Page 21 of Golden Eagle

Nikitamoaned, and he lifted up into the touch, a full-body arch.

But a moment later he pulled off Sasha’s vein with a gasp. “Sasha–”

“Drink,” Sasha ordered. He pressed his hand down harder. “Please. Please–” His voice broke. “Nik…I want…” He panted into the collar of Nik’s shirt, not daring to pull back and meet his gaze, afraid of what he’d find there.

It was silent a moment save the rough scrape of their breathing.

And then Nikita sighed, and he nuzzled into Sasha’s throat again; Sasha felt the hot trickle of blood running down his neck, just before Nikita’s tongue traced the droplets back to the wound. He lingered there a moment, lips moving over the punctures: small, wet touches like a kiss.

Voice rough, wet, deep: “What do you want,lyubimyy?”

Sasha shivered. Tears slipped hot down his cheeks, and he pressed his face into Nik’s throat. “You. I just want you.”

Nikita purred a comforting sound. “Sweet baby, don’t shake. It’s alright.” He went back to the wound and started to drink again.

His arms closed more securely around Sasha, and he rolled them onto their sides. One hand smoothed down Sasha’s bare back, comforting and electrifying at once, and kept going. Past his waistband, over his ass – Sasha shifted forward with a whine, wanting more – and down to his thigh, pulling his leg up and over Nik’s hip. He urged him in closer, and rolled his own hips.

“Like this,” he murmured against Sasha’s skin. “Move with me.”

Sasha gasped and kept gasping, head tipping back. He couldn’t breathe, and his heart raced, but he could move, and he did. Grinding his hips against Nik’s, forward and retreat. Even through their jeans, he could feel the shape and heft of Nik’s cock, pressed up right against his own.

Nik drank, and they moved together, and the air between them grew hot, and close. Sasha clutched at him; pushed up his shirt and passed shaking hands over sweat-sticky bare skin. Wriggled closer and closer until they were flush, too hot, too close for Nikita to keep feeding.

A high, keening whine left his mouth as he came, starbursts wheeling behind his closed eyelids, every nerve on fire.

“God, God, oh God,” Nik murmured against his throat, and kissed him there, smearing hot blood.

Mate, Sasha thought,mine. And lost consciousness.

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