“Your colour is better. Are you sated now or would you like more?”
Gethin shook his head mutely. He couldfeelthe blood spreading through his body, pleasurable trickles of heat exploding through every cell. He was vaguely aware he had a hard-on, but he couldn’t look away from Dalziel’s compelling hazel eyes.
“Then clean your fangs and go upstairs with Sorley. Your mate needs you.” Dalziel’s fingers reached out and tightened in the hairs on the back of Gethin’s head, a physical reminder of who was in charge. “Be loyal to me, and love your mate, and I will tear the world apart to keep you safe. You’re mine now, Gethin Hughes, and I look after what’s mine.”
Gethin whimpered. This time he just nodded, overcome with a disturbing split-second urge to let Dalziel order him to do anything he required of him. The moment was fleeting because his wolf snarled softly, reminding him that he wasn’tonlya vampire and could think for himself, thank you.Although apparently he now loved Dalziel, in some fucked-up way he didn’t quite have the bandwith to deal with at the moment. It felt like being a child again, bowing to the commands of his alpha. But deconstructing his emotions around this could wait. His mate could not.
Taking Dalziel at his word, he fled with Sorley hot on his heels, flying up the staircase as if he had wings, arriving at Sorley’s bedroom door within seconds. He whipped his top over his head and was attacking the fly of his jeans before Sorley even had the door closed.
In a blur of flying fabric they were both naked and on the bed, hands and mouths clawing at each other as if they would only be satisfied if they could crawl inside the other. Simply being close and touching wasn’t enough. Gethin groaned and reached across the bed for the lube he knew Sorley kept in the drawer. He popped the lid and squeezed.
“Bugger.” A fountain of slippery liquid shot into the air between them and down his arm.
Sorley giggled. “Slow down, tiger. We don’t need that much.”
“Don’t know my own strength,” Gethin mumbled, but he was already shoving two wet fingers inside himself. “Oh my God, will youpleasefuck me or do I have to beg?” His nerve endings were screaming for release, and he swore his balls might literally burst from the intense pressure he could already feel building there.
Sorley flipped him over and boxed him in, leaning low over his spine and pinning him to the mattress. “I think I like this new you,” he growled into Gethin’s ear. “Feels like a definite upgrade.” He pulled Gethin’s fingers free and replaced them with three of his own. “I really dream of edging you until you beg, but I think it might be cruel tonight. You’re way too needy to play games with.” He rocked and twisted his digits, making Gethin cry out. “You like that, huh? Want my dick?”
“P-please. Now?” His skin was surely on fire, his need for relief was so great.
Sorley pushed into him in one long firm stroke. He swore under his breath. “Might be fast. Grab your cock and fuck your hand.”
He eased out then slammed back in again, making Gethin gasp. The bed creaked. Sorley chuckled. “Dalziel will kill me if I break one of his fancy antiques.” Gethin felt him shrug. “Eh, not a problem I really have to worry about seeing as I’m already dead.” He slammed in again with another chuckle that turned into a moan. “Jesus, your arse is tight. Can I bite you?”
“On my arse?”
“No, idiot. I’d prefer your neck but I can’t reach. Shoulder?” His hips didn’t stop, figure-eighting in a maddening rhythm that wasn’t going to be quite enough to bring Gethin to his peak.
Gethin nodded, then thought he’d better speak. “Do whatever you like with me, long as you make me come.” That sounded dangerously close to begging, but it didn’t matter. Getting off did.
Sorley hitched Gethin’s hips higher. The resulting change of angle almost sent him through the headboard. “Oh Godd…”
Sorley’s teeth clamped down, and there was a sudden bright spark of pleasure-pain. Gethin’s universe exploded in a shower of stars as the bite travelled through his system, electrifying him and supercharging his orgasm to the point it felt as if his whole body was coming. His cock erupted. His thighs shook as he shot pulse after pulse over the sheets, his vision whiting out completely.
Unable to control his limbs, he collapsed face down. He felt like he’d run a marathon in a heatwave, except even blown to smithereens he was still aware that his heart rate was barely raised, his lungs were calm, and he hadn’t broken a sweat. And being face down in a pillow stuffed with feathers wasn’t impeding his breathing.
“So weird.” He still couldn’t be arsed to move.
Sorley wrestled the pillow from under him. “What’s weird?”
“I’m not breathing, am I?” Gethin moved a fraction and peered at Sorley with one eye.
“No, you’re not. Or not unless you consciously decide to.” He inserted himself between Gethin and the mattress, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”
Am I okay?I get to love this man, in as many ways as a brain can dream up, for the rest of eternity, and he asks me if I’m okay?It didn’t matter that he wasn’t able to wrap his mind around eternity. He had Sorley. The rest was details.
“I am so much better than okay,” he assured him fervently. “But I might be a little bit drunk from that bite. High? Which is it? Goddammit, I didn’t know it was possible to come that hard.” He groped for Sorley’s hand. “Was it good for you too?”
“Oh yes.” Sorley’s voice was practically a purr. He snuggled closer to Gethin, apparently unconcerned about getting sticky. “You know, I used to think I was more of a bottom.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm. I mean, I know I’m a horny bitch who’ll fuck any which way when I’m full of fresh blood, and anyone who’s ever slept with me would say the same.” He sounded amused. “But before, given the choice when I was rational, I’d have said I preferred being on the passive end. Except it turns out I think perhaps Ilikeswitching it up.” He somehow insinuated his right leg underneath Gethin’s thigh and sighed happily. “You like it too, don’t you?” For once, there was no shred of doubt in his aura, just happy, replete confidence.
Gethin echoed his sigh. He knew it was early days in his transition, and likely as not he’d either fuck up, or have some kind of mental blip about the entire thing, but right now he was going to enjoy himself. “I do. Love it, that is. As long as I get to have naked times and orgasms with you, I don’t really care how we make that happen.”
He changed position so he could see all of the beautiful man lying beside him.
