Page 155 of Claim of Blood
Lander disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. He cleaned himself first with efficient movements, then handed it to Adam, who wiped his own skin clean with methodical care.
Leo reached desperately for the cloth, but Adam pulled it away with a shake of his head.
“No,” Adam said again, his voice gentle but implacable. “Everyone will smell our claim on you. Everyone will know exactly who you belong to, exactly how thoroughly you’ve been used.”
Leo stared at him, mouth falling open in shock. “Adam, I can’t—people will talk—”
“It’s not a request, beauty,” Adam said, softer now, his hand coming up to stroke Leo’s flushed cheek with tender fingers. “It’s what I need tonight. I need them to smell us on you, to see that you’re ours completely.”
Leo swallowed hard, his throat working as he processed the demand. The thought of walking into dinner with the scent of their lovemaking clinging to him, of everyone knowing exactly what had happened, should have horrified him. Instead, he felt a strange thrill of arousal mixed with his embarrassment.
“Okay,” he whispered finally, nodding. “If that’s what you need.”
Adam’s smile was brilliant, worth every moment of discomfort to come. “Good boy. My perfect, obedient boy.” He leaned down to kiss Leo deeply, his lips still carrying the faint coppery taste of Leo’s blood mixed with something that was purely Adam. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft with affection.
“We should get ready,” Adam said, pressing one more kiss to Leo’s forehead before getting up from the bed and padding naked to the closet.
Lander sat down beside Leo, his weight making the mattress dip. His cheeks still held a hint of color from their activities, making his pale skin seem almost human. His lips were swollen from Adam’s rough treatment, and there was something soft and satisfied in his expression.
“You alright?” Lander asked quietly, his hand finding Leo’s and squeezing gently.
Leo squeezed back, managing a shaky smile. “Yeah. Just processing.” His mind still felt fuzzy around the edges, thoughts drifting like smoke. The blood loss and intense orgasms had left him floating in a strange, dreamy state where everything seemed slightly unreal.
Adam opened the closet doors, sorting through the hanging clothes. “Tonight’s dinner is in the underground banquet hall,” he explained as he pulled out three suits. “It’s the last formal affair before things become more festive. After dinner, there will be dancing and drinking. Then at sunset, the coven will hold their final solstice ritual.”
Leo propped himself up on his elbows, swaying slightly. “Will the pack and covens stay after that?”
“The families will leave after,” Adam said, laying the suits on a nearby chair. “But everyone else will remain. The solstice isn’t just a ritual for Re anymore—it’s become an important holiday for the supernatural community in Porte du Coeur.”
The words seemed to reach Leo through water, important but distant. He nodded slowly, not entirely sure he’d absorbed all the details.
Adam returned with the suits. He handed a black one to Lander, keeping another black one for himself. The last suit—a charcoal gray—he placed on the bed next to Leo.
“We match,” Leo said, his voice still slightly slurred as he looked between Adam and Lander’s identical black suits. The observation struck him as deeply significant in his current state.
Adam smiled, something possessive and satisfied in his expression. “Yes, we do.”
Leo watched through his haze as Adam turned to Lander, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. Lander tensed at first, then melted into the kiss with a soft sound. When Adam pulled back, he tilted Lander’s head to expose his throat. Leo could see faint marks there—barely visible puncture wounds.
Adam sank his fangs into those marks. Unlike with Leo, he didn’t drink. Instead, he let blood escape, small red trails that he lapped up with deliberate slowness.
Marking his territory, Leo thought drowsily, the sight sending a lazy pulse of arousal through his spent body.
When Adam finished, he helped Lander put on his shirt, buttoning it for him with careful, intimate gestures. The tenderness of it made Leo’s chest tight with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.
Leo scooted off the bed, trying to leave some of the stickiness behind on the sheets. His legs felt unsteady, and he had to grip the bedpost for a moment. Adam scowled at him, but Leo just shrugged and reached for the boxers Adam had laid out.
“At least you gave me these,” Leo said, pulling them on with a wince. The fabric immediately grew damp where cum continued to leak from his well-used body.
They dressed quickly, though Leo’s movements remained slow and uncoordinated. He was grateful for the dark pants that would hide any evidence of their activities. When he finished buttoning his shirt with clumsy fingers, Adam came over to adjust his collar, covering the bite mark with gentle touches.
“Ready?” Adam asked, his hand sliding possessively to Leo’s lower back.
They headed downstairs, past the main floor, and into the underground ballroom. Leo blinked as they descended, his blood-fogged mind struggling to process the sudden change in environment. The party was already in full swing, a riot of sound and sensation that made his head spin.
A buffet table stretched along one wall, filled with both regular food and dishes that gleamed with blood for the vampires. At the far end, a full-service bar was crowded with guests, their laughter and conversation creating a warm buzz that seemed to vibrate through Leo’s bones.
Music pulsed through the room, the bass line thrumming in rhythm with his heartbeat. The pack members were easy to spot—louder, more physical, clapping each other on the back as they laughed. The coven members gathered in smaller groups, their hands moving in subtle gestures as they talked, magic crackling faintly in the air around them.
