by Ella Frank
You will stay here. Do not try to leave or you will regret it.
The voice in his head was the same as it had always been, but there was a certain edge to it now. One he hadn’t heard from Alasdair since the first night they’d met. It both frightened and excited him.
“Tonight’s the night, isn’t it? You’re actually going to do it. Kill me.”
It wasn’t a question, which was probably for the best. Because what he got in response wasn’t an answer but a clear declaration of fact.
“Yes. I am.”
ALASDAIR BACKED AWAY from Leo before he did something stupid. Stupid as in tear his clothes off and fuck him against the bathroom wall.
When Leo had barged into Thanos’s room earlier, Alasdair had thought he’d imagined him. He’d been thinking of him, and then, like some kind of warped apparition, he’d appeared. But when Vasilios and the others had also noticed him, Alasdair had known he was real.
Real and about to be very dead if he hadn’t been able to hold Vasilios off.
As soon as Leo had fled the room, Alasdair’s mind had gone into overdrive trying to think of ways to stave off the homicidal urge coursing through his sire. His best bet, as far as he’d seen, had been the promise to do it himself.
Leo was a threat to him and everyone he knew, but the thought of being the one to end his life troubled Alasdair more than he cared to admit. He’d pushed that aside, though, and swore to Vasilios that, by dawn, Leonidas Chapel would be dead.
“I know you don’t want to do this.”
Leo’s voice cut into his thoughts, and the conviction in those words would’ve amused him several days ago. But the truth of the matter was, Leo was right—he didn’t want to do this.
Two hands on his back shoved at him, trying to get some kind of a reaction. Alasdair was too quick for him, though, and he pivoted to grasp one of Leo’s wrists. He yanked Leo inside the shower with him, and the wet material of his clothes stuck to Alasdair’s naked chest, cock, and thighs. Then Alasdair closed his eyes and brought Leo’s arm up to his nose to take the scent of him deep into his lungs.
As appealing as ever, Leo’s blood called to him, and Alasdair rubbed his shaft over the soaked fabric of Leo’s pants. He’d wanted this man since the first night he’d seen him, and Alasdair wasn’t sure if that was due to who Leo was or what he was—and that galled him as much as his inability to let him go.
The rapid pounding of Leo’s heart was steady and strong, and it made him long to taste the blood pulsing through his veins. But that urge would get him killed, and he happened to be fond of his immortality, which, up until recently, he’d never thought to question.
“If you were going to kill me,” Leo whispered, “you would’ve done it already.”
Alasdair muscled him back to the wall of the tiled shower. Leo’s ass hit it first and then his shoulder blades before he lifted his head and his light eyes collided with his.
“I’m biding my time,” he said. “I have until dawn.” Then he watched in fascination as Leo’s tongue came out to swipe at the moisture that’d gathered on his lower lip.
“Until dawn?” Leo asked, and Alasdair found the tremble in his voice extremely arousing. “Then what? You turn into a pumpkin?”
Leaning in until their noses touched, Alasdair whispered, “No. Then, if I don’t do it, Vasilios will.”
When Leo’s mouth fell open, Alasdair knew he was done denying his hunger—the sexual one, anyway. If he only had until dawn, then he was going to take Leo any way he could get him.
He swooped in and pressed their lips together. When Leo’s hands clutched at his biceps, Alasdair thought he was about to push him away, but he didn’t. He groaned into his mouth instead and bucked his hips forward.
Yes. Let me in, Leonidas, he shoved into Leo’s head, and once Leo’s eyes had shut and he’d replied, Yes, Alasdair thrust his tongue between his lips.
LEO WAITED FOR that inevitable moment when the light would come. When a memory would hit and he would be torn away from the sinful pleasure of Alasdair devouring his mouth. But when nothing happened, he pushed aside past experiences, forgot what he’d been told of his future, and held on to the muscles pressing him against the tiles here and now.
It felt unbelievable to be at the mercy of this male. Alasdair’s body was like granite. Literally hard as a stone all over, and just as cool. His hair was slicked back off his face, and the water sluiced from his dark head over his high cheekbones to trail down his neck. He was stunning, and even if he was the angel of death calling on him this final night of his life, Leo couldn’t find it in him to care.
When Alasdair took a step back and lifted his head, his fangs appeared, and all Leo could think was, deadly…he’s so fucking deadly, but so damn hot. He stepped forward from the wall, determined to touch what would inevitably kill him. He wanted to trace the polished surfaces of his canines and then run the pad of his finger over the pointed tips.
The growl that rumbled from Alasdair’s throat made Leo aware that he was just fine with the idea running through his mind.
As he continued making his way towards him, he thought, Yeah, come on, Alasdair. I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.
He’d decided to go with what he was feeling. And right now, he was aroused and fascinated with the male watching him.
As Alasdair ran his tongue along his teeth, Leo’s hardened cock wept. Alasdair’s eyes lit up like someone had flicked on a switch, and Leo had to clench his hands into fists by his sides. This beast of a man was focused entirely on him, and the light-headed rush he got from that was a high unlike he’d ever experienced.
Alasdair had been right. When under his spell, a person wouldn’t mind being hooked up and fucked up by him.
Leo let his eyes trail down the tense vampire, and when he reached Alasdair’s stiff erection, he couldn’t help pressing a palm to his own dick.
What the hell. You only live once…right?
“If I’m to die in the morning,” Leo said, taking another step until the water was hitting them both. “I want you to take me as you would your,”—What did they call it again? Ah yes— “yielding for the night. The kind with the handcuff. Not the collar.”
Alasdair shook his head, and Leo knew that his meaning had gotten through. Then the vampire backed up faster than Leo had expected.
“No.”
“Yes,” he said, empowered by the conflict warring on Alasdair’s face.
“No. And I don’t have to wait until dawn to do what must be done. So do not mistake me for the bargaining kind.”
Leo reached for his shirt and pulled it from his pants, the soaked material peeling away from his skin. “Then why wait?”
“Leonidas—”
“Yes, Alasdair?” It was strange. The more confidence he showed, the more it seemed as if doubt were creeping into Alasdair’s mind. And Leo knew why. He didn’t trust himself around him. He didn’t trust himself to be able to resist the urge to feed.
“Ti mou kanis? I should just end it now,” Alasdair said, his eyes narrowing on him, and as Leo unbuttoned his jeans he nodded in agreement.
“You could. Or you could fuck me like you have been wanting to since you first saw me. Se thelo tora. I’m not stupid. In fact, I’m extremely smart. Do you think I don’t know you want it as much as I do—”
Before another word could leave his mouth, Alasdair gripped his shoulders, and Leo suddenly found himself naked and back in the bedroom they’d vacated, flat on his back in that massive bed.
“Well, that’s handy. You even dried me off.”
When Alasdair lowered his head, Leo shut his mouth. The tip of Alasdair’s tongue touched the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and then he nuzzled his nose into the crook and inhaled.
“You are right, file mou. I’ve never wanted to feed from someone as much as I want to from you.” The confession was tormented as Alasdair’s nose brushed up his neck, and when a fang grazed his lobe, Leo arched his head away, giving Alasd
air a view of what he wanted most. “But you will not fool me. I may want to taste you, but I remember what happened the last time I sank my teeth into your neck. So perhaps you are right.” He pressed his entire weight against him, and every muscle, including that thick erection, aligned with his. “I will sink my cock inside you instead.”
ALASDAIR ROCKED HIS hips over Leo’s, and when he groaned and arched his body up, he moved down to nip at his shoulder.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? I can smell it on you now. Your arousal, it’s delectable.”
“Oh fuck,” Leo moaned, but the sound was muffled.
Alasdair lifted his head and gazed down into the lust-filled eyes staring back at him. “What was that?”
Leo punched his hips back up with more force, and this time his words were crystal clear. “I said, ‘Oh fuck.’”
The powerful arousal mixing with Leo’s natural scent made Alasdair’s hunger intensify, and he snarled like a wild dog at the pissed tone of Leo’s curse.
“How very true. We’re so fucked. But it’s too late to turn back now,” he admitted, and then he let go to kneel between Leo’s legs.
When Leo spread his naked thighs farther apart for him, Alasdair fisted his cock as he took in the feast splayed out on his bed. Then he reminded himself not to get used to it. It could only be this once. Just this night. And the only craving that would be satisfied was the one he was currently stroking. Not the one in the pit of his stomach.
Alasdair knew the only way he could do this was to keep Leo’s hands off him, so he shifted down and pinned the man’s hands over his head. Then he grazed the entire length of his body against the writhing one under him.
“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and when you finally close your eyes, you will welcome the relief I will give to you,” he promised.
Leo’s eyes flashed at him, and the fire Alasdair saw there made him want to pound him into the mattress. He had to give the man points—he was always courageous, even when faced with his own demise.
Then Leo wrapped his legs around his waist and replied, “Let’s deal with that in the—”
Alasdair didn’t let him finish. He was done listening. And instead, he crushed their mouths together.
GODDAMN IT ALASDAIR can kiss, Leo thought as his tongue tangled with the sexy-as-fuck vampire’s. He thrust and tangled with him, playful and forceful at the same time, and when Leo lifted his head from the pillow to get a better taste, one of Alasdair’s hands came under his head to hold him in place.
Leo sucked on his tongue, reveling in the deep moan that left the male weighing him down. The unreal pressure of Alasdair over him gave him something to rub his dick on as it made a sticky trail all over Alasdair’s taut stomach.
When Alasdair removed his other hand to crowd down over him, Leo had no choice but to lie still as his dark angel trapped him against the bed. Alasdair’s eyes glowed back at him before he dragged a tongue along his jaw, and Leo thought he would come right then.
“You need to stay still. Or this will be over before you feel my cock where you most want it.”
The sensual words had Leo’s breath coming in a desperate pant, but he made sure to keep his eyes on Alasdair when he replied, “Can’t control yourself? I’m disappointed. I was sure someone as old as you would last longer than five minutes.”
He wasn’t sure, but he could’ve sworn Alasdair’s lips twitched. However, he was too busy keeping an eye on the lethal teeth only inches from his face.
“You have a smart tongue, Leonidas. I wonder if it’s as talented as it is talkative.”
Leo’s cock pulsated against Alasdair’s as the implication of those words formed an image in his head.
“You also have a very detailed imagination. And a high opinion of your skill.”
When Alasdair nipped at his ear, Leo’s breath hitched, and then he asked, “Is that a bad thing?” He then purposely imagined, in great detail, Alasdair on his back and him sucking the hard cock he could feel against his own. He wanted nothing more than for Alasdair to slide inside his mouth and along his tongue. But before he could request it, their positions were reversed, and Alasdair had a hand on his shoulder, urging him down his body.
“No. It’s not a bad thing if it proves to be accurate.”
Leo looked at the devilishly handsome face daring him to put his money—Huh—where his mouth would soon be and smirked. He’d never had a complaint before.
He slid down the solid body under him, making sure to drag his aching cock over every inch, until he settled between Alasdair’s solid thighs.
He pressed his erection against the mattress, trying to hold off the orgasm threatening, but when Alasdair raised his legs to plant his feet flat on the bed, Leo thought he might explode.
Only inches from his face was the most spectacular sight he’d ever seen, and soon, his mouth would be all over it. He could see every inch of Alasdair’s cock, balls and ass, and if Leo had thought he was the perfect example of a male specimen before, he was now fucking positive men had been designed after him.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
And when an arrogant, “I know,” met his ears, Leo smiled despite himself.
Yeah, usually, that kind of god complex irked the hell out of him, but in this two-thousand-year-old’s case, it was fucking justified.
Leo placed his hands on the inside of Alasdair’s thighs, and when he angled his head and swiped his tongue across his balls, the groan that met his ears was like a fucking symphony. He did it again, and when Alasdair pushed his pelvis close to his face, Leo continued to tongue his sac.
He thought Alasdair’s skin would be cool like his hands had been. But he should’ve known better, because just as the vampire’s tongue was a warm pleasure point, the tight balls, which were heavy and taut, were hot to the touch. It was as if, when turned on, Alasdair’s temperature rose, and the thought of literally making him hot had Leo’s desire skyrocketing.
He nuzzled his face in closer and drew his tongue up the underside of Alasdair’s cock. Then he traced the veins he’d fantasized about, and when he got to the tip, he raised his eyes and saw that Alasdair’s had changed to black.
Oh fuck, what does that mean? He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Alasdair widened his legs and told him, “They change with heightened emotions. Which usually leads to one of two things. The desire to kill and feed or…”
Leo wrapped his fingers around the base of Alasdair’s cock. “Or…”
“The desire to fuck.”
Leo dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit inches from his lips and then blew his warm breath over it. If this was to truly be his last moment in life, then, hell, he was going to make it count.
“Let’s go with option number two.”
ALASDAIR WATCHED LEO lower his lips down his shaft and tried to rationalize what the fuck he thought he was doing.
He could see the blond hair between his thighs and knew he shouldn’t continue, but when Leo’s lips tightened around him, there was no way he was going to stop.
He’d wanted this man for weeks now, and he’d been denying himself over and over. First the urge to feed, knowing what it would do to him, and then the desire to fornicate. To fuck Leo so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
And why? Because he hadn’t known what Leo was. That wasn’t the case now. Or was it? Did he really have any more answers than he’d had earlier? Or merely his own suspicions?
Something fucked up happened whenever Leo disappeared into his dream state. The human was learning things about him and Vasilios that could potentially threaten their very existence. But still, he didn’t know anything more about who Leo was. And wasn’t that the whole reason Vasilios had been upset over having lost Stratos as a valuable source? Why would he want to kill Leo? What could be more valuable than one sent to end them?
Yes…that’s what I need to tell him. That’s how he’d convince Vasilios to spare him.
The idea planted itself as his instincts urged him not to continue down this treacherous path. But it was no use. The lure of the flesh, of the immoral things he wanted to do to the man he’d become consumed with, were too strong.
His desire to push inside Leo’s body and mind would not be denied. And when he shoved into Leo’s thoughts and saw him imagining the same, Alasdair pulled his cock free of the lips surrounding him.
Get on your hands and knees. When Leo shifted to the desired position and looked over his shoulder, Alasdair added, Se thelo.
He moved so he was between Leo’s legs, and then he bent down and scraped the tip of his fang over the curve of Leo’s ass before soothing the sting with his tongue. Leo sighed and Alasdair saw his head arch back so his neck was stretched nice and long in sensual invitation.
Needing to distract himself, Alasdair traced his fingers up the shadowed line of Leo’s crack then gripped the firm flesh of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He bit back a groan when Leo’s tight hole came into view, right before he dragged a hot, wet trail over it with his tongue.
Leo cursed his name, and when he reached under himself to curl his fingers around his cock, Alasdair flicked his tongue over the small pucker a second time. The unholy cry that filled his chamber made Alasdair’s fingers tighten, and the powerful taste of Leo on his tongue had him diving back in, deeper. He was determined to have this man writhing in his bed before he fucked him through it.
“Kialo,” Leo demanded in Greek, and Alasdair just about lost it.
He nipped at the sensitive skin and then ran his tongue along the dark crevice again, flirting with the puckered opening.
