Page 14 of Claim of Blood
Matthews slammed his back against the brick wall, forcing the air from his lungs. God, he was hard. It was humiliating how fast his body reacted. His cock throbbed against his jeans, and part of him hated himself for it. The other part wanted more.
Then Matthews was in his space, mouth hot against his neck. The sensation sent shivers through Leo’s entire body. He clutched at Matthews’ shirt, gasping at the dangerous press of that mouth against his pulse point. Instinctively, helplessly, he tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat.
“What are you doing in my territory, hunter?” Matthews growled against his skin.
“Get your hands off me,” Leo tried to snarl, but his voice cracked. When their eyes met, Leo let out a small, desperate whimper and found himself baring his throat again.
Matthews growled low in his chest. “Stop that.”
“I can’t help it,” Leo whispered. “I don’t know why.”
“You are mine, that’s why. Now, why are you here?”
Leo blinked, trying to focus through the haze of sensation. “Wait, you know I’m a hunter?” His mind was fracturing under Matthews’ presence. Every stroke of the vampire’s hands across his body sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him, muddling his thoughts and making him crave things his family would disown him for wanting.
Then he was kissing him. Leo was aware of initiating it, of pressing his mouth against the vampire’s, but he couldn’t begin to explain why. It felt inevitable, as necessary as breathing.
Matthews growled into the kiss, sharp teeth catching at Leo’s lower lip. A firm hand gripped his jaw as Matthews forced his mouth open, plunging his tongue deep inside. The kiss was claiming, consuming.
Matthews spun him around, slamming him face-first into the wall. Strong hands made quick work of his jeans, popping the button and yanking down the zipper.
“Lube,” Leo panted against the brick. “Wallet.”
He hadn’t understood why he’d felt compelled to tuck the lube into his wallet before leaving the house. Some instinct had whispered that he might need it.
“Good boy,” Adam murmured, his voice dark with approval.
Through hazy eyes, Leo watched his wallet arc through the air, landing forgotten in some corner.
Two slicked fingers pushed into him with unrelenting pressure. Leo moaned, high and wrecked. He’d done this before—with others, on his own—but nothing had ever felt like this. Not like this. It wasn’t the stretch; it was the intent. The way Matthews moved inside him like he already owned every inch.
It was maddening. Fingers were fingers, he knew that. But these were Matthews’ fingers. And Leo’s body reacted like it had been waiting its whole life for them. His cock throbbed, leaking against the cool air. He should be fighting back. He should be screaming. Instead, he pushed back onto those fingers like a fucking whore.
“What’s my name, beauty?” The words vibrated against his neck.
“A-Adam Matthews,” Leo stuttered as those fingers twisted inside him, deliberately brushing over his prostate.
“You know who I am. What I am.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yes.”
“You should be afraid.”
“I am...” Leo groaned, the words dissolving into pure need as Adam withdrew his fingers.
The blunt head of Adam’s cock pressed against his entrance. Adam’s grip on his hips was bruising as he forced his way inside with one long, relentless thrust. Leo’s mind scattered, pain and pleasure blending until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
When he felt Adam’s hips flush against him, Leo’s head fell to the side without conscious thought, baring his throat in desperate offering.
Adam snarled something ancient before fangs pierced his jugular. Pain bloomed for a heartbeat—sharp, searing—and then pleasure devoured it. Leo shattered. His orgasm tore through him like lightning, white-hot and helpless. His body clamped down around Adam’s cock as if trying to hold him there forever.
Strong fingers twisted in his hair, holding him in place as Adam drank from him, each pull sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through him. He was drowning in it, lost to everything but the feeling of Adam feeding from him, claiming him in ways that terrified him even as his body begged for more.
Wait. No. That thought should frighten him. He tried to clear his head, to think past the pleasure-drunk haze, but Adam’s name echoed through his mind like a prayer.
Adam’s tongue swept over the bite mark on his throat, soothing the punctures. Adam grunted, his hips grinding deep as warmth flooded Leo’s insides. The sensation triggered Leo’s second orgasm, his cock pulsing as he painted the wall.
Still panting, Leo barely registered when Adam’s strength vanished. He slid down the wall, his legs tangling in the jeans at mid-thigh. His forehead pressed against the rough brick as his hand moved shakily to his abdomen, feeling the warmth of Adam’s spend inside him.
