside.”
As the words left his lips, boxes lifted and headed straight for them. Stone and Lysander jumped out of the way. Boxes and furniture flew inside. They danced in the air as they openly hunted for places to put themselves. Neither of them intervened. Even for a fairy, Lysander hadn’t seen this brand of magic before. It was as if all Stone’s possessions were enchanted.
The whirlwind of items finally stopped. Everything had found a home. They exchanged glances, and Lysander swung the door shut.
“Well, there’s one less chore.”
A laugh burst from Lysander at Stone’s droll statement. “You’ll never be able to find anything again.”
Stone smiled. It grew brighter by the second. He crowded Lysander’s space until he had Lysander trapped against the door. “I bet I can still find the bed.” Stone cupped Lysander’s cock through his jeans and rubbed. Warmth spread through Lysander’s blood. Stone kept tormenting him by unbuttoning Lysander’s jeans. “Then again, I don’t need a bed, do I? I can blow you right here.”
A needy sound came from the back of Lysander’s throat. Stone always took Lysander from zero to a hundred in seconds.
His whimper seemed to be exactly what Stone wanted to hear. He dropped to his knees. Lysander’s head fell back with a thump against the door. Stone’s hot mouth engulfed him. A bright light flared inside his closed eyelids. The heat he produced got warmer. The suction on his dick had Lysander rolling his hips, trying to get deeper and take what he wanted. Stone didn’t tease him. He kept a steady pace. Lysander saw the determination inside Stone to make him come as quickly as possible. He wanted to be inside Lysander. The instant he saw that thought, Lysander desperately wanted the same.
“Please. I need you to fuck me.”
In a flash, using vampire speed, Stone had him in his arms and braced against the wall. Lysander barely had time to magic up the lube needed before Stone positioned his cock against Lysander’s asshole and thrust.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
Oh, he was really about to get fucked. “I dare you to try.”
With permission given, Stone became the vampire he was. He pounded Lysander, easily raising and lowering Lysander on his dick with rapid-pace motions. All Lysander could do was hang on. His first orgasm hit like lightning. He cried his way through, moaning and gasping, before Stone’s fangs struck. The second orgasm made him black out for a second. He hadn’t recovered a single ounce when the third one hit. This time, as he shook with pleasure, Stone joined him over the edge. They fought equally like wildcats to pull every ounce of pulsing pleasure from each other. They kissed and bit, scratched and squeezed. The ecstasy had them on the edge of madness with the way they experienced each other’s pleasure combined. Lysander wasn’t sure he even breathed any longer. Oxygen was overrated anyhow. Stone’s lips swiped his throat where he had just bitten. “I never thought I’d be jealous of the way Weres can mark each other. There’s no way for anyone to know you’re mine.”
The whispered confession caused tears to spring to his eyes. Fairies couldn’t scar, and the only time he had seen a vampire have his skin marked was when they were mated to a Were. That in itself was rarer than the most precious of jewels.
“I can mark us in a different way.” He kissed Stone’s neck. A tattoo appeared beneath his lips. His neck tingled as a similar tattoo etched itself onto him.
Stone stared at Lysander’s neck in awe. His gaze moved to hold Lysander’s stare. He didn’t say anything. Stone looked too stunned to speak. Still holding Lysander, Stone headed for the bathroom. He set Lysander on the edge of the counter, obviouslyuncaring of the cum Lysander leaked. Stone stared at his neck in the reflection. Lysander’s name and lips were deeply branded on his skin in gorgeous fairy ink.
His gaze moved back to Lysander. “I love it.” Stone traced his name on Lysander’s neck. “Everyone will know you’re mine.”
Pride swelled in his chest. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re mine too.”
