Page 85 of Claim of Blood
The threat hung between them. Lander swallowed hard and resumed unbuttoning with shaking hands. Behind them, Leo swayed, already drunk on the blood compatibility. His pupils were blown wide, breath shallow and wanting.
Adam pulled Leo back against his chest, sliding his hands under the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Leo melted into him instantly, a broken whimper escaping his lips as his head fell back to Adam’s shoulder. His fingers found Leo’s nipples, teasing them until Leo arched into the touch like he was drowning and Adam was the only air.
“Please,” Leo breathed, the word a ragged confession.
“Keep going,” Adam ordered Lander, his voice carrying that edge of violence that made the younger vampire flinch but obey.
Lander toed off his shoes, socks following, never taking his eyes off Adam’s hands on Leo’s body. He pulled his shirt free and dropped it, but his movements were still too slow, too careful.
“Faster,” Adam snapped, impatience sharpening his tone. “Unless you want me to do it for you.”
Lander’s fingers fumbled with his belt, then shoved his pants and briefs down in one motion. He stepped out of them, standing bare in the lamplight, his usual confidence nowhere to be found.
Adam savored the sight as he stripped Leo’s shirt away and pushed jeans and boxers down his legs. Leo was boneless against him, moaning quietly every time Adam’s hands grazed his skin.
“So good for me,” Adam murmured against Leo’s ear, watching Lander’s face flush at the praise. “Always so perfect.”
Releasing Leo, Adam circled Lander slowly, his hand trailing possessively down his hip. Lander’s confusion and arousal tangled in the air—fear and heat mixing until Adam’s fangs ached. The sight of him, already hard despite his hesitation, sent a dark thrill through Adam’s chest.
Adam wrapped a hand around Lander’s cock, stroking him slow and deliberate. Lander’s breath hitched, hips jerking forward before he managed to catch himself, shame tightening his jaw.
“You like this,” Adam said softly, each word a scalpel. “Even when you’re afraid.”
“I don’t—”
Adam’s grip tightened, making him gasp. “Don’t lie to me.” His thumb swept over the head of Lander’s cock, smearing the evidence of want. “Your body doesn’t lie, even if your mouth does.”
Adam’s grip tightened, making him gasp. “Don’t lie to me.” His thumb swept over the head of Lander’s cock, smearing the evidence of want. “Your body doesn’t lie, even if your mouth does.”
He released him abruptly, watching Lander sway forward, helpless to stop himself from chasing the contact before he forced stillness back onto his limbs.
“On your knees.”
Lander’s mouth opened, closed. “Adam, please—”
“Now.” The word cracked out, power lacing it so that Lander dropped to the carpet in a heartbeat.
Adam stepped forward, threading his fingers through blond hair before yanking his head back. His fangs descended as their eyes met. Lander’s breath came shallow, fast.
“Who do you belong to?”
“I—I don’t understand—”
Adam tightened his hold, just shy of pain. “Answer me.”
“I belong to you, Adam.” The words were ragged. “I’m yours to command.”
The submission lit something dark and satisfied in Adam’s chest. He released him, turned, and seized Leo’s wrist, dragging him toward the bed. The hunter went without resistance, pliant as warm wax.
Adam shoved Leo chest-down over the edge of the bed. The hunter moaned as his toes barely touched the floor, his hips high and exposed, rutting helplessly into the duvet in search of friction.
Adam turned back to Lander—still kneeling, still naked, still hard.
A simple two-fingered beckon. When Lander began to rise, Adam’s dominance flared again.
“Crawl.”
Lander recoiled. “What? No, I won’t—”
