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..a sacrilege."
Keldwyn's gaze flickered. "I understand. Be easy, my lord. I will honor that."
Uthe loosened his grip, dropping his hand back to the ground to support his swaying body. The Fae Lord slid the blade back in the sheath at Uthe's belt, fingers curving there for a brief tug. He extended his wrist to Uthe again. "Do it with your fangs, then." At Uthe's hesitation, Kel's mouth tightened. "I command you to feed, my lord. Our journey is long and important, you have told me so. I feel no revulsion at nourishing you. It is...a peculiar honor to me, to care for you thus."
Uthe raised his gaze from that tempting meal to Keldwyn's face, and saw the truth of it there. "Most Fae don't feel that way. You didn't feel that way, just a few days ago."
"Many things have changed. Are changing." Keldwyn stroked his head once more. "Take what I have offered, Varick. Take it as a gift, and do not offend me with your refusal."
Watching Uthe mull it over, Keldwyn restrained the urge to push, to command him more sternly than he already had. He was still concerned about the vampire's pallor. More than that, there was a curious anticipation in him, now that the decision was made. He wanted Uthe to get on with it, before that feeling abated, before the mores of a lifetime kicked in and made Keldwyn rethink a decision that he was sure was going to change things irrevocably between them.
The vampire's eyes slowly focused on Keldwyn's wrist. Even more slowly, he lifted his hands, closed both over it. One over Keldwyn's hand, the other over his forearm, so Keldwyn could feel the beat of his own pulse against Uthe's strong grip. Then Uthe put his head down and bit.
It was painful, as was to be expected when a pair of fangs as sizeable as a wolf's penetrated flesh. Keldwyn could claim not to have anticipated anything beyond the pain, but the way he held his own breath right before Uthe did it, the tight coil of need in his lower belly that seemed to affect both heart and cock, belied that indifference.
He'd had a mix of feelings about offering Uthe his blood, the beliefs of his people conflicting with his own conscience and desires. That mix expanded into something different as Uthe drew on his vein, as his throat moved to swallow Keldwyn's blood. He still had his hand on the back of Uthe's head and used that contact to draw Uthe closer. The male was half reclined, one elbow hooked over Keldwyn's thigh, the other pressed close to his groin, his shoulder against Keldwyn's torso. Keldwyn dropped his touch, sliding it along Uthe's back, down to the curve of hip and buttock. He'd been able to sense the vampire's arousal from his most casual touch for some time. Right now it gave him a sense of power so heady, Keldwyn wanted to turn him as soon as he finished feeding and take him here, in a cave where death overshadowed everything.
This vampire filled his mind, was so large in his thoughts, Keldwyn realized the idea of possessing him, calling him his own, almost superseded the urgency of anything else, at least in this moment. Rhoswen had mocked Keldwyn's Dominant tendencies when she'd appointed him as liaison for the Vampire Council.
"Perhaps you will like being closer to your own kind, Lord Keldwyn. Those who enjoy overpowering the will of others for sexual pleasure."
It was an empty taunt, for she was well aware it wasn't about overpowering the will at all. Not exactly. He used his dominance to get other things out of the way so that the will could be freed. When that happened, a gift could occur. A male surrendering to his own desires, feeding on Keldwyn like this.
In the vampire world, Jacob was Lyssa's possession, to do with as she pleased. At least until the latest policy introduced by Lord Mason was passed. If it passed. But anyone with eyes knew the relationship between vampire queen and servant was far more complex than that. No matter the inequity of the relationship on the surface, it wasn't the surface that mattered. Unjustly treated servants like Alanna or Jessica needed the laws, the policies. Servants like Jacob never would.
In the eyes of his Council and the vampire world, and even himself, Lord Uthe was as Dominant as any other of his kind. He wouldn't have made it to the top ranks of that world without proving his ability to take the upper hand. When Uthe so desired, he could level an opponent with nothing more than a look. It wasn't the threat of violence simmering in his dark eyes that did that, though Uthe could certainly back it up with that if necessary. In most every race and species, there was an intuitive recognition of hierarchy, of dominance and submission.
Uthe's dominance wasn't a facade, which was probably why he intrigued Keldwyn so much. Tangled with that dominance was a complicated sense of service and duty, flavored with a heavily guarded vulnerability that suggested deeper needs, conceivably spawned by the burdens he carried. Those needs had been buried at such a deep level Keldwyn might not have ever detected them, if not for the male's struggle with Ennui. The only gift from the hated condition, though he'd much rather have figured it out without its influence.
With Uthe's mouth on Keldwyn's arm, his tongue sliding along his flesh and his teeth still embedded, holding Kel as he drank, Keldwyn saw that complicated mix of dominance and surrender. He slid his arm further around Uthe's back, holding him closer. From whatever well Uthe's tremendous sense of duty and service to the Lord had come, also came the capacity to submit to the right Master. The one deserving of his submission.
Up until this moment, Keldwyn expected only God had received that privilege.
As Uthe gave in to his hunger, Keldwyn felt like they'd slipped off the spinning wheel of time into its fulcrum, where matters of Fate were decided. Where things so precious existed, they had to be experienced in the space of a held breath. Any longer than that and the heart and soul would be immersed in something too overwhelming. They'd shatter into the stuff of the universe. Perhaps the ether into which they all returned in the end, to find bliss at last.
Uthe sealed the puncture wounds with the firm pressure of his tongue and a tingle of sensation Keldwyn expected was some kind of coagulant. When the vampire lifted his head, his face was suffused with want. Keldwyn was more than willing to provide him with what he needed. He captured the vampire's mouth, tasting his own blood. Clamping a hand behind his neck, he savored his lips fully, before becoming too impatient even for that. Keldwyn shoved Uthe onto his back and yanked at the loose cotton pants. He pushed at the edge of the tunic. "Off," he said shortly. "I want it all off of you. I want you naked."
Uthe's eyes sparked at the challenge, but he didn't fight him. His erection was already thick and tall, swaying with his movements as he arched his upper torso to pull off the tunic. Keldwyn dipped his head and attacked with teeth and mouth. The protrusion of rib cage, the taut nipple, the ripple of abdomen muscles. Uthe's fingers slid into his hair. It was bound in the braid, and Uthe tugged at it, freeing it and combing his fingers through the silken strands. Keldwyn let him do as he liked as he tasted every inch of him. Uthe's cock brushed against Kel's chest and his abdomen as he moved upward. He rose to stand over Uthe and stripped off his own tunic, but he waited no longer than it took to unlace his leggings before he knelt, hooked a hand under Uthe's thigh and lifted it. With the other hand, he milked Uthe's cock, bringing forth viscous pre-come he smeared on his own cock, also using the arousal coming from his own slit.
"I'd advise you to carry lubricant, Lord Uthe. There's no telling when I might wish to have you honor your oath. Or how often."
"You've complimented me on my ability to stay prepared before, my lord," Uthe said in a rough voice, staring up at him. "Perhaps you ought to check the pack before you waste your time on unnecessary instruction."
Keldwyn found the tube of lubricant there. When he turned his stare to Uthe, he was charmed and goaded by the slight flush of color that stained the vampire's jaw. Had he argued with himself, telling himself such preparedness might be less about his oath to Keldwyn and more about his own desires? Keldwyn suspected he had. He was going to drive such arguments out of the vampire's head, no matter how often he had to fuck the lesson into him.
"Your desires serve my desires, Varick," Keldwyn growled. He added the lubricant to his
shaft, his lust building when Uthe couldn't keep his gaze off of the movement of his fingers. When he curved an arm under Uthe's thigh and lifted it once again, this time to press his cock against Uthe's tight opening, he realized he hadn't been so eager to take a male in some time.
He slid his other arm under Uthe's opposite thigh, lifted both so that he had the male's ass several inches off the ground. He pushed in an inch or two, making sure he was well seated.
"I am going to fuck you hard, vampire. It's the price of your meal. Would you like me to make it hurt?"
Uthe's facial muscles were taut with arousal. "You cannot make it hurt too much, my lord."
Keldwyn shoved in deep, violent. Uthe groaned, body lifting into the penetration, accepting the rough treatment. When Keldwyn started hammering him, Uthe's hands clasped over his on his legs, giving him additional momentum. He caught a glimpse of harsh, brutal bliss on Uthe's face. The vampire had denied his desires for so long, he'd perhaps forgotten how good it could be to embrace them. Keldwyn understood the feeling all too well, taken by surprise by how violent the storm was that rose up and took him, sweeping them both along in its track.
Uthe's fingers dug into his forearms, and Keldwyn put more weight on his legs, bending them so he was closer to the male, eyes locked together as he fucked him thoroughly and well. "I would call you mine, Varick. All of you."
Uthe's expression flickered in shock, but the climax was too close. "Kel..."
Keldwyn's eyes closed. He'd called him familiar. "Come for me, vampire," he whispered.
Uthe released, cock spurting ropes of thick semen over his abdomen and chest. Keldwyn inhaled the musk of it, and his own organ convulsed as Uthe's torso and thigh muscles firmed like steel, his lips parting to show his gleaming fangs. Keldwyn wanted him to feed from his throat one day. He didn't shy from the knowledge or judge it. Not right now.
Keldwyn came, breath rasping in his throat, buttocks flexing against the inside of Uthe's thighs. The male pushed against the hold of Kel's arms to lock his legs over Keldwyn's ass, drawing him even closer. Keldwyn braced his hands flat on either side of Uthe's shoulders, his hair falling down to brush his arms and Uthe's chest.
