Page 48 of Dragon Boss (Paranormal Delights 2)

“You shouldn’t waste your blood,” Eldon said as he grabbed Gamble’s face and turned his head. Before Gamble knew what was happening, Eldon captured his mouth in a heated kiss. His pierced tongue pushed between his lips and gained access. The heady moan that came from Eldon rocked the last bit of Gamble’s resolve. He gave in fully and kissed the vampire back. He opened his mouth wider and tangled his tongue, Eldon's joining in the dance of undiluted need.

Eldon pulled back and Gamble was left chasing after him wanting to taste more. He’d willingly cut his lip, tongue, cheek anything to continue kissing him.

“I could do that all day,” Eldon said.

His gray eyes were like liquid steel as he stared at Gamble.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Your blood tastes so good. I want more.”

Yes. Gamble’s head tilted to the side once more and he moaned as Eldon’s fangs pierced his flesh again. His hand that remained under Gamble’s shirt didn’t stay still. Cool fingers flicked across Gamble’s nipples and pulled another unfamiliar sound from him.

Ah fuck.

Eldon took long pulls of his blood, his hands roaming all over Gamble; it was as if the vampire was everywhere at the same time. He wanted to be consumed by him, but it also terrified Gamble. Eldon’s fangs pulled out and Gamble wanted to beg for him to keep going to take more of him.

Gamble panted as his body screamed for more. His cock ached painfully and he prayed for the stupid vampire to move his hand a bit lower. A whimper that wasn’t his own penetrated the fog in his head and Gamble’s lashes fluttered as he reopened his eyes.

When had they closed?

He stopped breathing the moment he took in Micha. The Nephilim was on his knees, hands in his silky pajama shorts and his face flush. The color covered his chest all the way, making all of his colorful freckles stand out even more.

The room filled with even more sexual tension, making it hard to breathe.

Eldon clapped and it was as if the spell was broken. Gamble sucked in a greedy gulp of air.Why was he so affected by them?He shook his head, his brown curls swinging in his face. He needed to shower and go to sleep. He was obviously not getting enough rest.

Gamble turned on his heels, opened the door where his clothes were and ran out of the room. He didn’t look at Micha or Eldon because he knew if he did he’d stay. And once he stayed, temptation would win.

He made quick work of a shower washing the night off of him, but no matter what, he could only picture Eldon and Micha. Shit, Micha’s face had been what wet dreams were made of. The man looked like a corrupted angel.

“No, get your shit together.”

Gamble reached out of his shower for the pre-rolled joint and lighter. He lit it up and inhaled the rich smoke. It slid down the back of his throat before he exhaled. He took in a few more puffs before putting it out and finishing up his shower.

He rolled his shoulders back attempting to ease the tension in them. Gamble finished getting dressed and combed his wet hair out before he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His face was slightly flush and his pupils still blown unable to forget how good Eldon’s cool hands felt against his heated flesh. He shook his head and shoved everything he was feeling down.

Focus.

Maybe if luck was on his side Eldon would be long gone and Micha would already be sleep in the bed.

Gamble opened the door and sure enough luck still wasn’t on his side.

Or maybe it was.

Micha was in Eldon’s lap, head tossed back as the vampire laid open mouth kisses on his neck and bare chest. His sweet moans filled the room and drew Gamble in further. The door slammed shut behind him but he was too enamored to pay attention to it.

Gray eyes zeroed in on Gamble, daring him to run, but that wasn’t possible with him moving closer to them.

Eldon turned Micha’s face to look at Gamble. “Why are you all the way over there, Gamble?”

Because he needed to stay back. But no matter what his brain said, Gamble's body had other plans. He stepped closer heading toward the bed toward Micha and Eldon like metal to a magnet.

Before he knew it, Gamble was sitting next to them and reaching out to touch Micha. His fingers ghosted over Micha’s torso, Gamble's brown skin a stark contrast to Micha’s pale flesh.

“Gamble,” Micha whimpered.

Heat swirled in the pit of his stomach and started to encompass his entire body all from Micha whimpering his name.

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