Page 72 of Vampire Lee

Dillon nodded. “Want to bite me?”

Lee reared back. “No. You don’t want me to.”

Dillon grimaced. He might not, but the wound didn’t stop bleeding, and he didn’t want to have to go hunt down Mars when he was busy. “Don’t mess with my mind.”

Lee made a sound of protest. “It hurts when—”

“I know.” He looked into Lee’s eyes despite a voice in his mind telling him not to. He gestured at his scar-filled body. “I know it hurts, but I’d rather hurt and know what is happening is real than you messing with my mind.”

Shaking his head, Lee ran a hand over his arm up to his shoulder. “I never want to hurt you.”

“Ah, that’s sweet, now flick the switch to your practical brain. You’re leaking and have been for…an hour? Two? It’s not healing. Mars is neck-deep in work, and I don’t want to throw on clothes and have to go look for him, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” Lee raised his eyebrows.

“Nope, you’re not. You’re gonna bite me, then I’m gonna wash you. You’re gonna be wet and slippery, and I’m gonna touch you wherever and however I want.”

* * * *

Lee wanted to give in. He wanted to sink his fangs into Dillon’s neck and swallow him down, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. Only a couple of days ago, Dillon had refused to meet his gaze.

“I’m a bit scared.”

Dillon looked confused. “You’re scared? Of what?”

“You looking at me differently.”

Dillon shook his head and curled his arm around Lee’s shoulders. “Come on now. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get to the good stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Lee huffed a laugh only to groan when pain swamped his mind.

“Hate to break it to you, but if I bite you, it’s gonna be the good stuff for me.”

“Which means afterward, you’re mine to do what I want with. The good stuff for me.”

Lee swallowed. Hard. He was convinced Dillon wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want him to. If he said no, it would be no, so he nodded.

Dillon placed the shower head in the holder and turned them. Then he leaned back and rested his back and head against the tiles, baring his throat. Lee took it as the invitation it was and stepped closer.

First, he placed a kiss on the exposed skin only to have Dillon jump. “Relax, or try to at least.”

Dillon let out a shaky breath, and Lee considered putting a stop to it all. This was not what Dillon needed.

“Lee.” It was the exasperated tone that made him close the distance between them anew. He wound his arms around Dillon, fastened his lips over the throbbing pulse point, and allowed his fangs to pierce the skin.

Dillon jerked and hissed, but Lee held him tight, so he wouldn’t tear anything. After the initial jolt of surprise, Dillon relaxed in his hold. The taste exploded on his tongue, and he moaned. Best blood ever. He’d never tasted anything as good, and if this was what humans tasted like, he wondered what the hell it was he’d been drinking when he’d believed he’d had human before.

Fingers dug into his shoulders but not to fight him off. Dillon clung to him, and it had another moan escaping. Fucking hell, he never wanted this to end. He swallowed and swallowed again. His body was knitting together, he could sense a tingling burn in his side and knew it had stopped bleeding without looking.

He allowed himself a few more swallows since he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to taste anything as good again, then he retracted his fangs and licked over the puncture wounds. He kept his lips fastened to Dillon’s skin until he was sure it had sealed.

When he looked up at Dillon, his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. Lee wanted to kiss him, but he’d taste of blood.

“Okay?” What came out was a hoarse whisper. Dillon opened his eyes and nodded.

Lee wasn’t sure he believed him and ran his hands over his arms and shoulders, reaching for the soap and doing what Dillon had said he’d do to him—get him wet and slippery.

At some point, Dillon took the bar from him and worked up a good lather. He ran his hands over his shoulder, down over his chest, and got his belly all soapy. Then he gently ran his hand over where the puncture wounds had been. They were sealed now.

“It worked.” He leaned forward and kissed his collarbone, then his throat, only to press his lips against Lee’s.

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