Page 79 of Over the Emerald Valley
How had he lost track of his senses so quickly?
When the room stopped spinning and the urge to continue drinking receded, he trusted himself enough to check on Solon. They were on the stone floor, slumped next to the lounge, in a pile of tangled limbs.
Though Solon lay in a boneless heap, his eyes were bright, and a sweet smile spread across his face. “It worked.”
Temaj blinked as he took it all in. His vision was back to normal. No, not normal, better than normal. He could see with such clarity even the furniture seemed alive. The gold velvet of the lounge was a sea of shifting tones, each weave in the fabric crystal clear like through a glass lens.
His breath caught as he gazed at Solon, his black silken hair shining in the low light of the lamps, his sparkling brown eyes, his new pearlescent fangs.
“Did I hurt you?” asked Temaj, for as beautiful as Solon looked, he also seemed fragile.
Solon shook his head. “I’m unharmed. See?” He held up the wrist Temaj had drunk from, and sure enough, the wounds had already closed.
Incredible. “But you aren’t well. You need more now, don’t you?”
A shuddering breath rattled Solon’s chest. “Yes.”
“Should I bring you a sheep?”
“Later.” Solon’s eyes darkened. He curled his hand around Temaj’s cock, still stiff and proud, tenting the green linen pants he wore.
Temaj’s mouth dropped open.Oh, yes.This, he wanted. More than the blood, more than the power, but this. Solon’s hands on him. Solon’s desire for him.Solon.
He thrust into Solon’s grip, eager and needy. A whimper escaped his lips, followed by a moan as Solon slipped his hand beneath the fabric and tugged his cock out.
“Wait, wait.” Temaj shimmied out of the garment. “Let me be naked for you.” He cast away his clothes, forgotten, and pulled Solon’s hand back to his length. “Yes.”
Solon’s long strokes felt divine—even without his normal grip strength, even with nothing to slick the way. Just skin on skin was a whole new experience with their senses so heightened by the blood.
When his mouth landed on Temaj’s, the dueling points of pleasure battled for his attention. They shared the spicy metallic taste, tongues questing and dragging along freshly sharpened teeth.
As much as Temaj enjoyed Solon’s weight over him and the steady massage of Solon’s hand on his shaft, the desire to test his strength won out. With a growl he didn’t know he could make, Temaj rose, taking Solon with him, handling the bigger man as if he were made of feathers and not flesh and blood.
He manhandled Solon beneath him on the lounge and peeled away his clothes until every inch of skin was revealed. He sat on his heels between Solon’s legs and stared.
“Magnificent.” Temaj breathed the word in reverence. Nothing had ever been so true. The chiseled lines of Solon’s torso, the muscles that flexed in his thighs, the flushed cock standing rigid at his groin. The man was perfection and entirely under Temaj’s control.
The power went straight to his head as Solon lay back, watching him with a gentle curiosity that made Temaj want to experiment.
“What can I do to you?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Solon say it.
“Anything you like.” Solon offered his body the same way he’d offered his help, his protection, his heart—with everything he had to give.
The experience was intoxicating. “Can I fuck you?”
Solon’s pupils blew wide. He nodded.
“Say it.”
“You can fuck me, plucky.”
Temaj grinned. “Not such a prude after all, are you?” He drank Solon in. His beauty, his submission, his total attention. “Perhaps I will.” From where he sat, it was easy to grab Solon beneath the thighs, to yank him farther down the lounge, further under his control. “Another time. I know exactly what I want now.”
“Yours. Anything.”
“I love to hear you say it.” Temaj climbed over him, first to deliver a scorching kiss, then to turn and maneuver his knees on either side of Solon’s head. “Suck me.”
Solon obeyed before the words had left Temaj’s lips, taking the crown into his mouth like the most savory delicacy. His tongue went to work with a series of intimate caresses that had Temaj panting for more.
