James lifted his head in my direction. “You’re not asleep?”
I slid over and planted my feet on the rug on James’ side of the bed. “I wanted to wait up for you. Did you have fun with Isher?”
He began divesting himself of his clothes. “I did. Oh my God, Eddie, his wings aregorgeous. They look like sparkly tissue paper or something, but they’re incredibly tough. He let me touch them. And he was really careful, ’cause of course the hedges aren’t as high now, but he flew. Fuckme, I wish I could do that. It’s mindblowing to think I know an actual faerie. A person from another realm. Like…” His chest hitched. His whisper came out rough. “I dunno, it feels like I’m starring in a storybook from junior school and how is this my life? Faeries are real, vampires and werewolves and witches are real. I could go mad if I let myself think about it too hard, you know?”
I tugged his almost naked form to stand between my thighs. “You’re quite magical enough in your own way,” I assured him, cupping his buttocks and placing soft kisses over his pecs. “The first time I drank your blood, I damn near swooned. I’ve never tasted anything so good. Now I’m wondering if it’s your Fae genes that drew me to you so strongly. Like, maybe I couldn’t find love before because someone fully human wasn’t right for me. Don’t ever think you’re not special though, because you are, and you are perfect for me.”
James blinked hard. “You’re not just saying that because of my blood, are you?” It came out in a tentative whisper.
“Absolutely the fuck not! Don’t ever doubt I want all of you.”I have no idea exactlywhyI’m addicted to you, baby, but I’m not letting you worry about this.
I ducked my head, sucked his left nipple into my mouth, and pulled. He gasped. “Quick reminder never to call shifters werewolves in their hearing. They get a bit snotty about it.”
“Okay,” he panted. “Do that again?”
I mouthed his other nipple, drawing a low moan from him. “You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you, love?” He toppled against me, holding himself upright with his hands braced on my shoulders as I swapped from left to right and back again, my dick hardening with every soft utterance that crawled past his throat.
He managed to squeak out, “Trace is human and you like him too, so your theory’s a bit ropey… Ahh, Eddie…”
I stopped my assault on his chest and pulled him down to sit astride me. “Good point about Trace, but he is at least magical, so maybe that’s why.” I pinched both his nipples at the same time and felt my desire for this man soar yet again as he arched his back and ground against me. “You’re such a dirty boy. You’re leaking a puddle into your boxers, aren’t you?”
“Oh God,” he whined. “How did you know?”
“I can smell your arousal from a mile away. When you’re sitting on top of me and your scent surrounds me, it’s all I can do not to rip your underwear off and suck you down until you scream my name.”
His whole body shuddered. “Christ.”
“Would you let me blow you, baby?” I held very still to read his body language. I didn’t want him saying one thing to please me if his mind wasn’t on board.
He rested his head on my shoulder. “Yes,” he said on a barely-there breath.
“Seriously? You really want that?”
“Please, Eddie, suck my cock.”
My heart in my throat, I lowered him to the mattress like he was made of glass. Slender and pale, he was the embodiment of every dream I’d not known I’d been missing until he’d exploded into my life, battered and bruised at the hands of one of my species, but somehow able to find it in him to trust me, another vampire, to care for him and to give him what he needed. I still had to double-check. “You’re certain you want this?”
“I’m sick of doubting myself,” he said staunchly, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I want you and I want your mouth on me. Please.”
“Do as the man asks, Eddie.” Trace’s voice was rough with sleep, but he sounded amused. “Don’t make him beg. That’s my job when I’ve got you in my clutches.”
James giggled. “Did we wake you? Sorry.”
“I’m not. Is it okay if I watch?”
This time, James’ moan was a broken, needy thing. “Oh God…”
“Is that a yes, love?” I could see the mounting colour in his cheeks, but I had to be certain it was only arousal and not fear. I usually trusted my vampire senses, but I would always check and check again when it came to consent with James.
He nodded, taut and sharp. “Yess.” A second later, soft light flooded the room as Trace clicked on the bedside lamp.
I peeled James’ boxers down and chucked them on the floor, then pulled his legs apart and positioned myself between them. His cock reared up, ruddy and proud. I could sense Trace’s eyes on us both as he turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, but I ignored him. Only James mattered right at this moment.
“Do you like your balls sucked?” I asked him.
“Don’t know.” Ahh, of course not. He’d not had any loving encounters with men before me.
“Anything you don’t like, just say stop. Or pull my hair. I’ll watch you,” I promised.
