Karsten rose up just enough to slide Devon’s cock up and down the split in his ass. Each pass he made, Karsten pressed the head of his prick a little deeper into his hole. From the way Devon was tightening his body, it was clear he was doing everything he could not to move. His struggle was somehow beautiful. Erotic torture enhanced Devon’s need and aroused Karsten’s to a point where he forgot everything that had led him to this moment with this man. He was here fully and had no intention of stopping until he claimed him.
Rising up onto his knees, Karsten leaned over and kissed Devon. It was hungry and almost frantic, spelling out his need more clearly than his throbbing cock. As Karsten positioned the knob of his prick against his hole, Devon’s eyes opened wide.
Eye to eye and heart to heart, Karsten moved slowly back, taking his mate within the gripping heat of his body. The outer sphincter was tight, fighting each incremental bit of Devon’s prick, but Karsten kept up the pressure. After an excruciatingly long time, his knob popped inside. Karsten whimpered, and Devon growled. For a moment, Karsten held steady, enjoying the first level of penetration. Rolling his hips caused his rectum to clench around the tip of Devon’s cock. Around he went until Devon was straining against the ropes. Every muscle in his arms, chest, and even his neck flexed. Somehow, seeing that power constrained excited Karsten more than he thought possible.
“More.”
“I do believe my captain enjoys being scallywagged.”
“Zooks, yes! You can have the boat and everything on it if you’ll just keep letting my cock sink into your tight little hole.”
“Everything?” Karsten toyed with him by rising up until Devon’s cock almost pulled all the way out, but then he’d sink back down to the same spot. Nothing in the world had ever felt as good as Devon’s prick. Nothing he’d heard in class or from his fellow thralls could adequately describe the feeling of fullness, of completeness, that was taking his mate’s cock inside his body. It was indescribable. “You’re willing to let me have everything?”
“All of it.”
“Body, soul, and blood?”
Devon met Karsten’s gaze and all the playacting fell away. They were suddenly just man to man with nothing between them but honesty.
“Body, soul, and blood.” Devon lifted his head up so he could kiss Karsten. Unlike his earlier frantic kiss, this one was soft, sweet, and sealed their deal.
Karsten lowered himself a bit more, watching Devon’s reaction. Each incremental bit deeper made him catch his breath and hold it for just a moment before he released it. When Karsten had taken him about halfway, Devon lifted his head and growled, showing that his canines were fully extended. A burst of fear caused Karsten to clench around Devon’s cock, but he relaxed in the next breath. He was safe. He was in charge. And quite suddenly, the idea of being bitten wasn’t nearly so scary. Somehow, it was different. Not just because he was with one man rather than a gang of them, but because he was with a man he cared about. A man with whimsy, kindness, and compassion. As Karsten sank down a bit lower, he realized he was falling in love with Devon. He gasped at the recognition. Love was something every thrall hoped for and so few probably found.
When Devon looked up, his gaze searching Karsten’s face, he saw a flash of it there. Just a hint of love that would bloom fully with time. If Karsten made the effort to nurture what had just barely been planted, he’d be rewarded with a mate who would stand by him no matter what happened to the world.
“Captain?”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Before Devon could answer, Karsten took the rest of his cock into himself until he was pressing down completely against Devon’s hips. Having him fully within only intensified the feeling of bonding to him.
“I think I’m falling, too.” Devon uttered a stunned kind of growly breath. All his muscles tightened, but he didn’t buck, and Karsten knew he wanted to.
Since his mate was bound and determined to let Karsten lead, he lifted and lowered himself, sliding Devon’s cock in and out.
Devon watched him with heavily lidded eyes. “It’s like you’re dancing on me. A very sensual dance.”
Karsten lifted his hands. Using his entire body, he writhed upon his mate, loving the way his cock twitched every time he took him all the way inside. When Devon got too close to release, Karsten would continue to dance, but he would relax the grip he had on his cock. When he wanted to increase his torment, he tightened his entire body.
“You wicked, wicked man.” Devon grinned.
“And to think you have already given me your ship and yourself.”
“You want more?” Devon gasped as Karsten suddenly plunged down and tightened hard.
“I do.” Karsten lifted up until Devon’s cock was entirely outside his body. He held the tip pressed against his hole, loving the look of erotic torment on Devon’s face.
“Anything! Just don’t stop!”
“Next time when we play this game, you’ll have to scallywag me.”
“I will. I swear that I will scallywag you until your eyes—cross!”
Karsten chose that moment to plunge downward, taking all of Devon’s cock inside him at once. They uttered mutual cries of bliss. Determined to make him climax and bring his bloodlust to a fever pitch, Karsten rode his cock faster and faster until Devon was straining against his bonds and licking the tips of his aching teeth.
Lifting his hand, he offered out his wrist for Devon to bite, but he didn’t.
“You can bite me. I want you to.” Karsten felt that he wouldn’t be able to climax until he was fully bonded to his mate.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Devon turned his head away.
Frustrated, Karsten realized he was still in control. Lowering himself, he compelled Devon to kiss him. Once his kisses intensified and Devon’s arousal and thirst peaked, Karsten bit the inside of his lip, forcing Devon to feed.
The first taste of blood caused him to growl, and he would have turned away, but Karsten held his head. Clenching his rectum as tight as he could, Karsten also deepened the kiss, feeding more of his blood to his mate.
Unable to resist, Devon sucked at Karsten’s bottom lip, growling low and hungry from the back of his throat. Tightening and releasing, Karsten pushed Devon into orgasm, loving the snarling gasps he made as he came and fed.
“But you. What about you?” Devon asked between kisses and shallow thrusts. Even at the height of his pleasure, he didn’t ram his cock into Karsten. He held steady and let him set the pace. Feeling his prick pulse inspired Karsten to match the rhythm by clenching and relaxing.
Unsure if his mate would be receptive to what he wanted to do, Karsten whispered it in his ear. Devon’s reaction was so positive Karsten almost climaxed right there, but he held on, waiting until Devon’s release was complete. Once it was, Karsten rose up so that his cock was close to Devon’s mouth.
Clearly hungry for him, Devon drew Karsten’s cock into his mouth right down to the root and sucked hard enough to almost hurt him. Almost. His powerful pull was right on the verge between pleasure and pain. It was exquisite.
Karsten came so hard he practically saw stars.
“Untie me so I can hold you.”
Barely able to make his hands work, Karsten fumbled at the restraints, freeing Devon, who instantly gathered Karsten into his arms and rolled so they were on their sides, pressing close.
“You are always welcome to take charge of me.” Devon nodded enthusiastically.
Karsten giggled. “It was pretty spectacular.”
“Indeed it was.” Devon sighed as he stroked over Karsten’s lower lip. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
Devon eased his finger inside so he could touch the scar. As soon as he did, Karsten moaned.
“Are you disappointed?”
“That we have an unusual feeding place? Not at all. Given that we are unusual men, that’s very fitting.”
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“Yeah.” Devon’s grin turned positively wicked. “Much better than on your wrist.”
“It’s got a lot of blood flow.”
“I don’t think it’s about the volume. Not for slammers. Or at least not for me. It was about the taste of you, the intimacy of drinking your blood.” Devon lifted Karsten’s hand and kissed the center of his palm. “Although, having a scar on your wrist to toy with in public could be fun.”
“Fun for you!”
“I’d make it fun for you, too.”
“How?”
Devon lowered his lips to Karsten’s ear and told him a tale. Through his mate’s words, Karsten pictured him and Devon sitting in a parlor with his brothers and their thralls. Devon would stroke over the scar on his wrist, making Karsten so crazed he’d have to excuse himself. Before he could get too far along the hallway, Devon would join him, pulling him into one of the large bathrooms on the main floor.
“You would do this in your master’s house?”
“Yes. I would be that bold.”
“You are shameless!”
“And I haven’t even told you what I’d do to you once I got you alone.”
Karsten listened as Devon described a scene of ecstasy and lust that managed to make him hard again. Once he was, Devon eased him onto his back, parted his legs, and slid between. He made no effort to fill him. Of course, this made Karsten frantic to feel him enter. Clearly aware of the longing he was creating in his mate, Devon took his time teasing his lips and tongue all over Karsten’s body.
“I’m making you dance for me.”
“But this time I’m not in charge.”
“Nope.” Devon grinned and then sobered. “Do you trust me?”
“Completely.” Karsten lifted his hands above his head. “Do your worst.”
“I will.” Devon lowered his mouth to Karsten’s nipple and sucked lightly, making him buck below his body. “You have no idea how your struggles are exciting me.”
“I thought I’d be afraid to have you on top of me, but I’m not scared.”
“No?”
“Oh, no. I’m excited. I feel safe. Protected.”
No matter how Karsten squirmed and begged with word and body, Devon wouldn’t be rushed. He kissed, bit, and licked all over Karsten’s body until he was whimpering with need. By the time he filled him, Karsten’s head was spinning and his need for completion was so great he did everything he could to get Devon to move faster, but he refused.
“Slowly this time.”
“Slow enough to be maddening.”
“That’s right.” Devon kissed his ear then whispered, “I’m going to make you crazy for me.”
“I’m already there.”
Looking right into his eyes, Devon kept to his wickedly slow and deep thrusts. He paced his body and his breathing. Devon might have been able to go for hours, but Karsten found the way to make him do his lustful bidding. Matching his rhythm, Karsten clenched and released his rectum while uttering a soft, mournful cry.
Without seeming to be aware of it, Devon increased his pace.
Karsten kept on with his sly encouragement, upping the rhythm in such small increments that Devon didn’t notice until he was going almost twice as fast. Once he realized, he tried to slow down, but the urge to find release was too great. Karsten could see the struggle clearly as emotions moved across Devon’s expressive face.
“Fill me. I want to feel you all the way inside me.”
Devon kissed him then, teasing his tongue against the fresh scar. Karsten bucked below him. In his frantic need, he spread his legs wide, embracing Devon’s hips. He dug his heels into Devon’s buttocks, using his body as leverage to rock his own. Faster they went until Devon pushed himself over the edge. He bit gently into Karsten’s lip, spilling his blood at the same time he spilled his seed. Karsten joined him, spilling between their bodies, loving the way Devon used the slickness to his advantage and plunged just a bit deeper.
They clung together, motionless, for a long time. The room’s luminescence faded, granting entrance to night’s darkness. In the rich black, the only sound Karsten could hear was the sweet music of their matched breaths.
Chapter 13
McBride had fed from Caleb, and he’d found his release against his powerful body, but it wasn’t enough. Lifting his head, he kissed Caleb, growling when Caleb returned his passion in equal measure. Longing to bind him fully, McBride swiped the tip of his tongue against the cutting edge of Caleb’s canine.
Caleb’s reaction wasn’t what he wanted at all. Rather than drink deeply of his blood, Caleb flinched back, spitting out what had spilled into him. Glaring at McBride, he palmed some water, rinsed his mouth, and exited the shower before McBride could do anything to stop him.
McBride’s instinct was to chase after him, but he quashed that urge. What he’d done was wrong, and they both knew it. He didn’t need to see Caleb’s disapproving face to remind him he’d tried to force a bloodbond on him. Shaking his head, McBride had no idea what the hell was wrong with him. He knew better, and yet something about Caleb made him toss his morals aside. Just because he wanted something didn’t mean he could have it, especially since it wasn’t a thing but a living, breathing man.
He finished up his shower, wishing he could wash the dirt from his soul away as easily as filth from his body. When he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips, he was surprised to find Caleb sitting on the edge of his bed.
“That was a dirty trick.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Caleb nodded.
McBride had a feeling he’d never be close enough to Caleb to attempt anything so asinine again.
“I’m not doing this just to torment you.”
Knowing that anything he said would be a waste of time when Caleb had already made up his mind, McBride simply nodded. He wanted to get dressed, but he didn’t want Caleb to think he was trying to seduce him again, so he decided to wait until after he left. That he had to stand and have a conversation wearing only a towel wasn’t as odd a feeling as it should have been.
“I can’t forget who I am and what matters to me just so I can have the man I—” Caleb cut himself off and stood. “Just don’t do it again.”
“I won’t.” McBride swore he’d lock up his face before he’d try to feed Caleb his blood against his will. Then again, he’d sworn off Caleb a half a dozen times, and not a vow he’d made yet stuck for longer than half a day. Caleb’s cutting himself off at that precise moment was very telling. McBride knew then that his depth of feelings—longing, lust, and even love—were fully reciprocated. But Caleb couldn’t let go of the wrong he thought he’d committed by not protecting Ollie. “Punishing yourself won’t change what happened between Ollie and Jonas.”
“I’m not—we are not hashing that out again.” Caleb had pulled on his shorts, and now he was tying up his boots.
“I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Stay away from me.”
A look of deep hurt transformed Caleb’s proud stance. He slumped, and his sparkling eyes seemed to suddenly dull. “I think that might be for the best.” After a moment, Caleb met his gaze. “But you have to feed.”
“I will.”
“Tell me which brother.”
“It’s not your concern.”
“It is if you’re going to go after one of them.”
McBride bristled. “I don’t owe you an explanation, a justification, or anything else. If I want someone other than you, I’ll go after him.”
“Not one of my brothers.” Finished with his boots, Caleb rose.
“My choices are a little limited.”
They stood glaring at one another in silence.
“Please go.” McBride pointed to the door.
“And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get dressed and get to work.”
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“I’m fine.” Considering how thoroughly ill he’d been this morning, he was feeling practically on the top of the world now. “Apparently, all I needed was a good meal, a nap, and some blood.”
Grimacing, Caleb seemed to be assessing him, so McBride stood for inspection. “I still think you should stay here. Everything is taken care of, so you can relax.”
“There’s no point if I’m fine.” McBride looked pointedly at the door, but Caleb wasn’t going. He stood almost in the center of the room, his indecision clear. “Give me something and I’ll wait for you.”
Up came Caleb’s head.
“Something. Anything. But if you’re really serious, then I have no choice but to move on.” McBride knew better than to issue any man an ultimatum. Nine times out of ten, the man would do the opposite of what the issuer wanted just because of being cornered. He hoped Caleb would be different, but he wasn’t.
“I’ve told you how I feel. I won’t change my mind.”
“Then I’ll be moving my sights elsewhere.”
“Fine.” Caleb nodded. “I’m going to make sure everything is running smoothly, and then I’ll be leaving.”
McBride’s heart skipped a beat, but he said nothing. Everything had been said. It was over now. Even though he’d taunted Caleb with the idea that he might turn to one of his brothers, McBride wouldn’t. Not that they weren’t handsome, because they were, but he couldn’t go down that road again. He was going to find a man of his own station. Even though the world had changed, that didn’t mean he had to. Keeping traditions alive was what would get the world back to law and order. If he kept the peace and stuck to the rules on his land, then he could slowly rebuild society.
Turning away, McBride pulled fresh clothing from his drawers and closet. He tried not to listen for the sound of Caleb leaving his room, but his ears picked up the soft click of the door being unlocked. When he looked over his shoulder, Caleb was gone. McBride drew a deep breath and held it for as long as he could. Eventually, he had to let go, and it all came out in one big whoosh. If only he could let go of Caleb so easily.
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