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Rand closed his eyes, losing himself to sensation, with the result being the bad tightness in his lower gut gave way to a different tightness.
Don't push into your hand. Not until I say. Let's draw this out, make you hotter.
Rand moistened his lips, and thought he felt a ripple of reaction to the gesture. "Can you...see me?"
Yes and no. I'm in your mind, so I see through your eyes somewhat, but mostly I feel your reactions and thoughts, which are even more of a turn on. I want to suck on your mouth, Rand. You have a beautiful mouth. I want it serving my cock.
Rand growled and received a dark chuckle in answer. But he remembered the shape of Cai's cock, the thickness of it. He wet his lips again, as if he could feel it there, the vampire's hand on his nape, holding him fast, shoving his cock between his lips, even if Rand fought him. He remembered what Cai had said. A fighter likes to fight, on either side of the equation.
His fingers worked up and down his length, a slow pump that quickly became hard to resist, meeting the movement of his hips.
Hold off. Let it build. Grow stronger.
Piss off.
Don't screw with me, wolf. I'll make you suffer for it if you do.
"Like you aren't already doing that." Rand squeezed his eyes tighter. "I don't want to feel this. Don't want to do this."
No one's forcing you, wolf. Are they? You're such a gorgeous big bastard. The vampire's mind voice had a sensual purr to it that Rand liked hearing, he couldn't deny it. "You need a man's desire, his hold upon you, to help you power through the pain. That's what you're reaching for, even if you won't admit it.
Shut up. Say the other stuff.
That infuriatingly sexy chuckle came in his mind again, laced with a darkness that told him Cai was right, that he was offering something twisted that Rand craved.
Work yourself, wolf. Fuck, you're beautiful. Tell me when you think you're going to come.
He could be contrary and not do it. But he got harder at the sound the vampire made in his head when Rand looked down at his hand holding his cock, the flex of his thigh muscles as he pushed his organ into the loose, slick circle his fist made, since he'd used his thumb in the slit to spread that moisture.
Fuck...yeah. Wish I was fucking you right now. Not going to be slow or gentle about it at twilight. Will do it again later, two or three times, be slower and more thorough, then. But those first few minutes, wolf, your ass will be all mine. It will be all about you getting me off, serving me entirely.
"In your dreams," Rand muttered.
Oh, you'll be front and center in those today, I promise you that. I keep thinking about how still you got when I was putting the collar on you. Hold yourself tighter. Thrust now. Show me how strong you are, even when you're healing.
He did it, because he could feel the vampire's desire surging through him, mixing with his own, one hot, wet tide carrying them both toward the inevitable conclusion.
He'd fleetingly thought he might have to summon an image of Dylef to make this work, but from the first moment the vampire had invaded his mind, Cai had driven this journey.
Yeah, I don't share. You try to get your rocks off visualizing some other male, that's not going to turn out well for you.
Defiantly Rand imagined Dylef, but he couldn't see him. He was just a shadow with a faint smile, a tall man standing in a field, taking off his bill cap to wipe the sweat off his brow with his forearm. Ah, God...
Stay with me, wolf. It's okay. The vampire's voice was easier, friendly. Come back this way. Lust is easy. Right?
Nothing is easy anymore.
I know. Which is why, if I was there, I'd put you on your stomach. I'd tie your arms and legs to the trees. You could tear loose if you wanted, but maybe for just a while you'd lie still, see how it felt to let someone have all the control. I'd put my mouth all over your shoulders and back, your ass. I'd grip both those muscular cheeks, part them, and tongue fuck you until you plowed the earth with your cock, and begged for release, for oblivion.
"God," Rand breathed. Arousal building, he was pistoning into his grip, strong and sure.
I could give you that kind of oblivion; same kind I'm going to give you in a different measure now. Look at you, fisting yourself, getting hotter from the thoughts I'm feeding you. I'd keep you tied until I touched every inch of you with mouth and hands. I'd jack myself off over your back, mark you good. I'd work myself back up again with nothing more than the sound of your groans, your need to release denied you until I allowed it, all your muscles tight and flexing. I'd drive back into you, plunge deep, and we'd both spill... Fuck, look at you. Move your hips. Thrust hard and deep. Keep doing it.
Rand was doing it. He wanted to howl, to run, to let go of all of it. To just let go.
Come for me, Rand.
His cock convulsed and spurted thick, white fluid over his knuckles, his body spasming with the reaction, his head tilting back. The bark of the tree bit into his back, and he embraced the discomfort, using it to goad the climax, drive it farther, deeper.
A long pause later, all was quiet. Well, inside. The birds were singing, the wind was moving through the trees, and life was as noisy, chaotic and unstoppable as it always was in the woods during daylight hours. Rand would have thought the vampire had succumbed to sleep, but there was an odd current of feeling running through Rand, like a stroke to his heart and mind, a humming calm, helping his breath to even out.
"Did I save myself from Sesame Street?"
You did. I'm a little disappointed. There were some Bert and Ernie duets I thought the two of us could do together.
Rand coughed over an unexpected chuckle, his lips curving in a gesture that felt strange and unfamiliar. "You really are kind of a jerk."
Only kind of? You're more tolerant after getting off. Hold onto the feeling, wolf. Don't overdo today, but enjoy the sun and wind for us both. Good morning. And in case you're as confused as most are, that's Good night in vampire. I leave you to your thoughts, but I'm not leaving you alone. Keep that in mind.
When Rand felt a slow withdrawal, a drifting away of that sense of other pervading his senses, he knew the vampire had given himself to sleep.
If the vampire offered any recognizable clue that he gave a damn about anyone other than himself, Rand might have concluded the whole scenario was designed to keep him from steeping himself in too much melancholy. Or keep him connecte
d to his human form so he didn't completely lose that link.
Sheba and Dylef had both warned him about that, coaxed him to stay human more often than he would have done if he was alone. Sheba said he didn't like being human, and he ran alone more often than most wolves, maybe because he'd lost his parents young. But even before then, he'd been a more solitary wolf than most. For a pack animal.
When he was with Sheba and Dylef, staying connected between the two worlds had been important. It wasn't so important now. And if it wasn't that important to him, it made no sense why it would matter to the vampire. Yeah, Rand was imagining things. The guy just liked fucking him, which was fine. He was good at it.
So one less puzzle he didn't have to solve. He felt better, which would have discomfited him if he didn't attribute it to endorphin release from the sex. Time to go catch himself some breakfast. He didn't want the vampire having to feed him, claiming Rand was dependent on his presence.
Yeah, that was never going to happen. Yet even as he had the thought, Cai's mocking retort from last night came back to him.
That's why the promise of tomorrow is so sweet, wolf. All the nevers that can be toppled.
Rand caught and devoured several rabbits, getting more confident with his speed and strength with each kill. He was supposed to eat about ten pounds of meat per day to stay at full strength. He'd been getting by on about five to seven, the amount a non-shifter wolf might eat, but he knew it had put him on the lean side. That didn't matter to him, so he wasn't sure why it mattered now, except he was hungry. Something new for him.
After consuming all that meat, he wasn't in the mood to travel far. When he woke at twilight and stretched, he was surprised not to sense the vampire close by, but maybe Cai had slept in.
He wasn't going to make it easy for him. Rand told himself that, but remembering the vampire's provocative words, the fantasy he'd painted, Rand found his feet headed toward their last campsite. Though Cai's belongings had been gone, Rand assumed it was the most logical rendezvous point for them, and it had the creek. Vampire or no vampire, he liked the idea of a bath and accessible fresh, running water.
