“I know. But if I wanted you to?”
“You might benefit from asking one of the other boys. I don’t know what it feels like for a human.” He rubbed his thumb along the back of Damien’s hand. “The strike does hurt, except it’s almost like a spark, jump-starting your pleasure. At least, that’s how it feels to me. Then, as your blood is pulled through your veins, it’s like your dick’s being massaged.”
“So, it’s all sexual?”
“Mostly, yes.”
“And does it make you come harder?”
Will’s eyes sparkled. “Yes.”
Damien barked out a laugh. “Fucking A, Willem. Why didn’t you lead with that? Come on.”
He dragged his man upstairs.
Will didn’t give any resistance as Damien dragged him to the suite. He let his lover pull him into a hungry kiss at the top. They slammed against the wall, arms tangled and pelvis-to-pelvis. Hard cock met hard cock, grinding and humping. Their breaths mingled as each of them vied for the chance to swallow the other whole. Human though he was, Damien was no delicate creature. Or shy, for that matter, Will thought as the boy, holy fuck, stuck his hand down the front of Will’s jeans.
When did he unsnap my fly?
It didn’t matter. All Will cared about was that after the brutal event earlier in the day, this mutual claiming and affirmation of his relationship with this human was a balm. And this was with Damien fully informed about who he was taking to bed—well, almost fully informed. There was one more thing that Damien deserved to learn before committing himself to Will. He prayed it wouldn’t be the deal-breaker.
At the moment, far from shying away from the reality, Damien was embracing it. God, he was going to let Will suck his blood. Will wouldn’t have tried to broach the subject for a long time, hoping that if he kept putting himself in Damien’s orbit, giving him his body however the boy wanted, that maybe—maybe—he would one day trust him with this one thing in particular that terrified humans.
Damien’s piercing rubbed Will’s tongue as he fucked his mouth. It made him mad for the chance to feel that thing along his dick. He broke off the kiss, to make the suggestion.
“Suck me!”
Damien grinned and nipped at Will’s lower lip. “Right here?”
The idea had merit. No one they lived with would give a damn, but Annika could come walking along at any minute. And speaking of which… “Shit, we can’t stumble into my bedroom like this. My daughter may be maturing right before our eyes, but not even my people are that casual about sex in front of our children.”
Damien shook his head. “She’s still out walking Babette in Boston Common with Demi and Brenin. MacLerie is with them, in case muscle is needed.”
Will paused, his intense need to get inside Damien sidetracked by his more pressing duty. “Is she all right? I haven’t seen her since… You know. Harry has a shower in his lab and Emil brought me clothes. I needed time to make myself more civilized.”
“She’s fine,” Damien quickly reassured him. And there was sincerity in his eyes, making it easy to believe him. “Better than me, in some respects. Nothing seems to faze her.”
Relieved, he said, “She’s the Queen. It’s kind of their thing to remain calm when the rest of us are losing our shit. It’s hard to think of her in those terms, though.”
“If you’re concerned she’ll be freaked out about our being in your room, we could go to my apartment.”
Will raised his eyebrows and he cupped Damien’s ass and tug it in close. He groaned because, God, it felt so good. “You have an apartment?”
Damien laughed. “Were did you think I lived?”
“I don’t know.” Will frowned. “I guess I’ve always thought of you as being in the kitchen and nowhere else—except my bed,” he added with a squeeze.
Damien gasped. “Yeah, well, if you’re going to keep that up, we’ll never make it all the way to my place. Right now,” he added with a moan, “I’m doubting we’ll make it to your room.”
“No worries.” Will used his grip on Damien’s ass to lift him off the floor.
Damien whooped, much as he had in the chopper when they’d captured Bran. But that misery wasn’t something Will would think about. It had no place in his mind compared to the sheer pleasure he was going to enjoy once he got Damien into bed. He used his natural speed to tear down the hall, through the suite and into his room. He jumped the last few feet to land on the bed, rolling onto his back to take the brunt of the fall.
They laughed even as they grappled to take off their clothing. This was something extra, the ability to enjoy each other’s company as well as their bodies. They hadn’t gotten very far before Damien remembered Will’s earlier entreaty. The boy escaped the kiss Will had him locked in before licking his way down his chest and onto, oh yes, his cock.
Damien swirled that extra special tongue of his around the head, stimulating the bundle of nerves located underneath. Will’s eyes crossed and he fisted the bedding so that he didn’t pull Damien’s hair out by the roots. Because God, it was too much. Then Damien sucked the shaft into his warm, wet mouth and inhaled him.
“Shit! I’m going to come.”
Damien wrapped his hand around the base of Will’s cock and clamped it like a vise. The cum that had started climbing up his dick slammed back into his balls. Will wanted to launch up and take control, knew that he could do that with no effort at all. He forced the urge back the same way Damien’s fist kept his cum prisoner. He made himself lie there as Damien worked his dick with his mouth, tongue, lips and lungs. The rapidly contrasting changes in sensations was driving him mad. He had to settle for moaning and rocking his head, then he morphed into pleading.
Damien pulled off his cock with an audible pop. “What? What do you want, Willem?”
He opened his eyes to slits, looked at his lover’s lips, puffy from the lavish attention. “I want my cock inside you.”
Damien’s eyes lit up. “Two minds but with a single thought.” He made to roll over to the head of the bed and stopped. “Do we need condoms?”
Will shook his head. “No. I can’t infect you with anything because I can’t catch any of your human illnesses.”
“Best. Answer. Ever.” With only one leg actually free from his jeans and shorts, Damien swung it over Will’s lap. “Let’s keep our eyes open. I want to watch you watch me.”
Damien didn’t wait for a reply. Lifting Will’s shaft straight, he wiggled so that he lined the tip with his hole. Then with his gaze fixed on Will’s, he slowly lowered himself. The tip had just breached the puckered ring when Will thought of something important.
“Lube.” He tried to rise.
Damien shoved him back with surprising speed. “My saliva will have to do. I want to feel the burn, baby. Besides, you always feel so cool, so without the latex in the way, your skin will ease the sting.”
Will wanted to explain about his body temperature, but that kind of tutorial wasn’t on the menu at the moment. The next thing, Damien had seated Will balls-deep in his amazingly tight and welcoming ass. He did things with his channel to fucking milk Will’s dick and his hole clenched in a way the encouraged him to come instead of stopping him. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but he did it because Damien wanted him to, and pleasing his boy was the most important thing at the moment.
“They get darker. Your pupils. I thought I’d noticed it before.” He shook his head. “They’re black, aren’t they?”
Will nodded.
“Do they change into other colors?”
Yes, when I was ripping off hunks of Bran’s flesh and spitting them out, they were as red as the blood coating my face.
He didn’t say any of that, naturally. “Faster. Harder.”
“Yes, sir.” Damien picked up speed, placing his palms on Will’s chest for leverage.
Will began a counter rhythm, bucking up to meet Damien’s ass. He reached between his arms to take hold of his boy’s leaking cock that bounced between them. He was
n’t so far gone as to forget that pleasure was always a two-way street. He kept his grip firm, stroking the shaft with equal speed as the drilling Damien was giving himself. The boy’s pre-cum slicked the way, easing Will’s worries that they were going too fast and hard for a human.
That’s when Damien rocketed matters into orbit.
He tilted his head, exposing his neck, and said, “Do it. Bite me. Is that the right way to say it? It sounds kind of snarky.”
Will couldn’t help grinning. He stopped jerking his boy for a second as he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Now,” came the breathless reply.
Will hesitated only a moment more before giving into his heart’s desire. He grabbed Damien by both arms and tumbled him over, careful to keep their bodies connected. Now he lay between the boy’s splayed legs. He rolled his hips to seat his dick as far as it would go. The pulse at the base of Damien’s throat called to him. He inhaled deeply, smelling that sweetness, and for the first time, knowing that soon he would be able to taste it.
“I want this more than my next breath,” he confessed.
“Now, Will.” Damien stretched his neck as much as he could, the cords bulging, his vein right there for the taking. But, and this was the best part, he kept his eyes open. He wasn’t afraid of this. He wasn’t afraid of him.
Will let his fangs descend, took one last lungful of Damien’s scent and struck. They both convulsed, Will shooting his cum deep inside his boy and human semen hitting his chest. Yet it was the taste, salty and warm and yes, somehow sweet, all at the same time that consumed him. The flavor burst onto his tongue, filled his mouth, slid down his throat. He moaned and thrust his cock hard. Damien convulsed, his legs wrapped around Will’s hips. His heels kicked Will’s ass. So he thrust again and again and once more they were riding that incredible wave of orgasm.
And all the while, Will pulled at Damien’s vein, afraid he’d be unable to stop.
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
Damien snuggled closer to Will’s side. “You have got to stop asking me that.” He stretched his recently bitten neck in order to press a simple kiss on Will’s mouth. They were both swollen and sore, so he was careful. “I’m fine,” he added as he settled down.
“You are amazing.”
“I’m not going to argue the point, but why do you say that now? Was it the undercover work—or any of the…you know, rest of it?” There was no sense in dwelling on the ugly side of the day. The end had been awesome, and that was all Will chose to focus on. Except…
“Are you all right?” his boy asked.
Will tightened his grip around Damien’s shoulders. “I feel that we’ve had this conversation before.”
“Yeah, but I’m worried, you know?” Confession time. He’d said this before, but he needed to make it stick without any doubt. “I love you, Will.”
The guy didn’t say anything for long seconds, enough to make Damien start to squirm. Will’s hold kept him in place.
“I love you, as well. Truly. It’s amazing. I didn’t think I could find this again with another human. I didn’t think I’d let myself. The pain of losing him…”
Damien wiggled to get on top of him and rained kisses on his face and neck. “I can’t promise nothing will ever happen to me, and you can’t make it to me about yourself. You’re not indestructible.”
“No. I can make you stronger, healthier, longer-lived, if you are willing.”
“I would need to drink your blood, right?”
Will furrowed his brows. “How do you know?”
“I ran into the boys while I was taking care of Elliot, and I asked. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“I don’t. I just worry that all of this will reach a tipping point in which something about me and my kind will freak you out so badly that you’ll run away screaming.”
“Not going to happen. I don’t scare easily. I lived by my wits on the street from the time I was seventeen, until Emil swept me off them and gave me a better way of life.”
Now Will’s eyes started to morph into more of a red. “I hate that… What you had to endure.”
He reared up. “Hey, easy. Easy, baby. I’m fine and it led me to you, so how can I hate that part of my life?”
The color change stopped and Will relaxed beneath him. “You need to know something else about what my blood can do to you. There is one change you might not like, something that tests a human’s love for my kind.”
That’s when he stopped talking. Will lay there with his eyes closed, tracing lazy circles on his lower back. There was some tension in Will’s brow and his breathing wasn’t as relaxed as it had been moments ago. It was clear that whatever Will had to tell him, he believed that despite everything they’d said to each other, pledged, vowed, confessed, it would be a deal-breaker. If that were true, then he’d take the blood-drinking off the table. Except…
“I want to be with you as long as is inhumanly possible. What could your blood possibly do to me that would override that desire?”
Will took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s a matter of survival. Our kind always finds a way to continue. No females? No problem. We create them.” Will stopped again, frustrating the hell out of him.
So he thought and considered what would be the logical continuation of what Will had been saying.
The light came on, a ridiculous leap of explanation that was so far-fetched that he almost didn’t say it. As it was, he tested if what he was thinking was right, using an indirect path.
“Mackie’s pregnant, isn’t he?”
Will’s eyes popped open and he lifted his hand to run his fingers through Damien’s hair. “You are very smart, indeed.”
Excited to have got it right, he pushed to a sitting position, straddling Will’s torso. “Lucien gave birth to Demi?” When Will nodded, he added softly, “And Luuk birthed Annika.”
Will froze.
Damien peered at him intently. “You have to tell me everything, Will. I deserve the truth and I can handle it. Who gave birth to Annika?”
“I did.”
The answer wasn’t unexpected. He’d worked it out already, the same as he had about the others. It seemed impossible that males could become fertile females, as well. The idea that someone who epitomized masculinity had done so, in particular blew his mind.
He splayed his fingers over Will’s abdomen. “You have a uterus here?”
Will nodded.
Oh God, do I have questions, weird ones. “Do you ovulate every month? You know, have a period?”
Will barked out a laugh. “No. That is not part of our biology, so I don’t have to deal with that. I have nothing but respect for human women. It is amazing what they’ve accomplished over the centuries, despite what nature and males throw at them.”
Damien smiled. “Okay, that means we can have sex pretty much every day.”
“I would like to think so.”
There was only one more question to ask. “How did she get out? C-section?” That seemed obvious, now that he thought about it.
In way of an answer, Will rolled them onto their sides. “No. The human boys we change give birth that way. My body had a more natural process. It’s how I was able to keep it from the others.”
“First, why didn’t you want them to know?”
“It’s complicated. Alex was our captain and he has kept us together and fought the vicious ambitions of Dracul. He took on a role that would never have happened on our home world. He would have been a valued drone, and under extreme circumstances, a temporary leader until some young drone changed and produced the next queen. He has held the mantle of power for a very long time. I suppose I did him the disservice of worrying he couldn’t step aside.”
“Oh, baby”—Damien kissed him—“you must have been so scared, especially after losing Luuk. Alone in your fear and your duty.”
“You understand. My beautiful boy.” He kissed Damien, taking longer, deepen
ing it, sending Damien’s tired dick into motion. Will’s was already hard and needy between them.
He broke away. “Wait, before you fuck me into the mattress again, I still don’t get how Annika came out.”
Will lifted his leg and took one of Damien’s hands at the same time. He guided his fingers to a spot between Will’s balls and his hole. The flesh there was slightly ridged, as if it had been cut or damaged at some point.
“Here?” Will nodded. “But not a C-section?”
“No. My body created the necessary channel for her to be delivered, then closed up again.”
“Wow. So, um, not a third place to fuck you, huh?”
Will threw back his head and laughed. He rolled Damien over. “It doesn’t freak you out?”
“Do my piercings? Or my tattoos?”
Will licked a stripe up one of Damien’s neck tats. “Not in the least. They are part of what makes you the boy I love. I especially love the ornament in your tongue.”
“Then stop worrying about my reactions to your characteristics. I think once I accepted the whole alien-vampire thing, the rest was anticlimactic.”
“Please be sure. Very sure. Because it’s not only about my biology or how you could end up fathering another Queen. We are still at war. We had hoped that because Petru and Merlin were brought into line by Annika, that all of the others would be, too. Bran has made it clear it won’t be that easy.”
“I’m ready to fight alongside you. I’m willing to die for you.” It sounded cheesy to his ears, and yet the strength of the emotion behind it made it very real.
“That will never happen. I won’t let it. More of us are arriving shortly. We won’t be short of warriors. And when this is done, you and I will build whatever family we want.”
“Good. I’m on board with that. In the meantime, let me reintroduce you to my tongue piercing.”
* * * *
For the first time in their relationship, Mackie led. Taking Val by the hand, they went to the medical suite that Harry had built-out in the new building. It had everything they could ever need, including an operating theater. He’d been here briefly when poor Elliot had been in residence for a few days, mostly to lend moral support to Damien. Mackie hadn’t been and still wasn’t quite brave enough to look too closely at the room where Harry would cut the baby out of him. In several months, he’d be in there, whether he wanted to be or not. He trusted that Harry would perform the C-section successfully, that all would end well, yet the idea of it scared him. It was a part of this pregnancy he didn’t look forward to. Even the throwing up was preferable.
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