Page 30 of Claim of Blood
Adam felt a spike of interest that had nothing to do with the sexual tension between them. A hunter who’d already crossed lines. Who had intimate knowledge of vampire-human compatibility. Who’d kept secrets from his family.
“Did you keep his secret?” Adam asked.
Leo’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with that perfect mixture of arousal and submission. “Y-yes. He begged.”
“Good boy.” The praise rolled off Adam’s tongue like honey laced with possession.
Across from them, Lander’s hand jerked on his cock, a reaction he couldn’t quite hide. Adam noted it, something darker unfurling in his chest.
“Lander,” he said, voice dropping to velvet. “Tug on his balls.”
Lander froze mid-stroke. “But—Adam. He’s—”
“Mine.” The word rang like a bell, cutting through whatever protest Lander had been about to make. “And so are you.”
Power pulsed out again, heavier this time, filling the space with a dominance that couldn’t be questioned. Adam watched with dark satisfaction as Lander shuddered under the weight of it.
“Would you defy me, Lander?”
A beat of tension stretched, thick and charged, before Lander’s voice came, strained. “No, First.”
Then Lander obeyed. His hand reached out, fingers curling around the base of Leo’s cock, tugging his balls down and away from his body.
Leo bucked at the touch, his moan wild and broken as sensation shot through him. Adam kept his eyes locked on Lander’s face, savoring the younger vampire’s obvious struggle, the way his breathing went ragged.
“Tell us more,” Adam commanded, never pausing his deliberate thrusts into Leo’s heat. “Felix is a hunter.”
“He took notes,” Leo managed, his words coming faster now, more fractured as Lander’s touch added another layer of sensation. “Paper. Always paper. Said electronics could be traced. I saw one—something about vampire bites. The euphoria. Compatibility. He was... researching.”
Adam filed away every word—Felix, the notebooks, the dangerous opportunity they represented. But even as he catalogued the information, part of him kept returning to the way Lander’s hand trembled as he obeyed, the flush spreading down his throat.
He forced himself to focus. “Were all Felix’s notes in paper notebooks?” he asked, voice steady despite everything.
Leo nodded, gasping. “Yeah,” he panted. “Always paper. I thought it was weird, but... yeah.”
“Old-fashioned,” Adam said. “Dangerous.” He thrust deeper, making Leo arch against him. “But deliberate.” His lips curved into a pleased smile. “Excellent work, Leo. Your information is most enlightening.”
The praise seemed to undo Leo almost as much as the physical sensations, his body going limp in Adam’s arms. Adam rewarded him with a sharper thrust, bottoming out. Leo’s moan tore through the alcove—wrecked, unrestrained, beautiful.
Something primal stirred in Adam at the sound, and before he could think better of it, he struck—fangs piercing Leo’s throat in a controlled, shallow bite meant only to trigger the euphoria. Leo’s body arched, suspended on the precipice as the bond flared between them.
His muscles clamped down, his cock twitching against his abdomen in surrender.
Adam’s gaze locked with Lander’s over Leo’s shoulder. The younger vampire was flushed, lips parted, chest heaving—so close to the edge himself.
Adam pulled back, fangs sliding free with a wet sound, his lips smeared with blood. He held Lander’s gaze steadily.
“Don’t come,” he said, voice low and dark with command.
Lander shuddered, his hand faltering on his cock. Adam could smell it—arousal, confusion, the raw effort to obey.
“Stroke him,” Adam ordered. “Both hands. Make him come.”
Lander’s hesitation lasted only a heartbeat before he obeyed, releasing himself to focus entirely on Leo. Both hands moved to Leo’s cock—one stroking the shaft, the other tugging gently at the base.
After a moment, as Leo’s breathing grew ragged, Lander’s left hand drifted back to his own cock, stroking in time with the rhythm he set on Leo. His eyes fluttered shut.
“Eyes open,” Adam commanded sharply, never pausing. “Watch.”
