Page 9 of Envious Of Fire
Tristan leans into her, his misty blue eyes gleaming with mischief.I shall be breaking one of our most sacred decrees and going behind Lord Markadian’s back to speak with a deadly outlaw versed in the most forbidden of dark arts.
To that, Raya rolls her eyes.
In other words, yes, please, and thank you.
2.
Peace & Quiet.
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There is a large painting of a lion on the wall—a king of his pride, regal and pulsing with undeniable command, blazing in bold oranges and fiery golds, his eyes stinging with greens and sensitive blues and highlighted with amber tints of wisdom.
It is Kyle’s best work to date, if he does say so himself.
“It’s obviously me, right?” asks a rather cocky Elias tonight, coming up from behind to lock his arms around his lover.
Kyle breaks a smile, enjoying the kisses Elias places up the back of his neck. “The lion’s my favorite animal.”
“Other than me?” He reaches Kyle’s ear, takes a nip.
“The way you keep nibbling me like a sirloin, you’d think you were the one who drinks blood around here.”
“Can I help that the mere sight of you makes me crazy?” A growl rattles up his throat. “I want you so bad tonight.”
“You know I’m heading to the bar soon, babe.”
“That still leaves us ten or fifteen to mess around. Will you even have any customers? Who the fuck drinks on a Tuesday?”
“In this town? Everyone.”
“Only you.” Elias turns Kyle around and presses him to the wall. “And I’m the only one you drink.”
“Elias …”
“Just one bite before you go?”
With Elias, it is never just one bite. The man is addicted to being Kyle’s only source of satisfying his thirst. Kyle can feel Elias’s longing for being bitten even now, thanks to his uniqueability to feel the emotions of others. What is it that Kyle finds so delectable about Elias? Is it his excitement in showing how strong and fearless he is, to take on Kyle’s hunger? Is it that specialness of being Kyle’s lone object to satisfy his needs?
Or is it something more selfless that drives Elias, perhaps slightly sacrificial, to give a piece of himself to Kyle every night, that both feeds and suppresses the monster within?
“You can be gentle,” says Elias, “or as rough as you like. I can take whatever you got, you sexy thirsty fuck. You know I’m all yours. You know I’m just your piece ofmeat.”
This is their brand of dirty talk.
Kyle feels Elias’s heart accelerating the more he goads him into biting. The anticipation crackles between their bodies, like a literal current from Elias’s inviting veins to Kyle’s teeth.
It isn’t a difficult sale—Elias. He is handsome. Sturdy. Eyes that rage like the sun. Golden brown skin that grows warmer at his cheeks, as if the flame of his mortal life burns through them. His voice, unexpectedly velvety and smooth, with a daring edge that sharpens when he’s turned on, like right now. His white tank top stretches over his chest and runs down his tapering form, showing off his proud and dominant posture, before the material pools at his hips, meeting the waist of his low-hanging grey-black jeans that fit snugly on his thighs.
It is no secret that Kyle can overpower his mortal boyfriend Elias and break him with distressing ease. It is perhaps that fact that makes Elias’s taunting all the more thrilling—and proving both his devotion and unwavering valor.
If there is anything in existence Elias shies away from, Kyle has yet to know it.
“Please?” Elias, as gently as a hot-blooded lion seducing his mate can manage, presses Kyle to the wall with his body, showing his strength, tempting Kyle’s appetite with so many tasty choices on the buffet—his smooth, supple neck, broadshoulders, meaty biceps as they bulge with his efforts … “Don’t make me beg.”
“You already are,” whispers Kyle back.
“Don’t make me whimper, then.”
