Page 42 of Claim of Blood
Adam ground against him, and Leo’s last coherent thought vanished. His body ignited despite the lingering weakness, a familiar hunger rising through the fog. He pressed back instinctively, seeking more contact.
“You were made for this,” Adam rumbled, the sound reverberating through Leo’s chest. The arm cinched tighter, and Leo’s breath hitched as Adam pulled him closer.
“Please,” Leo breathed, hating how natural the plea sounded, how much truth it carried.
The nightstand drawer opened, a faint scrape that barely registered over the roar in his ears. Cool lube dripped between his cheeks, Adam’s fingers following, tracing deliberately along his cleft. One finger breached him, sliding in with devastating familiarity. His muscles clenched reflexively, welcoming it.
Adam worked him open with steady precision, teasing, slicking, stretching. A second finger joined the first, making Leo gasp. He couldn’t stop pushing back, couldn’t stop the soft, broken sounds falling from his lips.
“You’re so tight,” Adam whispered, voice a dark caress. “I want you to feel every inch. I want you gaping.”
“Yes,” Leo gasped, trying to spread his legs wider. “Please.”
Adam obliged, curling his fingers until Leo saw stars. A third finger stretched him mercilessly. He arched, trembling, muscles fluttering around the intrusion.
“So eager,” Adam murmured against his ear. “Your body craves this.” His fingers pressed deeper. “Do you need my cock, beauty?”
“Yes.” Leo’s voice cracked. “Please.”
Adam slid his fingers free, leaving him empty and aching.
“Feel that?” Adam’s thumb circled his rim, slick and obscene. “That emptiness? That’s how I want you—always desperate for me.”
Leo writhed, a sound halfway between a sob and a plea. Some part of him screamed this was wrong—that he shouldn’t crave the one who’d broken him open. But that part drowned under the need pooling in his belly.
Adam flipped him onto his back, strong hands spreading his thighs wide. He pushed Leo’s knees nearly to his chest, exposing everything. Humiliation burned hot through the haze of desire.He should have twisted away. Should have said something. But the only thing that left his lips was a choked, needy plea.
The blunt head of Adam’s cock pressed against his entrance. Relief and hunger surged in equal measure. In a single thrust, Adam filled him to the hilt, forcing a strangled cry from his throat as pleasure detonated behind his ribs. He came instantly, helpless, his release painting his stomach. His body clenched around Adam’s cock like it belonged there.
“You’re mine,” Adam growled, voice thick with possession. “And I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Until every vampire in this mansion hears you come.”
The threat—promise—made his cock twitch again. Shame and need tangled in his chest until he couldn’t tell them apart.
Adam laughed, a satisfied rumble. “That was just the beginning.”
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, filling him again and again. Each thrust struck that devastating place inside him. Adam’s hand wrapped around his cock, merciless, forcing him toward another peak.
“Ah—fuck!” Leo gasped, back arching. The pleasure was too much, too sharp.
“You like this,” Adam panted, his hand tightening. “Being fucked raw. My cock in you.”
Leo could only nod, his breath coming ragged.
“Come for me again,” Adam commanded, voice dark silk. “Show me how much you love it.”
Release crashed over him again—hot, violent, impossible. Even as he trembled through it, Adam kept thrusting, the pace growing erratic. Leo felt the thick swell of Adam’s cock, the final deep lunge that tore a ragged scream from his throat.
Heat flooded him. He shuddered, boneless, as Adam collapsed over him.
“My beauty,” Adam whispered, pressing his face to Leo’s throat. “So perfect.”
Leo only managed a weak moan. He was empty, and yet completely filled.
“Mine,” Adam growled again, fangs grazing his skin. “Always mine.”
“Always yours,” Leo echoed, too wrecked to pretend otherwise.
Adam eased out with deliberate slowness, leaving Leo trembling. Then he shifted them, pulling Leo to rest against his chest.
