Page 26 of Across the Sapphire Sea
It was the sounds that threw him over, free-falling into bliss, his toes curling as he came. Valeri’s seed spilled between them, coating his hand and painting his new shirt. His heart thundered in his chest as each tingling shudder of pleasure took hold and released.
As his climax began to release him from its seductive prison, Valeri struck. The bite he’d been waiting for came as a surprise. A welcome and sharp surprise. A sting as fangs pierced flesh, then another sweeping roll of pleasure when Valeri sucked on the wound. Elias’s balls drew tight and gave of themselves again, his cock rallied valiantly, and he shook with sheer gluttonous lust.
Elias clung to Valeri as the vampire licked the wounds closed and kissed his neck. It had been perfect and only their first time. What could they build with alchemy such as theirs?
Elias caught his breath enough to ask, “Are you always like this?”
Valeri pulled back to meet his gaze, eyes a fiery chestnut brown. “I’ve never been like this. I find you impossible to resist.”
There was blood on his mouth as he smiled.
Elias should be afraid, but he only wanted more.
* * *
Elias, Present, 1432 Common Era
Valeri returned with the drunk from the bar. The man’s name was Frans, a fisherman local to Rauma, and he, like many others, had to wait out ship repairs before he got back to work. The storm had done a number on many of the boats in the area.
Elias lay nude atop the covers as they entered. He wasn’t shy, and he remembered the flicker of interest Frans had shown before they left. What Frans didn’t know was that Valeri would never share what he considered to be his alone. And that was fine by Elias. Frans had one purpose only—to feed them. Afterward he’d be discarded to sleep it off and forget. He’d wake up alone, room paid for, wondering why he’d slept there and who had picked up the tab.
Frans looked Elias over from head to toe, gaze lingering somewhere in the middle, the grin on his face steadily widening.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Valeri teased.
Frans wobbled on his feet. “Aye, very nice. Like a cherub.”
“Wait until you hear the noises he makes, better than tears of the poppy on the tongue and more stimulating too.” Valeri slipped his hand to the ties about Frans’s collar and began to unlace them.
Elias could smell Frans from where he lay on the bed—still stretched languidly for Valeri’s enjoyment—a mix of ale, sweat, fish…and blood. He disobeyed Valeri’s order and stroked his cock, eager to feed and then have Valeri to himself.
Valeri ignored the infraction as he tugged Frans’s shirt over his head and gave him a little push. “What are you waiting for? Go on.”
Frans stumbled forward, lust in his gaze. “What’s your name, angel?”
Elias wet his lips before answering. “Elias.”
“Turn over, Elias.” Frans unfastened his trousers on the way to the bed.
“Not so fast,” said Valeri, restraining him with a tug at his elbow.
The movement threw Frans off balance, and Valeri had to catch him or else he’d have fallen.
“The fuck?” spit Frans, pulling from Valeri’s grip. “Let me go.”
“I don’t think so. You’re awfully drunk. You might hurt him. Better let me help.”
“Don’t need help.” Frans pushed Valeri out of his way, and Valeri let it happen. Playacting like this amused him.
Elias played his part, eyes half-lidded, hand teasing his shaft enough to keep it full and rigid.
Frans stalked to the bed, tugging his ruddy cock free. “I said turn over.”
“Why? So you can pretend I’m a woman?” Elias opened his legs. “I want it like this.”
“Better do as he asks,” warned Valeri. “He’s been known to bite men who don’t.” He laughed at his own joke.
Elias would have laughed too, but the dark look in Frans’s eyes did not sit well with him. The drink had gone to his head. Elias knew a jovial drunk could morph into something more sinister with little notice. Which way would Frans go? It wouldn’t matter. Valeri wouldn’t let this progress much further.
