“What’s your name, cutie?”
“Anil.” It was barely above a whisper, but his scent couldn’t lie. Anil was fuckinghotfor this.
Gethin crooked a finger. Anil stepped closer. Gethin grinned, aware he probably looked fucking terrifying to a human, but unable to stop the rush he felt as a wave of excited apprehension leeching from the kid’s pores tumbled over him. His wolf nodded in approval.Eager to please. Obedient.
Mentally hushing his wolf, who wasn’t wrong but,hello, timing,Gethin carefully clasped Anil’s cheek and leaned in to sniff him. “You want me to feed from you, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips against the lad’s ear. Seductive, deadly,so much fun.
Anil’s breathless moan of, “Oh God,” was accompanied by a vigorous jerk of his head. Then, “Just don’t tell anyone, please.”
“Tell them what, baby?” Gethin knew he was sinking deep into this, but it felt so right.
“That I’m gay.”
It was so far from what Gethin expected, he did a double take. “Sweetie, I’m going to drink your blood. I’m not going to fuck you.” Although, had he not been in love with Sorley, he knew he absolutely would have done with the slightest encouragement. Instead, he attempted to look stern. “You’re a bit on the young side for me, boyo.”
Anil drooped a bit, but perked straight back up when Alec whispered in his other ear. Gethin had a good feeling how the night was going to end for those two. He didn’t have to wait for his blood either; Anil, evidently keen to get nasty with Alec, shrugged out of his thin jacket and held out his arms, which shook slightly.
“Which one’s best?”
“Mon Dieu, you’re adorable,” Alec muttered as he slid up behind Anil to wrap two firm arms around his waist.
Gethin took a more modest amount this time, keeping an eye on Sorley as he drank to see his signal to stop. Anil’s blood tasted different to Mark’s, but it was just as warm and rich on his tongue. Gethin was almost,almost,reconsidering his stance on his donor being too young for any kind of romp when his wolf said simply,mate.
His erection an iron bar against the fly of his new jeans, Gethin groaned, but licked the wound on Anil’s arm back together and gathered his scattered wits.
Grasping the boy’s chin, he bent down to stare him right in the eyes. “You will forget you ever met me. You will remember nothing of our encounter.” He caught Alec’s stunned nod of approval and continued, “You bumped into Alec and decided to have some fun with him. He is the only man you met tonight.”
Blinking, he stepped away and into Sorley’s embrace. “I’m so hard, I’m in danger of coming in my pants if you so much as breathe on me,” he uttered in a harsh whisper.
Marlowe, who had been lingering in the shadows a car length away, coughed loudly. “There’s a pub at the far end of the centre. I’m going to grab a pint. Text me when you’re all done.” He sped off, a cloud of mortified lust trailing behind him.
Alec disappeared with Anil. Sorley dropped to his knees in the dark and mouthed Gethin’s hard-on over the denim. “Don’t you dare come until it’s down my throat,” he said, his voice strangled with lust.
They went at it fast and hard, Gethin not holding back as he knew Sorley could take it. Blissful relief set his synapses sparking and he came down Sorley’s throat with an almost soundless sob of ecstasy.
On autopilot, he hauled Sorley to his feet to return the favour. As he wrapped his hand around Sorley’s pulsing cock, Sorley rasped, “You were so sexy, drawing that boy in with your vampire allure. Really got me hot and bothered.”
Gethin scraped his fangs over Sorley’s neck, soaking up the noises his action triggered. “I knew I was doing it, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.” He wasn’t overly bothered by this new awareness: he could flirt like a champ knowing he belonged only to his mate.
“Is that what you call it, allure?” He halted his caresses, spat into his hand, then continued. “Thought you’d be too busy focusing on coming to discuss vampire nature. I’m obviously not trying hard enough.” He slipped a finger into Sorley’s mouth. “Suck.”
When he wiggled the same finger down the back of Sorley’s jeans and circled Sorley’s rim, he whined. “More.”
“We don’t have any lube.”
“Don’t care. Do it.”
Gethin took him flying, Sorley choking on his harsh sobs as his orgasm made him shake in Gethin’s arms. They kissed, sweetly, then Sorley smiled up at Gethin. “At some point, we might have to discuss your ability to use thrall without any preparation. If I didn’t love you so much, I might be a bit scared of you.”
Gethin chuckled. Then he partially shifted, allowing his wolf claws to shoot from his fingertips, and his vampire fangs to slide down. “Oh, you should be scared, baby.”
Laughing, they tidied themselves up as best they could, then Sorley suggested they should probably rescue Marlowe from the pub.
They ordered drinks and waited with the mage until they finally heard back from Edwin, and then Alec, before meeting up back at the car for the drive back to the flat. Marlowe had cheered up considerably with a couple of drinks inside him, and was merrily berating the rest of them for having abandoned him to get their sexual kicks.
As they locked the SUV and headed up the path to the flat, all three of the senior vampires stopped dead. Gethin’s wolf whined. He glanced at Marlowe and raised his eyebrows. There was something definitely wrong but his signals were scrambled and neither his wolf nor his vampire could pinpoint the problem. Marlowe gave him a look that said, “I have no idea.”
Alec, his nostrils flared and his eyes wary, mouthed, “Vampire.” Then he held his hands up, palms upwards. “I think.”
