“Shh, you don’t want to wake sleeping beauty.”
Joshua jerked his eyes open. He’d been so caught up he hadn’t heard Dean re-enter the building. He looked into the other man’s eyes, his desire beating inside his skull. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”
“Watching you. I didn’t know you were so… uninhibited.”
Though the two men were only a couple of inches different in height, Jeremiah felt small. An unusual sensation for a six-foot-plus barbarian. He leaned in close and took a chance, sweeping his tongue over Joshua’s slightly parted mouth. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“Back off.” Joshua held himself still. Jeremiah’s tongue slid over his flesh again, making his cock jerk.
“I have a better idea.” Dean dropped to his knees, his supernatural speed making him a blur. He had Joshua’s jeans open and his rock hard cock freed before Joshua blinked.
“Dean.” This situation was getting out of control. “No.” Joshua scrabbled for some way to stop Dean, until Jeremiah wrapped his right fist around the base of his cock.
Dean licked his lips. The hard flesh he gripped was easily two inches in circumference, its head, large and swollen, above the veined, uncut shaft. It was beautiful, a deep dark bluish-purple, slightly lighter than Joshua’s skin tone. Jeremiah tightened his grip and leaned forward, sucking just the tip into his mouth, swiping his tongue over and around it, flicking the salty liquid from the slit.
Joshua grabbed a handful of Jeremiah’s hair, pulling roughly. He thrust his hips toward Dean’s mouth, his movements edgy, uncontrolled. Jeremiah moaned his delight at his partner’s raw response. He closed his teeth around the delicate flesh in his mouth and Joshua stilled, giving him a moment to get his own riotous hungers under control.
Jeremiah’s hot breath danced over Joshua’s skin, tearing away his resistance. He pulled the silky strands in his fist harder, unable to say what he needed from the man before him. But Jeremiah understood the movements and he lurched forward, stopping only when the steel length hit the back of his throat. The War Wolf moaned loudly.
Joshua opened his eyes and looked down at Jeremiah, giving over to his hunger, winding his other hand through the vampire’s hair. Jeremiah’s throat closed around the head of his cock, convulsive swallows milking him. Joshua felt the rub of sharp teeth around the head. “Bite harder.”
Dean’s eyes widened. He rumbled his pleasure at Joshua’s request, salivating at the thought of hot blood against his tongue. He changed the angle of his mouth, one fang scraping hard enough to break the soft skin. The wild flavor exploded over his taste buds, driving his blood hunger and his lust to crazy levels. He couldn’t get enough. Joshua’s fingers relaxed and Jeremiah surged forward, sucking Joshua’s cock deep.
He smoothed his hands up and around the waist of Joshua’s jeans. He tore the denim from his legs, before sinking his fingers deep into the other man’s ass. His nails grew, becoming sharp, and Jeremiah drew blood. Joshua thrust hard against his face, before pulling out.
Joshua lost his equilibrium. All that existed was the man on his knees, the man who had all the power, who took him relentlessly. His balls tightened, he was close. He heard the animalistic growl a moment before the fiery pain of teeth piercing sensitive flesh exploded over his senses. He pulled Jeremiah’s face close, letting himself go, unleashing his darker desires.
He slammed his cock into Dean’s mouth and came. Gritting his teeth to hold back the roar of pleasure, Joshua held his breath and fell into the sensations tearing through his body.
Jeremiah swallowed fast, his tongue writhing all over Joshua’s cock. He’d never expected Joshua’s primal groans and reactions to arouse him to the breaking point. Joshua shook, hard, but still Dean didn’t release his cock. Instead, he released Joshua’s ass and moved his hands to his own cock. He popped the buttons on his jeans, and pulled his cock free. He needed to come, to ease the painful throb.
Joshua watched as Jeremiah stroked his cock, every bit as large as his own, grunting when the vampire deep throated the still hard erection in his mouth. When he couldn’t take any more, his body so overwhelmed by pleasure that each stroke of Jeremiah’s mouth was pain, Joshua shoved him away.
“Enough.”
“Oh, no, Black.” Jeremiah stroked his cock faster, gliding his hand over the head and smearing pre-come down the shaft. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“Oh, my god.” The feminine whisper startled both men.
Karia stood, or rather leaned, on the wall separating the kitchen from the stairs. She had on an oversized T-shirt and she was dancing slightly from foot to foot. Joshua felt embarrassment flush his skin. What have I done?
“Mmm, just in time. Why don’t you come ride me, Ari?” Jeremiah pulled on his cock, humming with pleasure.
“I… I have to use the bathroom. I don’t know where it is. I’m sorry.” Karia fought to look at anything but the two men she’d just watched perform the most erotic, most highly carnal act she’d ever witnessed.
Jeremiah sighed and released his cock. “It’s just down that hall.” He pointed in the direction of the dining room. The words had barely left his lips before Ari ran.
He stood up and leaned close to Joshua, wanting to taste the man’s mouth. Joshua put a hand to his chest, stopping him.
“Leave me alone, Dean.” Joshua bent and stripped the remnants of his jeans away, before he left the kitchen.
Jeremiah let him go, stunned. It took him a moment to realize he was gaping, his softened cock hanging in the breeze. Anger suddenly ricocheted through his system. “Shit!” Dismay was hot on ire’s heels, and he dropped his head. He’d fucked up, rushed Black, and freaked Karia out. He slammed his palms onto the counter, cursing his insatiable need to play games and push his partners.
This thing between Joshua and him wasn’t for fun. He hoped it might be for keeps. The exact same thing he hoped for with Karia. And he had the sickening feeling that, like the night he spent with Ari, this thing with Joshua might be over before it had really begun.
Chapter 8
Karia was hiding. She knew she was but what the hell else should she do? She’d just walked in on Jeremiah blowing Joshua.
“Holy fuck.” She splashed water on her face.
Her hands shook from a strange mix of mortification, arousal, and anger. She was sure Dean had instigated the encounter and it pissed her off. Not so much because Jeremiah was trying to get laid. That wasn’t unusual. But putting a mission in danger wasn’t his style, playboy or not. He’d always been professional, in dedication if not manner.
Karia looked in the mirror and realized she was jealous. Maybe Dean was acting out of the norm, but she was more angry at the hot sex being had than at Jeremiah.
“Damn him.” Ari had no idea what to do to get over her envy, but she definitely wasn’t ready to face the two of them, even if she wasn’t envious. So, in true avoidance fashion, she turned on the taps and drew a bath. And she locked the bathroom door too.
* * *
Joshua closed the door to his room quietly. He wanted to slam it shut, but considering his strength, that probably wasn’t the best idea.
He stripped off the rest of his clothing. The tiny attached bathroom wasn’t luxurious, but it had a toilet and a shower.
Joshua headed for the bathroom, then changed his mind and flopped down on the bed. Its frame squeaked under his weight. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his folded arms. Damn, damn, damn.
He was mad at Jeremiah. He was pissed at himself. They had a job and getting laid wasn’t in the to do list. His cock stirred and Joshua grumbled. He couldn’t stop himself from replaying the blowjob.
“Fuck.” Dean was fantastic. Despite his anger about the situation, Joshua couldn’t regret what had been probably the most hedonistic and enjoyable sexual encounter he’d had.
Knuckles rapped against his door. “Joshua?”
“Go away, Jeremiah.”
“Look, I just… I wa
nted to tell you…” He trailed off. Joshua sighed. The last he wanted was for Karia to wander by and hear them having this conversation through a door.
“Fuck, come in!” Joshua silently cursed himself the minute the words left his lips. Quickly, he jerked the bed sheets to cover his naked back. The door opened and he turned his face toward Jeremiah.
“I just wanted to let you know… Look, the mission is our priority. I apologize if I acted like it wasn’t.”
“I don’t doubt your dedication, Dean.”
“Good. As long as that’s clear.” Jeremiah shifted slightly. The consummate player seemed to be unsure. If Joshua had been another type of man, he might have lashed out, venting some of his anger.
“We’re adults. If I hadn’t wanted what happened, it wouldn’t have. Go get some rest. We need to be on our toes when we hit the docks tonight.” He turned his face away, waiting to hear the door close.
“Yes, it would have.”
The latch clicked softly. The sound of feet moving over carpet drew Joshua’s muscles tight. He rolled to his back, holding the sheets in place.
“You think you could take me?” He exhaled slowly, releasing power through his blood. He knew his skin and eyes had begun to glow, but the vampire kept coming.
“Gods help me, I want to.”
Jeremiah didn’t bother with subtlety. He pounced on Joshua, slamming his body onto the bigger man. Powerful hands gripped thick wrists. Long legs entwined, then spread apart, using leverage to combat might. Joshua struggled, forcing Jeremiah to push down against him, holding his body aloft.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Dean.” Joshua’s ruby eyes were lit from within and a frisson of fear zinged down Jeremiah’s spine.
“What if I wanted you to?” Dean whispered the words, watched the War Wolf’s pupils expand, and felt something unwind inside him. His entire pretense, his ego, was slipping away. His heart pounded, not just with desire, but also with trepidation.
Something about Joshua made him want to open up. Made Jeremiah want to be absolutely honest, to show the chinks in his armor, something his many years undead said was a good way to get killed. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against Joshua’s and moaned.
“Please.” One word, so hard to speak, held a depth Jeremiah prayed Joshua could understand. Joshua glowed brighter, breathtaking in his power. His hips surged up and he flipped their positions as if Jeremiah weighed nothing.
Joshua didn’t speak, he simply jerked his wrists free and took Jeremiah’s head in his hands. He searched black eyes, looking for the deception. Instead, he saw self-doubt, a glimmer of fear, and longing. He smoothed his thumbs over proud cheekbones, looked at the masculine beauty, and lowered his mouth to Jeremiah’s parted lips.
Joshua took his time. He caressed Jeremiah’s mouth, nibbled at his full lower lip, traced his tongue over the contours. He waited for a signal from the vampire before taking the kiss deeper, harder. When Jeremiah lifted his head from the bed, seeking more contact, Joshua conquered.
He swept his tongue inside, stroking over pointed teeth. Opening his mouth wider, he fused their mouths until they shared each breath, each gasp, as tongues mimicked what bodies wanted. His non-retractable canines scraped over Jeremiah’s sensitive flesh and he moaned.
“Bite me.” Jeremiah gave Joshua’s words back to him. He growled low and pressed his aching cock hard against Jeremiah’s belly. Then he sucked the swollen lower lip into his mouth and pressed his teeth into it until the hot tang of blood swept over his palate.
Whether from the blood or the small pain, Jeremiah went wild beneath Joshua, fighting to pull his head free. He pressed his mouth harder to Joshua’s, relaxed his jaw, allowing more of the War Wolf in as his tongue danced and dipped, tasting magic and blood. His head spun and any interest in a slow enjoyment of Jeremiah vanished.
“Joshua.” Jeremiah needed more. He needed to feel skin against his skin. Joshua intensified his kisses, conquering his mouth, his hands slipping away from Jeremiah’s face and into his hair, holding him still beneath the branding touch of his mouth.
His hands reached up to curve over broad, hard shoulders, fingers digging deep into rock-solid muscle. He held tight, lifting his hips, grinding his cock against Joshua’s pelvis. Jeremiah raked his sharp nails down Joshua’s back to the base of his spine. Then he smoothed his palms over the tight gluteus muscles, until he could palm both globes and squeeze. He pulled Joshua harder against him, bringing his hands closer to the sensitive cleft of his butt.
It felt so good, the sting of Jeremiah’s passionate scratches, the hot grip of strong hands massaging his ass. Jeremiah lifted his cheeks, separating them slightly, letting the cooler air of the room tease his anus lightly. Groans and growls filled Joshua’s ears, the physical manifestation of carnal hunger.
He’d drawn this out as far as he could. His cock burned, the skin stretched taut with want. Joshua took one last, deep, lingering kiss, sharp teeth scraping against sharp teeth, then moved off Jeremiah. He threw aside the sheets, grabbing Dean’s T-shirt in his hands and rending it in two.
Smooth, hairless flesh lay beneath the soft cotton. Two caramel-colored nipples stood out, accentuating the rise of toned muscle. Joshua laid his hands on top of Jeremiah’s chest, black claws caressing his collarbone. He scraped his nails downward, catching them on the tight buds, grunting when Jeremiah responded with a hiss.
Jeremiah covered Joshua’s hands with his own, opening his eyes and meeting the hooded gaze of the man making his body ache. He licked his lips, dry now without the moisture of a kiss. Slowly, he pushed Joshua’s hands downward, over his taut stomach, to the top button of his jeans. He let go, undid the fastenings, and pulled his cock free. Then he took Joshua’s hand and wrapped it around the shaft. With his hand guiding, Jeremiah closed his eyes and squeezed Joshua’s fist tighter, thrusting his hips in rhythm with each hard stroke.
Pleasure bombarded his vampiric senses. Joshua’s hand felt hot and cold; the dichotomy was exquisite. Jeremiah lifted his lids and pulled his shoulders off the bed, his stomach muscles flexing hard. He looked down, moaning loudly at the carnal image of his pale cock engulfed in the blue glow of Joshua’s palm and his magic. Pre-come glistened on the dark pink head. A few more strokes and he’d come.
Joshua swept the pad of his thumb over the shiny crown of Jeremiah’s prick. He wanted to taste the vampire, but he felt the wildness inside rising fast. So, he released Jeremiah with a rough pull, a surge of satisfaction fueling his hunger when Dean groaned and his balls drew tight from the hard caress. He climbed off the bed, throwing the sheets to the floor, before grabbing the ankles of Jeremiah’s jeans and pulling them off his body. He turned to the night table and withdrew a tube of lubricant before moving back to Dean’s side.
Joshua’s eyelids grew heavy as he smoothed a generous amount of lube up, down, and over his pulsing cock. Jeremiah lifted a hand to himself, but Joshua stopped him by encircling the vampire’s wrist with his wide palm. Slowly, he moved between Jeremiah’s legs, spreading his heavy thighs apart. Even in his need, Joshua was conscious of his nails, ever lethal. With care, he put more lube on his fingers and slowly stretched the tight muscle, gaining entry into the heat of Jeremiah’s body.
“Fuck!”
Jeremiah tried to slam himself onto the invading digit, but Joshua pulled back. When Dean relaxed once more, he pressed his finger in deeper and added a second. Jeremiah’s body bore down around him, slippery silken flesh rippling around his fingers. He moved them in a scissoring fashion, his cock throbbing with each moan Jeremiah made. Dean became increasingly vocal with each passing second, his hands fisting against the bed as he fought to stay still. When Joshua was satisfied Jeremiah was more than ready, he moved onto his knees, withdrew his fingers and pressed the thick head of his cock to Dean’s anus.
Jeremiah couldn’t stop the hedonistic sounds coming from his body. He rarely took the bottom position but he was ready to scream for Joshua to hurry up and fuck him. His ab
s quivered as he held himself off the bed, unable to take his eyes off the massive cock sliding into his body. He grabbed his erection, circling the bottom with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly as the large, flared head of Joshua’s cock breached him.
It burned, it hurt, and Jeremiah had to bite his lip not to come. The pain cascaded through his body, scraping over his nerves in a wickedly erotic assault. He tightened his finger and thumb around his cock, excited even more by the slight tingling sensation building through the shaft. He lay back down on the bed and lifted his hips to Joshua. Joshua didn’t disappoint him. He slammed home, forcing Jeremiah to bear down on his rock hard cock until they were locked together.
Joshua took hold of Jeremiah’s hips, breathing slowly through his nose, fighting the urge to pummel the vampire without mercy. The slick channel tightened around his engorged flesh. He shuddered, his claws biting into pale skin. Very slowly, he withdrew his cock, stopping when the thick head bumped over the soft, almond shaped organ that brought males such pleasure.
Jeremiah’s hips bucked repeatedly, his movements stroking the prostate hard. His cock was slick with pre-come and his grip slipped. Blood rushed out from the organ and back in, intensifying his pleasure ten-fold. “Gods!”
Joshua tried to control the vampire’s erratic shifting, but the other man was strong. The friction teased the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. When Jeremiah’s hands fell to the bed, curling into fists, he took the pale pink shaft in his dark hand, pulling the foreskin back to expose the wet head.
He went deep again, timing his inward thrusts opposite upward strokes of his hand. Jeremiah tossed his head, his body slick with sweat, deep chest heaving to drag in air. Joshua moved faster, harder, his body growing taut, the motion of his hand rougher. When the vampire raised his hands to the smooth, dark skin of his chest, fingers curling into muscle, Joshua gave in to the savage side of his nature.
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