Page 91 of Bound in Blood
Logan shook his head. “No. But he offered to help get me ready while I sucked him off. Y’know, toeven the score.” He said in the worst Italian accent Marco had ever heard.
Logan poured a bit of the lube out into his palm before looking straight into Marco’s eyes. “This okay?”
Marco’s hands tightened on Logan’s waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles against his skin like that would ground him, like that would do anything to keep him from losing his mind completely at the thought of Logan waking upearlybecause he thought he was unfair to Marco in bed the night before. Enlisting Mateo,bribingMateo to help him…
Gesù Cristo.?*
“You’re a menace,” Marco muttered, voice rough, but he tightened his grip on Logan’s hips in a way he hoped conveyedyes, absolutely, please.
Logan smirked, tilting his head slightly as he let some of the lube from his hand drip down onto the head of Marco’s already rock-hard cock. “No, baby. If I were a menace, I’d make you beg for it.”
Marco’s entire body shuttered, his jaw clenching. This teasing wasn’t nearly as fun when it wasMarcolosing his composure so quickly. He swallowed hard, fingers threatening to leave bruises on Logan’s hips just so Marco wouldn’t lose himself completely. “Please,Logan,” he groaned, voice rough, breath shaky.
Logan hummed, pretending for a moment like he was genuinely considering if Marco’s begging was good enough. Then,finally,he took Marco’s cock in his hand, pumping up and down, nice and slow. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, making extra sure Marco is coated from base to tip, just to torture him a little more. Marco moaned again, both in agony and pleasure, thanking and cursing whatever vampire gods provided him with such a perfect mate.
“You are…” Marco exhaled sharply as Logan gave one last teasing squeeze before lifting himself slightly, positioning himself just right. “So insufferable.”
Logan tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. “And yet…” he purred, expression all mischievous as he sank down, taking Marco inside him all at once, “you love me.”
Marco swore in every language he knew.
Logan groaned, arching his back, his hands bracing against Marco’s chest as he adjusted, shifting, gasping at the fullness.
Marco was gone, absolutely ruined. Every moment, every decision, every second of his entire life had led to this moment right here. Logan was sotight,soperfect,better thananythingMarco had ever felt in his life. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak past groaning. He couldn’t process much ofanythingother than warmth and pressure andLogan, Logan, Logan.
He was so perfect like this. Wide eyed, breathless, struggling to adjust to Marco’s length. Every inch of his pale skin flushed and absolutely beautiful.
And Marco? Marco who had prided himself on being patient and self-controlled? Marco was barely fucking holding it together. If Logan movedat allin the next thirty seconds, this might end much too fast.
Marco wasn’t used to being the one unraveling so quickly.
Logan rolled his hips once, nice and slow, testing the way he stretched around Marco, seeing what he could handle.Loganmay be able to handle it, but what aboutMarco?
Marco groaned, head falling back against the pillows. He tried to think ofanything. Literally anything,except his mate fucking himself on Marco’s dick. “Merda.?*”
Logan laughed breathlessly, his body clenching around Marco in a way that sent a violent shudder up his spine. “Oh, wow.” Logan giggled, eyes bright with a newfound wickedness, “I could get used to this.”
Marco let out a sharp exhale, dragging his hands up Logan’s sides, fingers gripping him tight enough to feel it. “Keep running your mouth,caro,”he ground out, his voice barely holding steady, “and I will make you regret it.”
Logan tilted his head in defiance, smirking down at Marco. “Oh, I’m looking forward to it.” He lifted up, just slow enough to make Marco feel the unbearable drag of it, before sinking down again.
Marco swore, gripping Logan’s hips, trying to hold him still, trying desperately to get some sort ofcontrolover the situation. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe, to count backward from ten, to?—
An alarm was going off.
No, not an alarm. Logan’s phone was ringing.
Logan shifted in Marco’s lap, and Marco kept his eyes shut. Good, he had as long as it took for Logan to silence the phone to recover. He could breathe through it, he could?—
“Hey,” Logan said, only slightly breathless, which was incredibly infuriating.
Marco opened his eyes, becausesurelyLogan was talking to Marco. There’s no way he answered his fucking phone while Marco was inside him.
“No, sorry. I just woke up.” Logan faked a yawn, rolling his hips against Marco, holding up a finger to his mouth as he did it, as if to fuckingshushMarco.
What. The. Fuck.
Wasn’t this the same Logan who had come apart so easily last night? Who had melted at the slightest touch, completely undone by him and Mateo? And now, here he was, keeping his composure. Fully committed to this ridiculous fucking phone call, like he wasn’t seconds away from wrecking himself.
