Page 27 of Across the Sapphire Sea
“If you say so,” said Frans, apparently indifferent as long as he got to stick his cock in something. He crawled onto the bed and over Elias.
Valeri struck from behind, knocking Frans off Elias and sinking fangs into his shoulder.
“Wha—”
In a flash, Elias sat up and bit the other shoulder. He sent a wave of calm, and a pleasure so deep as to lull the fright from the drunk’s body and turn him to pudding. Valeri wouldn’t have bothered. Wouldn’t have cared if Frans was terrified or aroused. But Elias didn’t think he deserved the fear, so he stole it away as he stole the blood.
Hot, thin from the alcohol, and salty on his tongue, the copper nectar warmed his throat as he swallowed. Valeri’s hand had replaced his own on his cock and stroked him as he drank his fill. They sandwiched Frans between them, Elias at his front and Valeri at his back.
Frans melted into the bed, mindlessly thrusting his hips in a lazy rhythm. A pleasured whimper escaped his lips. Between the excess of ale and the blood loss, his cock had softened, but he moaned like he was coming anyway.
With one last swallow, Elias pulled back and licked the punctures closed. Too much more and they risked permanent damage. More still and they could kill him.
The alcohol from Frans’s bloodstream went straight to Elias’s head. A pleasant wave of dizzy tingles rolled through his limbs. He felt light and content.
And horny.
Valeri still fisted his cock. Elias rocked into the motion, wanting more, wanting it harder. Valeri owed him a fuck and Elias intended to claim it. He reached around Frans to stroke Valeri’s flank.
“Lover?” Elias mumbled, his eyes closed, lost in pleasure. “I want you.”
The moment stretched like taffy—Elias’s need, the soft sucking sound of Valeri still feeding, the slowingthump thump thumpof Frans’s heartbeat.
Elias blinked, forced the drunken stupor aside, and shoved at Valeri’s shoulder. “Stop it, you’re taking too much!”
Valeri stared at Elias, fangs still embedded in Frans’s shoulder, and stubbornly continued. His expression dared Elias to interfere.
“Valeri, don’t kill him.”
Rolling his eyes, Valeri popped free of Frans’s flesh, leaving two open wounds oozing blood. His fangs were covered in red. He let the crimson liquid drip down his chin carelessly. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“You promised!” Elias shrieked.
Valeri squeezed his cock in warning. “Shh, you’ll wake our hosts.”
Elias batted his hand off and pulled away. “Then stop. Close his wounds and let him go.”
“I want to finish him.” Valeri’s eyes darkened with menace. “Who are you to tell me not to?”
Elias’s jaw dropped. After four years together, the words stung. “I’m your partner.”
“You’re my fledgling. You answer to me, not the other way around.”
Elias shook his head in disbelief. This argument was endless and exhausting. He left the bed and began to dress.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Elias stepped into his pants. “Leaving.”
Valeri tossed Frans off the bed without healing his wounds and crossed the floor to Elias, gripping his wrist to stop his progress. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
“I don’t need your permission.” Elias tugged his wrist free and put on his shirt.
Valeri spoke through clenched teeth. “We aren’t done here.”
“I am.” Elias pulled on his boots.
“Elias.” Valeri tried a capitulatory tone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed. “Don’t go. We have the room all night.”
