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"Didn't say that." Cai didn't let his head go there. He'd much rather focus on what was in front of him, the intriguing pleasure of the shifter's strong grip on his wrists, the weight of his body.
But at Rand's penetrating stare, he sighed. "I think if she's been taken by this particular group of Trads, she's as good as dead. Because they'll destroy her trying to get what they want and, even if her father gets her back, this crowd won't want her because she'll be too broken. Vampires don't respect weakness in their own kind. Be torn apart there, torn apart here, what does it matter?"
"Her father loves her."
"Yeah, sorry. Couldn't appreciate his loving nature while his minions were whaling on me."
"Cai." Rand gave him a severe look and released his wrists, sitting up to cross his arms over his broad chest. "There's no point lying to a wolf. I can sense your emotions, you know. Her fate does matter to you."
"Okay, say it does. Get on your hands and knees on the bed so I can fuck you senseless. That way I can give them the benefit of my infinite wisdom about saving the girl sooner rather than later."
Rand narrowed his gaze. The male was...so adorably stern. Cai found a reserve of energy to prove who was in charge and managed to heave him off. Another few minutes of serious wrestling, and he had Rand beneath him again on the bed, Rand face down, Cai on top, his hand wrapped firmly around Rand's cock, sandwiched between the press of Rand's body and the mattress.
Cai wasn't entirely sure the shifter hadn't held back because he was more worried than Cai about property damage...or Cai's physical state. Well, to hell with that. To hell with everything but this very second and what he needed. Or wanted, rather, he corrected himself.
"Don't stress over it, wolf. I have to feed, and I can do this at the same time, so neither you nor Giles has to get your shorts in a twist." He leaned down, so he could speak in Rand's ear, brush his lips against the curve.
"What did I say I was going to do, the first opportunity I had you to myself?" Cai whispered it. "To keep you remembering there's a reason worth not hiding in your wolf."
"Can't believe you remembered that after a three-hour beating," Rand muttered.
"You remembered," Cai pointed out, his grip constricting. "I can tell."
Rand struggled and tried to buck him off. It rubbed his rim against Cai's cock, where the head of it nestled in between his buttocks. Rand bit back a groan.
"Tell me what I said. There you are." Cai's clever fingers had Rand's cock springing to further attention, though he suspected it was his words as much as anything else that accomplished it.
"You were going to fuck me." Rand growled.
"Fast and hard. We got interrupted. Didn't mean I forgot, sweetheart."
Rand elbowed him, and made solid contact with Cai's jaw, enough to shoot a few stars through his already aching skull. "Don't call me sweetheart. Ever. Got it?"
Cai cursed but emitted a harsh half-laugh at the same time. "Bastard. But that's more like it. I like a fair fight, wolf. Don't pull your punches. But right now, I want this. And your blood, if you'll lend me some."
"I didn't think vampires ask," Rand retorted. "They just take."
"We take. But we also give." Cai stroked and Rand's hips quivered. He was fighting the arousal rising in his body that Cai wanted. Rand probably didn't realize it would be the best soothing balm for any injuries Cai sustained. Or maybe he did, and that was why he wasn't fighting harder.
"You're very single minded," the shifter complained, though there was a satisfying hitch in his voice.
"On the contrary, I can multi-task with the best of them. I just haven't forgotten what my top priority was at the beginning of my evening. I'll have that before the day can get any more abysmal and the chance slips away entirely. Carpe diem, and all that shit."
"Today could get worse than it's already been?" Rand tossed it off, a barbed response, but Cai felt the almost immediate mental pause in the shifter's mind.
Yeah, it could. Guess we both know that, right? It can always get worse.
Rand's head tilted. You never did tell me your sob story.
"No, I didn't. And not going to right now. Talk about a mood-killer." Cai reached over him and pulled out the lube he'd found in the drawer of the night table.
He used it, resting his free hand on Rand's back, sitting on his thighs. The shifter crossed his hands under his cheek, forming a pillow of his overlaid knuckles and giving Cai an even more superlative view, thanks to the shift of back and shoulder muscles, the bunching of his biceps. His lashes swept down, telling Cai the male was pulling a glimpse of Cai working the lube over his cock. Cai's shaft jumped in his hand as Rand moistened his lips.
"Getting harder, wolf?"
"I'm not the only one," Rand grunted.
"Damn right." Cai slid his greased hand under Rand's body. Rand's hips lifted. Not much, but even the slight accommodation sent a jolt of pleasure through Cai, the physical evidence that the wolf wasn't merely putting up with him.
He tangled the other non-greased hand in Rand's hair. "This mane needs combing and a trim. Maybe we'll take care of that while we're in civilization."
"Cai..." Rand's voice sounded strained, maybe because Cai was working him in his fist. Slow, the skin sliding up the shaft to the ridged head, then back down again, Cai's thumb stroking the sensitive line beneath.
"Yeah?"
In answer, Rand adjusted, Cai moving with him as the male got onto his knees, using his elbows to balance on all fours on the mattress. When Rand dropped his head against his crossed forearms, Cai folded over him to brush a kiss between his shoulder blades. He felt tired suddenly, beat up, but glad to be skin-to-heated-skin with this particular male. Gratitude. It was an unsettling feeling. "You're a good guy, Rand. You really should have run."
"Yeah, maybe." Rand's body rippled in response as Cai guided himself into his tight backside, working his way through the muscles, loving the slick glide.
"Nothing like a quality lube. Makes enjoying the ride all the easier. Right?"
"God..."
"Yeah." Cai went deep, all the way to the balls, and stayed there a good, pushing, grinding, plowing moment before withdrawing and doing it again. Harder, deeper, if that was possible. Fuck, the male's muscles squeezed down on him as he came out, pushed in, like he was resisting.
Or gripping, so Cai couldn't leave.
He moved a hand to Rand's broad shoulder, the other coiled in his hair. Yeah, a trim, but not a cut. He loved wrapping his hands in the stuff. He yanked the male's head up as he brought him off his hands and Cai slid his arm over his chest. He held him that way as he rocked and slammed into his ass, balancing them both on their knees on the bed despite the force. He might be somewhat under his normal strength, but he was still capable of being light as a cat on his feet and twice as agile. He pulled the hair to Rand's right shoulder and grazed his bared neck with sharp fangs.
"Want to taste you. Nourish myself from your blood, wolf."
Tension rippled through Rand. He didn't say no, but Cai wanted to hear an answer, from the firm, sensual lips, the deep voice. "Say yes."
Rand's mind was surprisingly hard to read, as if he'd left the rooms of human reason in favor of animal instinct, so the former didn't invade and cause problems. At least that was how Cai preferred to see it. A long pause, but then the broad shoulders shifted against him as Rand drew in a deep breath. "Yes."
Cai struck, biting deep, almost moaning at the taste that flooded onto his tongue. There was a rumor among vampires about the legendary shifters. That a vampire-shifter servant pairing would be a match made in heaven, because their blood was supposed to be richer and more potent to a vampire than three humans at once.
He thought of how quickly Chavez had healed, merely from a fully marked human donor. The shifter blood might be all bullshit wives' tales, but there was no denying the compatibility factor was off the charts. Cai wasn't sure he'd ever want to drink another human's blood again. Anyone's blood but his wolf's.
Not your wolf. Just a guy who unfortunately got dragged into your shit. He reminded himself of that, and turned his mind to what mattered. Feeling pleasure, and there was a lot of it to go around.
As he drank what was needed, Cai reached around Rand's hip and stroked his thick, hard cock again. He reveled in the sounds the shifter made. The dip of his head and shoulder, as Rand leaned more on one elbow to brace himself against Cai's thrusts. His thoughts, swirling and hard-to-pin-down though they were, were equally pleasurable. Rand liked how Cai yanked on his hair as he thrust.
Cai retracted his fangs and sealed the wounds when he'd had all the blood that he needed, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get enough of the male's beautiful body.
