Page 70 of Claim of Blood
Leo
Leowoketomovement—Adam’scock, thick and insistent, sliding in and out of him. For a moment, confusion clouded his mind. When had this started? The bedroom lay veiled in darkness, the early hour barely registering on the dimly lit clock.
The realization should have startled him. Instead, warmth pooled in his belly as his body responded to the slow, purposeful invasion. Adam had taken him while he slept, claimed him without asking, and Leo’s treacherous body was already arching into it.
With his vision limited, his other senses sharpened. Cool air brushed his exposed thighs, contrasting with the heat of Adam’s chest pressed to his back. The scent of their mingled arousal thickened the air, and Adam’s controlled breathing was loud in the quiet room.
A soft moan escaped Leo as he pressed back, seeking more. More friction, more contact, more of the pleasure that made him forget to question anything. He’d welcome this new normal—waking to Adam’s touch, surrendering before his mind could catch up.
“Good morning, beauty,” Adam murmured against his neck, his voice rough with desire.
The greeting sent heat racing down Leo’s spine. As if this were perfectly ordinary. As if it was simply their routine to start the day with Adam, taking him so thoroughly that nothing else existed.
His head tilted automatically, baring his throat. The gesture came without thought now. Adam’s fangs grazed the sensitive skin before piercing it, and sparks of pleasure lit up every nerve.
The bite deepened their connection, and Leo felt what little remained of his coherent thoughts dissolve. This was what he was becoming—Adam’s willing victim, an eager participant in his undoing.
Adam’s hand slid around to grasp Leo’s cock, stroking in time with each thrust. The dual stimulation was exquisite, and Leo’s breath hitched as he pushed back desperately. He could feel Adam swelling inside him, the rhythm going ragged, his fangs tightening possessively on Leo’s neck.
“Mine,” Adam growled. “Let them all smell me on you. In you.”
The words should have horrified him. Instead, they tipped him over the edge. Everyone would know: the servants, the Court, Lander. They’d see the marks, smell the sex, understand exactly how thoroughly Leo had been claimed.
And he wanted them to know.
The orgasm crashed through him, sudden and unstoppable. A cry tore from his throat. Adam’s hand milked him through it as his muscles clenched around Adam’s cock. With a final deep thrust, Adam followed, marking Leo inside and out.
Slowly, Adam withdrew. He pressed a kiss to the fresh bite mark. “Stay here. I’ll get a cloth.”
Leo mumbled something—he wasn’t sure what—and let his body sink into the mattress.
Water ran in the bathroom. A moment later, the warm, damp cloth cleaned his thighs and stomach with careful attention.
He cracked an eye at the clock. “Six? Seriously?”
“Vampires,” Adam said with obvious amusement, tossing the cloth aside. His fingers traced lazy patterns over Leo’s hip. “Besides, I want my scent to linger on you today. A proper cleaning can wait.”
“The whole household is going to know.”
“They already do.” Adam sounded far too satisfied about it. He helped Leo sit up, steadying him when his legs threatened to give out. “Shower. Just water. Then we’ll dress and join Lander for breakfast.”
The casual way he said it—like having breakfast with Lander after being thoroughly fucked was normal—sent another wave of heat through Leo. This was his life now: being claimed, displayed, part of something he didn’t fully understand.
The shower was quick, more rinse than wash. Heat still slicked between his thighs, the undeniable evidence of Adam left inside him. He should have been ashamed. Instead, something deep inside purred with satisfaction.
Lander was waiting in the hallway, looking disgustingly composed. His knowing smile made Leo blush, but underneath the embarrassment was a thrill—he liked being seen like this, marked and claimed.
Lander’s nostrils flared, eyes darkening with something that looked too much like hunger. Leo felt an answering heat stir low in his belly.
This was what he’d become. And for the first time, he didn’t feel conflicted about it.
“Good morning,” Lander said cheerfully. “Sleep well?”
“You’re disgustingly chipper,” Leo muttered. But he didn’t mean it.
Adam’s hand settled on the small of his back, guiding him toward the stairs.
Breakfast was oddly normal: pastries and coffee for Leo, blood-laced concoctions for Adam and Lander. The quiet, domestic moment struck Leo as absurd—sitting at a sunlit table between two ancient vampires.
