Page 86 of Claim of Blood
“You will,” Adam said coldly. Power rolled off him, pressing the younger vampire to the carpet. “Or I’ll make you.”
A long, tense pause—then Lander’s pride cracked. He dropped onto his hands and crawled forward, humiliation burning behind his eyes. The contrast, how strong Lander was, how fiercely proud, and yet how quickly Adam could reduce him to this… it sent another pulse of pleasure through Adam’s ancient blood.
When Lander reached the bed, Adam threaded his fingers into that blond hair, not yanking yet—just feeling the weight of it, the tension wound tight beneath the surface.
“Show me how well you can use that tongue.” He pushed Lander’s face between Leo’s spread cheeks. “Open him up for me. Make him beg.”
Lander’s eyes flicked up. That final hesitation hovered—but Leo’s scent was thick in the air, and the compatibility thrummed between them like a live wire.
Then Lander bent forward.
The first swipe of his tongue made Leo gasp, his whole body jolting. The next moan was louder. Lander found a rhythm fast—his hunger clear now, his hands bracing Leo open as he worked his mouth deeper. Pride warred with instinct, but Adam could already see it—the surrender, the need.
He settled beside Leo, fingers carding through auburn hair as he watched Lander worship his claim. “That’s it,” Adam murmured. “Show me how obedient you can be.”
This wasn’t his usual preference. But this—Lander’s submission, Leo’s helpless pleasure—was intoxicating.
After several minutes, Leo was moaning into the sheets, hips rolling in time with Lander’s mouth. His whole body flushed, glistening.
“Add a finger,” Adam said.
He could orchestrate this forever, he realized. Command every touch, every sensation, every breath between them. A dormant need awakened, a thing that had slumbered for millennia, now roused and demanding to be fed with absolute control.
Lander obeyed instantly. One finger, then two, working Leo open as the hunter trembled. When the third slid in, Leo let out a cry and came, untouched, his climax painting the bedspread.
“Stop.”
Lander stilled immediately, breathing hard. Adam hauled Leo to the center of the bed, flipping him onto his back, then looked to Lander again.
“Kneel between his thighs.”
Lander moved into place, and Adam tossed the lube to him with casual dominance.
“Prep him properly. You’re going to fuck him.”
Lander caught the tube but froze, his eyes going wide with shock. “What? No.” Lander shook his head, backing up. “He’s your claim, Adam. I can’t—this isn’t right.”
Adam moved toward him slowly, dangerously. “Isn’t it?” His hand found Lander’s cock again, still hard. “Leo is mine to command. Just like you.”
“I won’t—”
Adam’s grip tightened. “Won’t pretend you don’t want this?”
He turned Lander’s face toward Leo. “Look at him. Spread open. Still wet. Still wanting.”
Lander’s breath faltered. Adam’s other hand slid down his chest. “Adam...”
“You want to touch him,” Adam whispered. “You’ve thought about it. I’m giving you permission.”
He guided Lander back between Leo’s thighs and finally let go. The younger vampire stared at the slick mess between Leo’s legs and swallowed hard.
“Prep him. Now.”
Compulsion laced the words, and Lander obeyed, slicking his fingers and pushing them back into Leo’s loosened hole. Leo moaned, pliant beneath him, his body already responding.
Adam settled beside Leo, fingers threading through his hair. “That’s it,” he murmured, eyes fixed on Lander. “See how easily he takes you? How much he wants this? You’re not taking anything from me. You’re serving me. Serving us both.”
Power pulsed through him—thick and electric, heavier than lust. This wasn’t just about pleasure or blood. This was about dominance. Claiming. Ownership. Not just of Leo, but of Lander, too.
