Page 62 of Love Heals
"I can't do that."
Silas huffed, his features drawing tight in frustration. "Then... I don't know... dosomething."
"You managed to write that message for us," Jared reminded him. "You can do this too." He stroked his hands down Silas's sides, hoping to reassure him. "We can take it slow."
"No, not slow," Silas protested. "Don't give me time to think."
More than anything, Jared wished he knew exactly what was going on in Silas's head, so he could accommodate him properly, so he could give him what he needed. But he couldn't read the vampire's thoughts. He could only go by what Silas was willing to share. Holding Silas's chin between his thumb and forefinger, he made the vampire look at him. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
"I will," Silas said, but his words didn't sound as steady as they should have. "But I don't want you to. Not really. I want..." He bit his lower lip, either struggling to find the words or struggling to get them out. "I wantthis," he said finally, with a note of conviction, as he wrapped his arms around Jared's neck and kissed him, his full body leaning into Jared's.
Jared closed his arms around him, his mind fogging over as Silas's tongue rubbed against his own. His cock twitched in his pants, wanting in on the action, wanting to bury itself deep inside Silas.
Down boy,Jared tried to tell himself, but it was no use, not while Silas offered himself on a silver plate. Slowly, control was slipping out of Jared's grasp. It was kind of like that time Silas had tempted him into kissing him—or trying to, anyway—except Jared was pretty sure that the way he was feeling now had nothing to do with Silas's magic, and everything to do with his feelings for the vampire.
Surrendering to his instincts, Jared thrust his tongue into Silas's mouth, taking over the kiss. Silas made a low, needy sound in the back of his throat that called to Jared like a siren's song. He wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to make the vampire moan and scream his name.
Own me,Silas had told him.
Jared would.
Keeping a tight grip on the vampire in his arms, he steered them both toward the bed. With a firm yet gentle motion, he pushed Silas down onto the mattress, then crawled over him, grasping both of the vampire's hands in one of his own as he kissed him again. With his free hand, he pulled Silas's shirt up so his fingers could explore the soft skin underneath. Silas arched his back, as if he wanted to get even closer to Jared's hand, and then, another one of those needy sounds escaped his lips when Jared's fingers circled one of his nipples.
"Want me to pinch you?" Jared asked, because really, he had no experience with male nipples aside from his own, and he'd never been into that.
Silas seemed to be, though. "Please," he said on an exhale.
Jared tried pinching Silas's nipple between two of his fingers.
"Harder."
Heat shot down to Jared's groin at the pleading tone in Silas's voice. "How hard?"
"As hard as you can. Please."
God, Silas could make the word 'please' sound like the most beautiful word in the English language. When Jared heard it, he couldn't help but want to give him whatever he asked for. He applied more pressure on the hard nub between his fingers, until Silas's breath came in ragged and naturally pale skin took on a faint pink hue. "You like things rough?" he asked, rubbing the skin around Silas's nipple in a soothing motion.
"I do. Always have," Silas added after a second, as if he needed to make sure Jared knew his preferences had nothing to do with the way his sire had treated him. His eyes clouded over. "Sometimes I wonder if that's why he picked me."
"He picked you because you're perfect and he was an ass," Jared growled, and then he kissed Silas again, to stop him from thinking. His goal was to make SilasforgetNicolai, and he wasn't going to achieve that by letting the vampire linger on thoughts of his sire. Far better to kiss him, to pinch his nipple again, the other one this time, as hard as he could, until Silas whimpered into his mouth.
Mine,Jared thought, feeling way more possessive than he'd ever felt about anything. Slowly, he moved on from Silas's chest, letting his hand stray lower. He cupped the bulge in Silas's pants, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. He squeezed his hand around it, drawing a sharp breath from Silas. Moving his mouth from Silas's lips to the juncture of his neck, he lightly nipped the skin there. "See? I didn't need to tie you up," he murmured. "You want this."
"I shouldn't." Silas’s voice shook. His hands trembled in Jared's grasp, but he didn't try to move away. Not yet. Jared wouldn't stop him from fleeing if it came to that, but he hoped it wouldn't. In lieu of the ropes Silas had wanted, he tightened his hold on Silas's hands.
"You're allowed to want this," he spoke into Silas's ear. "You're a free vampire and you can sleep with whomever you like. Fuck anyone you want. Get fucked by anyone you want."
"It's not that easy."
"It can be." Jared nipped at his skin again, just below his ear. Then he darted his tongue out to lick at the spot, feeling Silas shudder beneath him. A jolt went through his own body. God, how good would Silas feel around him?
But if he wanted to fuck Silas, he'd have to let go of his hands, and Silas wasn't ready for that yet. Eventually, he hoped Silas would be. For now, though, he changed his plans and shoved his free hand past the waist band of Silas's pants. The vampire squirmed as Jared's fingers stroked along the hard length of his cock.
"Shit, Jared...."
Jared shushed him as he let his fingers run down the side his cock, exploring, reveling in the feel of it, all hot and velvety in his hand. "You came back to me," he murmured. "I wasn't sure you would."
"I..." Silas started, then stopped when Jared squeezed his cock, just a little bit. "I couldn't leave Drizzit."
