Page 87 of Claim of Blood
Lander’s third finger slid in and Leo arched with a gasp, fingers twisting the sheets. Adam reached beneath him, lifting Leo’s hips and sliding a pillow under him like placing a precious offering at the altar.
Lander hesitated again. The flicker of it—of resistance—was enough.
Adam moved. One hand clamped around the nape of Lander’s neck, the other curled possessively around his cock.
“Still fighting me?” he murmured, voice soft as silk and just as cutting. “Even now?”
Without waiting for an answer, Adam guided him to Leo’s entrance. Using his hip against Lander’s ass, he pressed him forward until Lander sank into Leo with a groan that wasn’t entirely willing.
“Fuck him,” Adam ordered, voice low and dangerous. His grip remained on Lander’s neck, a leash made of flesh.
Lander obeyed, thrusting slowly. His breath stuttered. Leo whimpered beneath him.
But this wasn’t jealousy—this was orchestration. Adam didn’t want to stop it. He wanted to control every motion. Every moan. Every inch Lander gave and every inch he took.
Adam leaned in, forcing Lander down until his chest lay flush to Leo’s back. Then he tilted Leo’s head, exposing the untouched side of his throat.
“Feed.”
Perfect obedience. Perfect submission. Perfect control.
Lander flinched. Just a heartbeat. But then instinct won. His fangs dropped, and he bit down. Leo sobbed at the dual invasion—cock and fangs—and Adam’s chest swelled with dark satisfaction.
Their sounds—Leo’s broken cries, Lander’s groaning breaths—blended into something primal. The scent of blood, sex, and submission filled the room.
Adam watched for another beat, then retrieved the lube. When he returned, he slicked his fingers and pressed them to Lander’s entrance. The vampire jolted forward with a strangled noise.
Adam growled, dragging his tongue over the bleeding mark Lander had left in Leo’s throat, sealing it. “You’re going to take me now. While you fuck him.”
Lander didn’t stop moving. His rhythm faltered but never ceased. His body shook under Adam’s hands, caught between resistance and obedience.
Adam slid one finger in, then two. Lander moaned around Leo’s throat. Adam sought the younger vampire’s prostate with merciless precision, his other hand gripping blonde hair and tugging hard.
Lander tore free of Leo’s neck with a gasp, blood smeared on his lips.
Adam leaned close. “Still want to pretend you’re not mine?”
Lander’s reply was choked. “Please...”
Adam let the silence hang.
“Please what, Lander?” His voice was silk over steel. “Say it. Beg me.”
A war raged behind Lander’s eyes—pride clawing at the edges of unraveling need. His jaw clenched, trembled, then broke.
“Please fuck me, Adam.”
Adam’s breath caught. Not because of the plea itself, but the honesty that fractured every word. The resentment. The surrender.
“Good boy,” Adam whispered, lining himself up. “Hate it all you want. Your body already knows who it belongs to.”
He pushed in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Lander whimpered, his body rigid with tension. Adam stilled, savoring the tremor in his muscles, the clench of heat around him—a perfect fit forged in defiance.
Then he moved.
Each thrust ground Lander deeper into Leo’s slick body, until all three of them were caught in the rhythm. Lander gasped,his control unraveling. Adam wrapped an arm around his chest, hauling him tighter.
“Fuck him,” he ordered, voice roughened by restraint. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
