Page 44 of Nightshade

Still, he didn’t say a word. Seemed to understand as much as I did that silence was imperative. He reached a hand out toward me, and I went to him.

His smile was sunshine even in the dark, though it was small and a little sad. I ignored that and crawled my way onto the bed and across to him. Then I lifted his hand to my lips, kissing his wrist.

When I met his eye again, there was a question on his face. In answer, I lifted my own wrist toward him. He knew I’d liked it. Or maybe he’d just been trying to piss off Viktor. Either way, I wasn’t going to try to hide it. I did fucking like it. It was hot. And vampires wouldn’t have been the stars of so many romances if I were the only one who thought so, would they?

He took my hand in his, this time so much more softly and reverently than before. Like I was offering him something more than just sustenance.

And I supposed I was.

The bite wasn’t tentative or timid, and just like the previous time, the sensation shot through me like an electric jolt. My dick was the first part to take note, because dammit, it was fucking hot.

I tried to breathe steadily, but it became harder and harder. Just like my cock.

This time, though, Altair met my eye. He’d been holding my wrist to his mouth with both hands, but now he let one of them fall away. Gently, he reached down to run his palm over the front of my sleep pants. My aching cock, that hardened even further under his soft ministrations.

I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning aloud, but we had to keep quiet if we didn’t want to add my annoying brother to this equation. And I definitely did not.

I considered our position, though. For years, Altair had been held by the witches, who took and took and never considered giving anything. Yes, that meant my offering blood was immediately different, but I didn’t just want to be different in one way. I wanted to be their opposite.

So when he pulled his fangs out of my wrist, leaving me just a tiny bit unsteady, I took that opportunity to fall back onto the bed on my back. Then I reached for him, but didn’t move him without his permission. If he wanted me, then he could have me, but I wasn’t going to demand what wasn’t on offer.

Altair had no such hesitation. Apparently, if I was on offer, he was taking.

The moment I held my hands out as though to accept him, he climbed right on top of me, something fierce and passionate in his eyes as he settled his ass right on top of my dick, wriggling around a bit to find a position he liked. Or maybe to torment me a bit, given the wicked grin he offered at my stifled moan.

The snoring in Viktor’s room broke for a moment, and I held up a hand, listening for it to resume. When it did, I dropped my hand. He looked amused, but didn’t make a noise. He leaned all the way down, till his lips were pressed right against my ear. “Nervous?”

“Not at all,” I answered back, and I hoped he could feel the sincerity in it. I wasn’t frightened of Altair in the least. Sure, because I was in my own home surrounded by people who would die to protect me, but also . . . because I simply wasn’t afraid of Altair. He’d shared too much of himself, been too open and too caring for him to only be interested in getting me alone and draining me dry.

Unless he was looking for a rather different way to drain me.

He grinned again, then slid downward, yanking my sleep pants with him as he went, then tossing them carelessly to the end of the bed before sitting across my shins and staring at my cock like it was a brand-new thing. Well, I supposed it kind of was. Maybe he’d seen a cock before, but it hadn’t been mine. However it might compare to others he’d seen, he appeared pleased enough with it.

Especially since a moment later, he was diving down to suck it into his mouth. I wondered for a moment if he’d bite me there, but instead, he grazed it lightly with his teeth. A tease. Not really a threat, because he knew. He knew I thought him biting was hot as hell, so he was using that to his advantage.

Smart man.

But then he just sucked me down, all the way to the root, and I had to shove my own wrist in my mouth to keep from making any noise. Fuck, how was it possible for anyone to be so good at that? I breathed hard and fast into the back of my wrist, trying not to let out so much as a peep, but he just kept going. Kept sucking, licking, and . . . oh fuck, he didn’t need to breathe. He could just keep that up indefinitely.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I tapped his shoulder, hard and fast, trying to let him know without words that I wasn’t going to last if he kept going like that. He seemed to understand, because slowly, he pulled off me.

Fuck me, he was so beautiful. His hair hung around his face like a dark halo, and his grin was lascivious, almost decadent, as he stripped out of the sweats he’d borrowed from me, tossing them to either side before resettling himself on top of me again. He reached behind himself, and I desperately wanted to be on the other side of the room, so I could see his own nimble fingers slide inside his hole, prepping him for . . .

And there it was. He took just a few moments to stretch himself open before he started sliding down onto my cock, nothing to slick the way but his own saliva, and it was obscenely perfect. The tight muscle, the smooth glide, the slow, inexorable way he just kept going, inch by inch, until he was seated fully on my cock.

Then he squeezed, and I almost died right then and there, my vision whiting out for a moment at the sheer perfection of it all.

He grabbed my hands in his, and shoved them hard into the bed, like maybe he needed that reminder of who was in charge. I didn’t push back even a little, because I was perfectly happy with him taking control. I didn’t need to be the boss of him.

All I ever needed was his ass, squeezing my cock like his life depended on it. Then he started bouncing on it, and I thought that might be the end for me. Nothing would ever be so incredible again.

Nothing could ever compare.

He rode me in silence, nothing but my ragged breath to punctuate the slide of skin on skin, as my whole being seemed to churn and boil right there in my own bed. It was all I could do not to shift and run, because the sensation was so fucking much I could barely handle it.

He started to breathe too, in short, sharp gasps, his eyes snapping shut, and his hand lowered to stroke his cock with quick motions. It was only a few more seconds until he started to spill over my chest, his whole body heaving with the orgasm. He clapped his own hand over his mouth to keep from crying out, but I couldn’t be bothered to worry about that anymore.