“It’ll hurt,” Roger said, his voice a cool caress against Zack’s skin.
“I know.” Zack licked his lips. “I’m ready for it.”
Roger stroked Zack’s skin, seemingly idly, but his focus said the movements were calculated. He adjusted Zack’s leg, and Zack shifted his weight to accommodate the new position easier. Anatomy lessons flickered through Zack’s mind. There were some important arteries and veins in the area that Roger wasassessing. If he bit in the wrong place … Zack lost his breath as Roger opened his mouth, upper and lower fangs on full display.
Then Roger’s grip turned into an icy vise, and he bit Zack’s inner mid-thigh. The jolt of pain drew a low groan out of Zack, but the low burn was nothing like the injuries he’d sustained in combat. This was intense in a different way he had trouble figuring out. Because pain wasn’t supposed to be something he liked, but this … this felt good.
Roger’s fangs only remained in his skin for a moment. As soon as the wound was made, Roger latched his mouth around it. His fangs still pressed against tender flesh, but they didn’t slice into Zack again. Blood was spilling, and Roger was drinking it down.
And feeling him suck and draw the blood only made Zack harder. He’d gotten glimpses the few times Roger had drank from his wrists, but not a view like this. The ache in his leg was nothing compared to the sheer hotness that was having Roger drinktherefromhim. Zack leaned up a little and took the ponytail out of Roger’s hair so he could run his fingers through his dark locks and hold on to him.
With that light touch, he could feel Roger swallowing. Shame tried to rear its ugly head, but Roger moaned, and that vibrated through his leg and up through his groin.
“Hurry up so you can fuck me,” Zack groaned. He tried to press up against Roger, only Roger had his leg locked in place against the counter. With a whimper, he added, “Please, Roger.”
Roger lapped at the wound, his tongue warmer than it had been, before he leaned back to gaze up at Zack. His eyes were fading from red into brown again, and he had a heart-melting smile on his lips, even if they did have a smidge of Zack’s blood making them a brighter red. Quickly, he licked his lips clean of the blood. He stood with a fluid grace that Zack felt through the way he had his hand in Roger’s hair.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Roger murmured. He picked Zack up in his arms and left behind the towel.
Zack grabbed at the bottles, knocking things aside until his hand landed on the lubricant. Roger chuckled against his cheek. A flash of warmth moved through Zack, but there was nothing spiteful in Roger’s laugh. Only happiness.I make him happy.Zack held on tightly, wrapping his legs and arms around Roger as he was carried, and kissed Roger’s cheeks and jaw.
They landed on the bed together. The bite wound smarted, but Zack was too busy undoing the buttons of Roger’s silk shirt to give a damn. Chest to chest felt good; Roger’s lube-covered fingers in his hole were even better.
Roger’s dick was always cool to the touch, and somehow, that chillness in his touch was pure bliss inside Zack. In a few long thrusts, he was deeper and deeper in. Zack locked his right, uninjured leg around Roger’s waist so he could feel every movement.
“Harder,” Zack panted. “Harder.” And he kept saying it with every breath until Roger was rocking him with every thrust, until their eyes locked and Roger’s brown eyes burned bright red with want.
All of that was forhim.Because ofhim. He’d managed to turn Roger on. And for the first time, the power of that coiled in him and banished the shame and the doubts. He’d want what he wanted.
Still bouncing to every thrust slamming into the place that drove him toward ecstasy, he needed more. Longed for somethingmore. He held his wrist against Roger’s mouth.
The guttural moan that slipped out of Roger as he opened his mouth nearly made Zack come. Anticipation made him hold out.
Then, Roger bit his wrist.
Pain morphed to pleasure and redoubled as Roger rocked against his prostate, and Zack was floating. Bright whitebloomed into pure darkness as he poured out of himself and was a joy without form. Dimly, his body tried to inform his spirit of the slight shifts, of Roger’s moans and cool come. Instead of caring, he drifted.
Eventually, the fuzzy feeling started to fade. He … he’d been in the shower again. With Roger, who’d cleaned him up. Now Roger was … was taping a bandage around his wrist.
Roger grinned at him, relief in his eyes. “I was beginning to think I’d have to leave you here for the night.”
“No,” Zack said, the word a mouthful.
Roger brushed Zack’s hair back and frowned in concern. “Actually, I probably should.”
Zack caught his hand and held on tight. Reality was driving the fuzziness away. “It’s an hour drive to the Chateau. I’ll be fine by then. Promise.”
“At least that was a couple complete sentences I could understand.” Roger leaned in and kissed Zack’s temple. “Are you sure?”
Zack nuzzled Roger and drank in his scent. Besides the shower, he smelled of dirt and ocean. He hung on to Roger’s purple silk shirt—apparently, he’d gotten dressed before coming back for Zack—and rubbed one of the buttons. “My head’s clearing, and I’m not aching too bad.”
“All right. I’ve dressed your wounds.” Roger pulled away from him. “Stand for me.”
Zack did, managing not to wobble. Roger relaxed, his shoulders loosening, and he nodded at the bedroom. Zack walked out to it and spotted an outfit laid out on the bed for him. A dark purple fishnet shirt and a pair of shiny black biker shorts were at the end of the bed, while a pair of black boots and a pair of socks were on the floor beside it.
“You forgot the collar,” Zack murmured. He went to the dresser, where his collars were laid out like prizes. He picked upthe onyx, which was beside his thin silver bracelet. No more than an eighth of an inch thick, he ought to get away with wearing the bracelet. He held it up. “And you’re hovering. Why are you hovering?”
Roger kissed his cheek and plucked the collar from his hand. He fastened it around Zack’s neck while Zack put on the silver bracelet. “Because you let me drink from a new place and then offered your wrist at climax. You’ve never done that before.”
