by Kira Stone
Lacking the energy for much creative thinking, he opted for the one thing which worked best for him whenever he couldn’t sleep. A quick orgasmic release.
There was no light in their dark cellar. No lamp, no sunlight streaming through the magically warded entrance. Teake had nothing to go by but touch. He turned onto his side so that he faced his bedmate. He supported his head with one hand and used the other to feel his way around.
Sebastian had a smooth chest. There was hardly a cell of fat to be found on him. He’d noticed that as soon as Sebastian had opened the door to Kass’s mansion, but it was more erotic to encounter such a fine form in the darkness with just the tips of his fingers. In his mind, he could see his tan flesh against Sebastian’s pale white. The color contrast added a rare spice to his exploration.
The hard part was figuring out how his touch affected the immobile vampire. Sebastian was doing a good job of imitating a corpse. No hitch in his breath to tell him when he’d done something right. No flinch to tell him when he might have gone too far. The only guideline Teake had was the emotional echo pulsing over their shared connection. That told him he was headed in the right direction, but that he hadn’t gone quite far enough to rescue Sebastian from his dark thoughts.
Teake leaned down to lick Sebastian’s pierced nipple. His skin was cooler than a human’s would be. Still, he suckled it, running his tongue over the tiny nub. The vampire tasted of sweat, earth and something intoxicatingly rich, like a particularly heady brandy.
Strong fingers gripped Teake’s hair and jerked his face up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sebastian demanded.
“Distracting you.”
“From?”
Teake inhaled what could very well be his last lungful of air. “Your fears.”
“My fears? What do I have to be afraid of here? You?” Though he sounded scornful, Sebastian let up a little on his grip of Teake’s hair, for which Teake was extremely grateful.
“I only want to help you.”
“You only want to fuck me, you mean.”
“If it solves the problem.”
“I don’t have one. Aside from you and this Guardian business, that is.”
“Then why do you not sleep?”
“Because you keep moving around!” Sebastian shifted position quicker than humanly possible. Teake ended up on his back with the blond vampire draped over him. “Think you can lay still for more than two seconds, or am I going to have to knock you out?”
The energy coming across the invisible tether had changed from frightened to aroused. Though Sebastian made the question sound threatening, it was only another kind of foreplay. Teake responded by gripping the vampire’s ass so he could effectively grind his growing erection against Sebastian’s thigh.
“I will be up a lot longer than you,” Teake boasted.
“Wanna bet?” Sebastian crushed his mouth to Teake’s to stave off a response.
The sexual appetites of vampires were legendary among the witches. However, this was the first time Teake had an opportunity to experience that particular prowess outside the Blood Oath. Sebastian lived up to the reputation of his kind and then some.
The vampire licked and nibbled his way down Teake’s body until he could take Teake’s thick cock into his mouth. The sensations were slightly different than what he was used to. A cooler degree of heat surrounding his sensitive skin. The very certain knowledge that razor-sharp teeth were in a position to emasculate him. The possibility that his femoral artery could be pierced, drained…
Sebastian let go of him with a pop. “Do you trust me with your life? That’s what it comes down to, witch. Decide now, cause I’m tired of running into your stupid prejudices every time I turn around.”
Ah, so Sebastian had discovered that the link worked both ways. But the more pressing issue was one of trust. Teake would rather trust a hole filled with venomous snakes. At least those he knew he could control. But with this vampire, dare he take the chance?
It was going to be a piss poor oath if he couldn’t.
Teake threaded his fingers through Sebastian’s long blond hair, then tilted his hips so the bulbous head of his uncut cock rubbed against the vampire’s lips. “Suck me.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
Teake arched into him, lifting his hips off the dirt shelf. Sebastian took all of Teake’s erection into his mouth. There was no gag reflex, no need to inhale, so the vampire was able to completely stuff his throat with cock. He swallowed, causing his neck muscles to stroke Teake’s shaft in a way that made his eyes cross.
“By Gaia’s tits, that’s good!”
Sebastian’s responding chuckle was nothing more than a vibration which further stimulated Teake’s erection. Teake feared he might not be able to extract it from the vampire’s throat. What a confounded, erotic problem to have!
“Neat trick,” Teake said, though he could barely get the words out for the lust swimming through his system. “What’s next?”
Sebastian eased off. Once Teake’s cock was free and clear of his teeth, he asked, “Wanna fuck me?”
Chapter 5
Having It All
Sebastian prayed the answer was yes. Blood lust raged through his system at a barely controllable level. He wouldn’t sate that particular hunger with this human, but a strong orgasm or two would take the edge off and allow him to sleep.
Without the nightmares.
“Yes, I very much want to fuck you.” Teake put his fingers through the loops on Sebastian’s nipple rings and tugged.
Sebastian obeyed the implied command, crawling up the witch’s body in the same way he’d gone down. When they were face to face again, the witch kissed him with a combination of raw desire and sweet acceptance.
Kindness wasn’t a response Seb was prepared to deal with. This was about sex, getting off, not anything… warm and fuzzy.
He rolled onto his back, taking the human with him. “Then do it already.”
“No lube.” Teake began to rock his hips once he settled into the cradle between Seb’s legs. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other, coating one another with a thin sheen of pre-cum. “No condoms.”
“Unnecessary. Vampires can’t carry disease.” Sebastian hugged Teake’s hips with his powerful thighs.
“Still need a bit of grease to ease the way, I would think.”
“Yeah, well, you think wrong.”
Teake shrugged. “Turn over then.”
Sebastian wasn’t a natural bottom, but he’d been well trained. When Teake backed off to give him room, he flipped onto his belly and raised his ass in the air. Seb spread his knees, giving the witch room to mount him. His cock head rested against the packed earth. He jacked his rigid shaft a few times with his fist, wishing Teake would hurry up. As it was, given all this heady foreplay, Sebastian was going to have trouble winning their wager.
“What are you waiting for?” Sebastian demanded.
“What are you so impatient for?” Teake teased in return, kissing his vertebrae as he moved into position.
“Your cock in my ass. Right fucking now.”
“You will have it. When I am ready to give it to you.”
Sebastian growled his displeasure at the delay, but it quickly turned to a hiss when Teake parted his ass cheeks. The human’s hot breath caressed his anus. What would it be like to be rimmed? Kassian never demeaned himself in such a way. The one time he’d ordered one of Marta’s male whores to do it, Seb had been so high on drugs he couldn’t remember if he’d enjoyed it. Would the witch be willing to --
“Holy shit!” The surprised expletive burst from him as Seb felt the first touch of a hot tongue on that ring of sensitive skin. His fingers clawed the earth as he sought to anchor himself in something stable, something real. “Damn, damn, damn!”
Though there was no change in the way Teake ministered to him, Sebastian knew the other man must be sporting a wide grin. Not that Sebastian cared. The witch could wear any expressi
on he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
Teake burrowed the tip of his tongue into the tight opening. Sebastian wanted to howl with pleasure. Sex had never felt so good, despite all of Kassian’s experience. Seb didn’t dare look into what made the difference. This was an anomaly, an aberration.
It was a hell of an enjoyable one though.
Sebastian grabbed his cock and started stroking it with desperate intent. To hell with the bet. “Gonna come.”
The witch bit his ass cheek, hard. “Not yet.”
He wasn’t quite sure what Teake was up to, but he could hear the man wrestle with some item of discarded clothing. Next thing Seb knew, his balls and cock had been laced up with a strip of leather, effectively cutting off his ability to orgasm. “Oh, hell no. Remove it!”
“It is time for you to trust me a little,” Teake replied. “Do you?”
“Not if you’re going to get your rocks off while leaving me high and dry.”
Teake licked the short strip of skin between Seb’s anus and balls. “I promise, you will come when I do.”
Sebastian had no choice but to accept the man’s word. That didn’t mean he had to refrain from making suggestions. “Now would be good.”
The witch chuckled softly. “Later will be better.”
Teake continued his erotic assault. His attentions hit every bit of skin between Seb’s cock and anus. Sebastian moaned, wiggled and gasped with each flick of the witch’s tongue. The pleasure was so intense that Sebastian thought he’d actually black out if he wasn’t allowed to orgasm. “Would you just fuck me already?”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” the witch replied, tossing Sebastian’s earlier comment back at him.
Teake used pre-cum from Seb’s cock to oil the opening, though it was truly unnecessary as Seb had claimed. Then, finally, Sebastian got what he’d been craving. Teake’s cock head felt as hot as his tongue as he started to press his way into Sebastian’s ass. There was pressure and a slight sting, but the man knew what he was doing. He took Sebastian by inches, giving them both time to adjust to the fit. When he was finally buried to the balls, Teake started rocking his hips. Grinding, thrusting, then finally pummeling Sebastian’s ass as he gave in to the natural urge to rut.
“Harder. Faster,” Sebastian demanded. He wanted to feel used when this was over. He wanted Teake to be as worn out as he was. To enjoy himself as much.
The pressure of the heavy body increased, pressing Sebastian into the dirt. The witch gripped Seb’s hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, holding him in place. Sebastian’s cock rode the hard-packed earth with each deep thrust Teake made. It should have been painful, but somehow the soil had shifted, creating a smooth, shallow trench for his cock to glide in.
The ache in his balls became an unbearable need. He suddenly realized why some men claimed they’d go blind if they didn’t come. And if Teake’s frenzied fucking was any indication, the witch was on the verge too.
“Take us over,” Sebastian pleaded.
The witch slipped off the thin cord constricting him with one sharp tug. “You first.”
Immediately, the warm tingle in Sebastian’s balls mushroomed into a raging fire. Time slowed down so he could track his body’s preparation for orgasm. The tightening of his sac. The flexing of his shaft. He barely had time to call out a warning. “Coming!”
Teake’s fist wrapped around Seb’s cock and pumped in time with his thrusts. He could feel sweat dripping off the man and falling upon his spine. Sebastian longed to turn over and lick the salty liquid off the witch, but orgasmic fervor had taken over his limbs. He came hard, his body coiling in one big, joyous spasm.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Teake groaned next to his ear. “You are magnificent.”
Sebastian turned his head to capture the witch’s lips in a searing kiss. It lasted only a few seconds -- not nearly long enough -- before the human pulled back. “My turn.”
For all his earlier grunting and groaning, Teake came in open-mouthed silence. Strong fingers dug into Seb’s hips, locking their bodies together as the witch’s cock jettisoned hot semen into Seb’s ass. He could feel every drop of it, not only by its heat but also from the force at which it entered his tight hole.
When he was completely spent, Teake collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. “Good for you?”
“So-so,” Sebastian replied, letting his muscles go lax.
Teake reached around Seb’s side to tweak his nipple, ring and all. “Liar.”
“All right, all right. Not bad.” He paused, then added, “For a human.”
Teake chuckled, slapped Seb’s ass and started to pull away. “Don’t,” Seb said, clutching Teake’s arm. “Don’t go.”
The witch’s breath puffed over his neck. “Sure?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you don’t want to.” Sebastian fought to remain conscious long enough to settle this. He didn’t want to appear desperate, but Teake’s steady respirations against his back gave him a sense of security he hadn’t felt since the night he’d been turned.
Teake shifted a bit, anchoring his leg over Seb’s and cuddling a little closer. “Goodnight, Sebastian.”
Seb took those warm and gentle -- inexplicable -- feelings with him into the darkness and didn’t dream.
* * *
Some time later, at whatever hour his undead senses decreed was the right time, Sebastian woke with a start. His heart would have thundered with the rush of adrenaline, if his heart ever beat at all.
But it wouldn’t. Not ever again.
Cursing his own weakness for allowing such useless thoughts to creep in, Sebastian stretched as much as the tight space would allow. His body had kinks in places he hadn’t known could cramp. Apparently the vampire ability to heal didn’t apply to morning-after aches. Felt damn good though. Maybe he could talk Teake into a repeat performance before he sought out Kassian to settle the oath business and kick Marta back into the gutter.
Where was the witch anyway?
Though the interior of the cellar remained dark, Sebastian had no trouble seeing the contours of the objects around him. None of them looked vaguely human shaped. “Teake?”
Getting no response, Sebastian wiggled off the shelf and dropped lightly to the earthen floor. He picked out the darkest patch and started toward it, sure that it must be the way out. But when he touched it, the barrier refused to yield.
Sebastian fought the panic rising in his throat. I have to get out of here!
He searched the walls, thinking he might find another exit. A weak point he could exploit. Anything that would allow him to escape this tomb. Frantic hands removed any obstacle in his path. Whatever got in his way, he destroyed. Rage over being caged like an animal suited him better than the mind-numbing fear. The place was in ruins anyway.
And so would the witch be once Sebastian got his hands on him.
“Where are you?” he bellowed. “Show yourself. Or do you hide in fear of me?”
“Problem?” the witch called.
“Let me out of here, you bastard! I’m going to rip your fucking head off!”
Sebastian stood still as the ripple of magic in use washed over him. It had been a very, very long time since he’d sensed it. It had no more substance than a cobweb, slick instead of sticky. It should have been beneath his notice. Instead, it felt more like a long awaited caress.
With the barrier removed, moonlight spilled down the stairs. Sebastian took them two at a time. Half of him wanted to cavort like a carefree child, relishing the return of a gift thought long lost. The other half wanted to tear into the witch, drink his blood and leave him so dead that he was beyond a necromancer’s skill to revive.
“Don’t ever lock me up like that again,” Sebastian growled. His fingernails bit into the flesh of his palms as he struggled to hold himself back from attack.
“I protected you, as I said I would. I hardly see how that equals confinement.”
“You left me in there. Alone.” He loathed how petty
and weak that sounded. The fact that he was naked didn’t help, but his clothes remained inside the cellar. Assuming they were still in one piece after his frantic attempts to escape, which was doubtful. Regardless, he wasn’t willing to go back inside to get them.
“You were asleep when I left. I did not expect to be gone so long.”
“Whatever. You’ve done your duty. I’m safe.” Sebastian spread his arms wide, letting the witch get a good look at him. “Now get the hell out of Taggart’s Bend.”
“I have a purpose here,” Teake reminded him quietly. “We have a purpose.”
“Gaia seems to think otherwise.” He pointed to his wrist. “See, no bond?”
“The thread was only a symbol to remind us we have to work together. The fact that it is no longer visible means we do not need the reminder. That is all.”
“Kass won’t stand for it,” Sebastian replied, trying to keep his focus on the conversation rather than the witch who looked damn edible in the tanned deer-skin outfit he wore. “He won’t agree to my involvement in the oath, nor to you conducting the ceremony.”
“The choice has been made and cannot be undone. In this, the three of us obey the same mistress.”
Obey. These days, that word never failed to trigger a knee-jerk reaction of hell no! Every time he’d been forced into a situation not of his choosing, it seemed there was a terrible price to pay. Sebastian was tired of Fate handing him lemons and telling him to squeeze. “The hell I do.”
The air between them changed, as if a cloud covered the moon. Sebastian had to use his hard-won self-control not to shiver at the complete lack of warmth in Teake’s moss-green gaze. “I grow tired of this argument. We must agree on a course of action, once and for all.”
“How?”
“Perform a ritual with me. A simple one. If you feel nothing -- and I will know because our mind link makes it impossible for you to lie to me -- then I will use all the persuasion at my disposal to garner your release from this bond,” Teake offered.
“It’s illegal for vampires to practice witchcraft. They can’t.”
