Took had the notion that just because he got to fuck Madoc, that didn’t mean he was the one in charge. He would have complained, but the clip of order in Madoc’s voice latched on to that dark pleasure that still lodged in his spine….
He swallowed hard and did as he was told. The mattress gave under his knees as he sat up, and his cock protested the sudden lack of attention. It was smeared with black blood, slick and shiny against tight skin, and Took felt….
A faded revulsion that poked at the back of his brain, and a hot tremble of raw hunger that made him ignore it. He could worry about what that all meant later.
Madoc crawled into Took’s lap and straddled him. His cock pressed hard against Took’s as he leaned in for a kiss, one hand cupped around the nape of Took’s neck. His mouth slashed down on Took’s in a kiss that bruised lips and scraped teeth. The care he’d taken earlier was gone, and he laid his tongue open against Took’s fangs.
Instinct made Took recoil. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
Madoc’s hand tightened on the back of his neck. “Don’t be.” This time the kiss was slow and wet, a spill of blood into Took’s mouth that was sweet and sharp as honey whiskey. It coated his tongue and slid down his throat, the back-of-the-throat parch that he’d gotten used to suddenly quenched.
He groaned in the back of his throat and gripped Madoc’s ass in both hands to pull him closer. The need to be in Madoc made him ache, the muscles in his jaw and thighs clenched and ready. He couldn’t resist the pale, taut line of Madoc’s throat, and from Madoc’s jaw to his collarbone, he chewed bruised kisses that faded even as he bit. It frustrated something in the pit of his soul thatwantedto leave a mark. What was the point of fangs, it wanted to know, if he didn’t bite down, pierce the film of skin, and drink it dry. The need was a thick, heady compulsion—lust with an edge of violence—and it would have scared him if Madoc had left any room for it. Instead he mouthed encouragement between kisses, his voice more smoke than silk as lust roughed his words, and ground himself hard against Took’s stomach.
Pleasure twisted in on itself until it was almost an ache, and the need caught at his balls and the back of his tongue like hooks.
“God, please,” Took whimpered as he dragged his mouth away from Madoc’s spit-slick neck, the hunger formoreof him—all of him—held back by wire and will. “I can’t….”
Madoc laughed, low and smug and satisfied, as he reached down between their bodies to grab Took’s cock. He dragged his fist down from head to root in a slow, tight stroke.
“Really, I think you can,” he rasped. “Now fuck me before I change my mind and bend you over the desk.”
Took shuddered as the temptation of that clenched from his balls back along his taint to his ass. It was hardly a bad alternative, but Madoc was already in his lap, and if Took wasn’t going to bite him, he needed to be inside somehow.
Took gripped Madoc’s lean hips and hitched him up off his thighs. The thought of protection or lube flicked briefly through his head, but Madoc had already shifted his grip on Took’s cock. The quick squeeze of his fingers around the base scattered everything in Took’s head. Madoc grazed a kiss over the corner of Took’s mouth and down his jaw.
“I’m going to bite you,” he said reasonably as he lowered himself onto Took’s cock. Pressure ached down the length of his cock as the head nudged against Madoc’s asshole, blood slick and slippery against the tight entrance. The throb in Took’s balls as his cock pushed past the tight seal drowned out the quick, sour rush of panic that filled his skull. Nearly. His hand flexed nervously against Madoc’s hip, and a clot of words caught on his tongue, although he didn’t know if they were consent or not. Madoc slid his hands down Took’s back in a slow caress that ended at his ass. “Do you trust me?”
That was the question, wasn’t it?No. Yes. Sometimes.
But the confusion of answers in his brain didn’t slow down the quick “Yeah,” that tripped off his tongue.
“Good.”
The teeth pinched at first, so sharp it took Took’s nerves a second to catch up and scream pain back down the relay to his brain. He hitched his breath in, ready to protest, but Madoc pushed his ass down against Took’s cock at the same time. The tight grip of it sent cramps of pleasure down the length of the shaft to clench tight as a knot in his balls.
By the time his brain remembered the teeth, the sharp pain had peaked and spilled over into something like pleasure. Instead of the battery-acid sting he expected, that heremembered,the curse spilled into him like poison-laced wine. It felt like warmth in his cold veins and spread a slow, sweet pleasure under his skin.
Took flexed his fingers around Madoc’s hips and felt the appreciative purr against—under—his skin. He pulled Madoc down onto his cock and the tight grip of muscle flexed around him as he slid deeper. Pleasure pulsed and tightened in his balls as Madoc’s ass pressed flat against his hips.
He held him there for a second and then let Madoc lift himself up. The air of the room felt hot against his cock as it slid out of Madoc. Cool fingers clenched around Took’s ass, dug down into the muscle as Madoc thrust down again and Took rolled his hips up to meet him. The slow build of pressure banked low in Took’s stomach, a heaviness in his balls and weariness in his tight thighs as Madoc moved on top of him. The cool grip of his ass as Took buried himself in it pushed against the hot pressure of fangs as Madoc worried himself deeper.
Had it felt this good when whoever turned him ripped the veins in his throat or his arms? If it was, he shuddered away from the idea. He didn’t want to know.
Despite the flicker of doubt, he couldn’t help the whine of disappointment as Madoc finally unlatched from his throat. It felt… unfinished, like something had been left blue-balled and undone.
Blue-fanged, he supposed.
Madoc sat back, his ass against Took’s thighs and Took’s cock buried in his ass, and braced his hands against Took’s shoulders. He flexed his fingers around the heavy slope of muscle and shoved Took back down onto the bed. Took sprawled backward, sticky with blood and come, and kicked his legs awkwardly out from under him.
Madoc leaned over him, shoulders tight as he put his weight on his arms and studied Took thoughtfully. “Next time, it’s your turn,” he said. “Fair’s fair.”
Fang or fuck, Took wondered. Or did it matter?
Madoc dipped down for a quick, rough slant of a kiss, the taste of mingled blood odd and salty on his tongue. It pinned Took’s mind in the here and now, in the taste of Madoc’s mouth and the roll of his hips as he drove himself down onto Took’s cock with quick, rough thrusts. Took grazed his hands up lean thighs, the muscles under that pale skin hard as bone, to the rigid jut of his cock. Before he could do anything Madoc caught his hands and pulled them away.
“Later,” he said through clenched teeth. “I want to pay attention.”
He rocked faster against Took, and Took obligingly bucked his hips up into each stroke. The undead, even dhampir, didn’t sweat, but they did groan and bite their lower lip hard enough to draw blood when a cock bumped their prostate.
