“Mmnngh.”
It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Gethin kneaded the soft pale globes of Sorley’s arse until he felt him slacken. “You’ve got such a gorgeous bum,” he said in wonder. “I do love touching you.” He pulled Sorley’s thighs apart, then leant forward and tentatively touched his tongue to the dark space behind his balls. His scent was more concentrated here, but it was still Sorley, still sweet and cool — although Gethin wondered howcoolcould be a scent. Maybe it was a vampire thing. He didn’t care as long as he could continue to drink in the aroma until he drowned in its sensual intensity. He nuzzled deeper, mouthing and nibbling the skin around Sorley’s hole, flickering over his pucker with lightning fast swipes, making Sorley gasp. A burst of irritation reached Gethin, and he mentally smirked to know he was getting under Sorley’s skin. He would know Gethin could pick up on his emotions, and so far, Sorley had been pretty bad at masking them. His wolf preened.Mate. Love him. Good.
Gethin licked a broad stripe right over Sorley’s hole and his wolf preened again at the guttural groan his action produced. He did it again, then had to loop his arms around Sorley’s thighs to prevent him from moving. “You’re bloody wriggly,” he observed.
“Ever been rimmed? I challenge you to keep still, wolf.” The words came out terse, clipped, but Gethin smiled before diving back in. His sole focus was to make Sorley lose himself, and not only forget his hurt, but override it with the love and devotion Gethin wanted to show him could be his, if only Sorley would stop fighting him at every turn. He curled his tongue and stabbed at the tight furl, over and over, until finally the flesh gave a little and he slid inside.
“Oh fuuck…” Sorley uttered, and Gethin tightened his hold around his thighs to stop him slithering away. His own cock was so hard it hurt, but giving Sorley pleasure had him lit up like a flare, all his senses on overdrive as he felt the shifting of the vampire’s emotional state from vexation to yearning to outright lust. He stabbed with his tongue again, the heady smell of pre-cum dampening the sheet beneath them encouraging him to press deeper still.
Without pausing his loving assault on Sorley’s hole, Gethin fumbled around for the lube he’d stuck in his pocket in preparation. Locating it quickly, he slicked a finger, then withdrew his tongue, making Sorley curse.
“Patience really isn’t your forte, is it?” he noted gently, easing his finger in where his tongue had been. “But I won’t make you waittoomuch longer.” He added a second finger, pausing while Sorley adjusted to the intrusion, then rocking in and out at what he was sure was a maddeningly slow pace.
“Jesus fuckingChrist…”. Sorley whined and clawed at the bedding. Gethin bent his head once more and licked around his scissoring fingers. Sorley was panting now, his harsh huffs in time with his thrusts into the mattress. Gethin reached around carefully and fondled Sorley’s balls. They were tight and pulled up close to his body. He drizzled more lube over his digits and inserted a third finger, twisting them as he pushed in so he could rub the pads over Sorley’s gland.
The vampire’s thighs shook. The hand Gethin had on his lower back was barely needed now as Sorley clamped down hard on the fingers in his arse and shuddered his way through an orgasm that had him gasping Gethin’s name brokenly as he spilled over the sheets with a series of tortured moans.
Not giving Sorley time to school his expression to his usual nonchalance, Gethin quickly rolled him over, flipped Sorley’s legs over his shoulders, lined up his cock and pushed into Sorley’s tight heat. He couldn’t bite back his groan as Sorley’s body drew him in. “Fuck, you feel good.” He leaned forward. “You drive me crazy, boyo.” He dived on Sorley’s mouth, ravaging him with his tongue, teeth and lips.
Sorley’s eyelids fluttered, but didn’t open. He flung his arms wide and grimaced when his knuckles connected with the wet patch. “Urgh.”
“Urgh? That the best you got, sweetheart?” Gethin clenched his teeth and slowed down; getting Sorley off had taken him to the edge of his restraint and he’d need to dial it back a bit before he embarrassed himself by becoming a three-pump chump.
He sat up and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under Sorley’s hips. “You look so pretty impaled on my cock.”I’m so in love with you, I’m staggered I can speak in sentences.
Sorley blinked up at him. “I’m getting hard again.” He looked amazed. Gethin’s wolf howled triumphantly.Mate. Please him. More.
Gethin grinned. “So? You’re a vampire. Thought you were all about your supernatural talents being superior to everyone else’s. You gonna come again, paint your belly and mine with your cum? Show me how good it feels when I fuck you hard?” He swatted a bead of sweat from his temple and fixed his gaze on Sorley’s pale, hairless chest. “Pinch your nips. Hurt yourself.” When Sorley hesitated, he added, “You love a bite of pain. Do it. Make them pink and sore.”
His grey eyes widened, but Sorley merely nodded and did as he was told. He closed a thumb and forefinger over each of his pale brown nipples, teasing and pinching them as directed. His hips jerked and he whimpered. “Stings.”
“I know,” Gethin acknowledged. “But you like it. Pinch ’em harder. Make ’em rosy for me.”
Sorley flicked the hardened nubs with his fingernails. “Won’t…change colour,” he rasped. “Vampire, remember? Blood doesn’t…” He moaned again as he squeezed hard. “…doesn’t affect our bodies the same way as yours.” His eyes were glazed but he kept them focused on Gethin, his cock now fully erect and leaking onto his abdomen with every thrust of Gethin’s hips.
Oh, of course. Gethin could have kicked himself, but sue him, he was preoccupied with rocking the world of the most gorgeous man to ever exist. He smiled down at Sorley, trying without words to communicate everything he was feeling. Gah, he was close.
He steadied himself, changing the angle slightly, and wrapped one hand around Sorley’s cock. “Gonna come again for me, darling?” he crooned, knowing his own climax was hurtling towards the point of no return. Everything was condensing into a torrent of sensation. The tight grip Sorley’s arse had on his dick, the feel of his hard shaft against his palm, the visual of his beautiful mate coming apart on his cock, his gaze wild and unfiltered as he strafed his abused nipples to please Gethin. He could feel his balls were pulled up tight to his body, desperate to unload. But…he gritted his teeth…Sorley first.
Sorley tipped over the edge with a soundless cry, his eyes rolling back in his head. He clamped down almost savagely on Gethin’s cock, his own dick shooting all over his chest and Gethin’s fingers, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Seconds later Gethin followed him into the abyss with a relief that rattled his bones and blurred his vision as he emptied what felt like his very soul into Sorley. The pair trembled and shook; their combined climax seemed to transform the air around them. The absolute silence of the early morning felt like a living, breathing thing, cloaking them in its embrace like a lover, suspending them for a few moments from reality.
Eventually Gethin eased out of Sorley and dropped to the mattress beside him. “Fucking hell.”
“Uh huh.”
Gethin sniggered. Sorley flapped a hand against his thigh. “What?”
“Think it’s the first time I’ve pretty much rendered you speechless. Not sure if I should be worried.”
“Fuck off.” But he felt with his hand for Gethin’s, and when he found it, he laced their digits together, sticky with cum and lube, and exhaled a soft sigh.
They lay together that way for some time, silently, and in Gethin’s case wondering if this had been the breakthrough he hoped for. He couldn’t get a good read on Sorley just now. It was as if the orgasms had turned off his emotions like a tap. If anything, he’d say the vampire was numb. That concerned him. He would have to say something. But what? He ran options through his mind until it hit him. It was so obvious.I’ve never explicitly told him!His wolf grumbled.Tell him. Mate. Tell him now.
Gethin levered himself up on one elbow and peered down at this naked, dishevelled specimen of ultimate male beauty. Fresh wonder stole over him as he remembered how unlikely their first meeting had been. He reached over to cup Sorley’s cheek, saying tenderly,
“You do understand, don’t you? I won’t ever be like Dalziel. I won’t build up your expectations or give you ambiguous signals only to leave you. I want to be with you always. Forever.”
For the briefest second there was the tiniest glimmer of relief and acceptance on Sorley’s face that made his eyes glow with warmth. But before Gethin could continue, his jaw clenched under his fingers and Sorley’s gaze turned steely cold and hard. He jerked his head away, sitting up abruptly and shoving at Gethin’s chest in his haste to scramble from the bed. His snort was harsh and derisive as he stood, fists clenched, at the end of the bed, his hair ruffled and his eyes blazing.
