Page 32 of Blades and Bone

He wanted to fuck him, sink his teeth into his shoulder and hold Hamish there until he was done. It took several steadying breaths before he was in control enough to hand Hamish the plug. “Please wash it ready for next time.”

Hamish didn’t argue, just grabbed some soap. “You don’t want to…you didn’t…”

He stepped in close, so Hamish felt the length of his cock against the curve of his ass and wrapped his hand around his throat. “Oh, I want to. Your performance was exquisite. I was very tempted to get you on your knees and give your mouth something else to do. But you lack control of your fangs.” He raked his fangs over Hamish’s trap, enjoying the way he sucked in a breath. “And I don’t want to fuck someone who is confused about what they want.” He lifted his hand from Hamish’s throat to his lips. “Don’t argue with me about it when you admitted it only minutes ago.”

The tension in Hamish’s body eased. “Then what?”

Brodie turned Hamish to face him. He was still clutching the plug like he wasn’t sure what to do. Brodie smoothed the tendrils of dark hair off his cheek and tucked them behind Hamish’s ear. “Then nothing. I can take care of myself. Tonight was an unplanned adventure where we both revealed more than intended.”

Hamish frowned. “So you’re not pissed?”

“At the mess, yes. At you, no. In fact, I would love a repeat another time.” He dragged his thumb over Hamish’s lower lip, catching his thumb on Hamish’s fangs so blood beaded. “Have a little, to heal the sunburn and settle your soul.”

“Then I will burn tomorrow.”

“If you are stupid enough to repeatedly go out in the sun and hurt yourself, I will step in. Please take care of yourself.”

Hamish nodded and licked Brodie’s thumb. He sucked, wanting more blood.

“Would you like to bite?”

Hamish glanced up at him. “Can I?”

Brodie offered his wrist, trusting that Hamish wasn’t going to tear out his artery. Yesterday’s bite was two shiny pink punctures, and Hamish bit next to them. A groan lodged in his throat at the pleasure of being bitten, and he resented his promise to be restrained as Hamish sucked the bite. Today there was no contest for who would bite the longest. He should have realized then exactly what Hamish would be like as a partner.

“Thank you,” Hamish said, licking a drop of blood off his lip. “Do you want some?”

He didn’t need it, but he wanted it. Hamish would taste so very sweet after coming three times. Brodie held his hand and stepped closer. He kissed just below his ear, traced over his pulse with his tongue, and dipped lower to where it was safe.

Hamish’s pulse was almost a quiver. He tilted his head before any demand, and Brodie sank his fangs into his skin. Hamish’s blood spilled over his tongue, and it was so tempting to press him against the tiles and fuck him. Pinned by fang and dick. Helpless.

He drew back, giving the bite a last kiss. “Very nice.”

His dick was throbbing, and he needed to get out of the shower.

Hamish cupped his jaw and kissed him…on the mouth.

It took a heartbeat before he responded, fangs scratching lips and tongue. Careless as if they didn’t care about making the other bleed. He reached between them and grabbed his dick, hand moving in rough jerks, unable to resist any longer. Hamish moaned, and his hand joined in, tipping Brodie over the edge.

Hamish swallowed his groan, and they remained there, leaning against each other with the water drumming on their skin. It was not what Brodie had expected or planned…

But then nothing was going to plan.

Chapter Sixteen

Garrick showed up the next morning with Hamish’s phone. He should not have been so excited to see either of them, as it felt like he now had his own secrets to keep. He’d spent several hours awake last night trying to figure out what it all meant, and why he just hadn’t apologized.

This morning everything had seemed normal…or as normal as things could be when he still didn’t know his husband very well, despite the fact he’d learned something yesterday. That he didn’t know what that something was exactly meant that it wasn’t particularly helpful.

Brodie had answered the door and let Garrick in, but seemed surprised to see him even though he didn’t say it. There was a tension that had been lacking when Garrick collected the phone. Were the talks not going well?

Was there another problem that he wasn’t deemed worthy of knowing?

And if he wasn’t worth enough to be told, why did he give a fuck?

“Shall I take that and get you set up?” Brodie held out his hand for the phone before Garrick had even passed it to Hamish.

Garrick smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I think Hamish might want to remove some personal photos before he hands over the phone.”