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Twilight closed in. As a shifter, Rand was more nocturnal, often sleeping during the day and hunting at night, so his sleep patterns worked well with a vampire's. Though as he woke, he found himself wondering about the servants in the kitchen who'd obviously anticipated a busy few hours taking care of business for their Masters and Mistresses while the vampires slept. Maybe third marked servants had less need for sleep. What other changes would he notice? Would all of them be the same for a shifter, someone not fully human?
I know precious little about servants, so couldn't tell you. Guess we'll find out. But it's the best protection I can give you for where we're going.
The vampire's arm slid further around his chest. He muffled a warm chuckle against Rand's back as he threaded his fingers through his chest hair. "Even as human, you're still furry." His hips crowded up against Rand's bare ass, testing. "Keep yourself lubed up around me, wolf. Saves us both some time."
"Or maybe you should let me handle your needs a different way." Rand turned and pushed Cai to his back, earning a heavy-lidded look hard to interpret. The vampire stretched, a distracting work of art as his arms, legs and torso rippled, arched and spread, then he was back to a resting pose, his fingers laced behind his head.
Rand turned his gaze to his target, the heavy wakeup erection resting on Cai's belly, his testicles an appealing cushion for the thick base. His body had the smooth perfection of a Grecian statue, a marked contrast to Rand's thick pelt of chest hair, the layer of dark threads on legs and arms, the thatch between his legs. It didn't seem to bother the vampire, though.
"Why would it?" Cai unlaced one hand to reach up and coil it in Rand's loose, long hair, stroking and gripping at once. Bringing him down with a tug. "I love all your hair. I want your mouth, wolf. I want it now."
Rand resisted. He'd always been the one in charge, even with Dylef. Being treated as the bottom, it wasn't that he disliked it; it unsettled him how easy it was for him to embrace it with Cai. As if he deferred to him as the alpha of their two-man pack, which was usually something that had to be earned. Not taken, as Grey had tried to do it.
Cai's gaze drifted to Rand's mouth. "I dreamed of that mouth on my cock. My hand in your hair like this, tightening, pushing you down, watching all those muscles in your ass and back flex as you were bent over me. I was dreaming how I'd take you afterward. Just fuck you good and hard, so when we go upstairs and start this circus, my come will be in your ass, my scent all over your body."
He propped himself up on his elbows, his expression becoming something more serious.
"I don't have your need to belong," he said abruptly. "Grief's kept you a lone wolf, not your nature. You've just been alone too long, Rand. You need a pack, and I'm pretty much what you've got. I stumbled across your path. That's all."
Rand frowned, but Cai shook his head before he could say anything. "Sorry as hell for that and, if we both don't end up dead, I hope something better comes along for you. But I can make some parts of it not so bad. Like this. So put your fucking mouth on me. Don't make me get rough."
Rand was caught between lust, humor and annoyance, all of which came with a surge of adrenaline at the vampire's deliberate challenge to turn things in a different direction.
He wouldn't mind fighting it out with the vampire, see who ended up with top dibs, but maybe not this morning. For one thing, the furniture in this room looked expensive. For another, Cai had already pissed Greenwald off a couple times, and Lyssa at least once. He'd been lucky to leave his audience with her with both testicles.
"Yeah, she's one scary bitch," Cai noted. "Hot as hell, too. Jacob's one lucky blood bank. Rand."
The one word wasn't like a command. It was one, and Rand obeyed, because his mouth was begging for the taste of the handsome male, particularly after that unconsciously provocative stretch. He closed his mouth around the broad head and worked his way down the shaft. He might not have a wolf's tongue in this form, but he'd learned a lot about its versatility, and some of that could be translated to a human mouth. Cai approved, if his sucked-in breath and sudden thrust were any indication. It was a different kind of full body stretching, giving himself to pleasure, and he took Rand with him.
His hand flexed in Rand's hair, pushing him down deeper on him, as he'd warned. Rand relaxed his throat, let it happen, taking him all, and kept working his tongue over him. He liked the taste of the vampire, salt and earth. Heat. He spread his hands over Cai's abdomen and chest, the narrow line of his hips. Reaching between his legs, nudging them further apart with his knuckles, he cupped and rolled his testicles, stroked and probed at his ass, and earned a muttered, reverent curse. He dampened his fingertips on Cai's pre-come and played between his cheeks at the rim, adding to the sensations.
"Going to fuck you through this mattress," Cai growled. "Suck me."
Rand complied with a thorough enjoyment. It was nice, having regular access to another male, to satisfy his need to give and take. This felt like both. Cai had initially tensed when he was caressing his chest and stomach, his hips, but as Rand kept doing it, he relaxed into the stroking, gravitating toward it. The male was very sexually adept, but he acted as if all those skills had been honed toward driving the pleasure of his chosen partner, not seeking any intimacy in return during sex. Just sexual gratification centered on his cock and ass.
Which was a waste, because exploring the male's body, watching how it responded to the lightest tough, was a gift.
Rand didn't think Cai was in his head right now; he was riding too high on the physical wave of lust. But confirming Rand's thoughts, Cai brushed his hands away too soon, guiding them back to his cock and balls.
It deflated some of his own desire, but not enough he couldn't give Cai what he'd promised. Rand sucked him all the way to the edge and drew satisfaction from the anticipation of bringing the vampire release.
Cai had different plans. Before Rand could forestall him, he'd moved with vampire speed, exercising brutal strength to switch their positions. He put Rand on his stomach on the bed, thrust his hand between his thighs and took a firm grip on his balls. He used that hold to make Rand lift his hips off the mattress. Using the lubrication that Rand's mouth had left on him, Cai drove in. It wasn't quite enough lubrication, so the thrust wasn't entirely pleasurable, but he realized Cai intended that.
He covered Rand, pushing him down flat on the bed when he was all the way in, his lips at Rand's ear. "Next time I tell you to keep yourself lubed for me, you'll remember. And if I wake up and want to fuck you, that's not a negotiation where you get to suck me off instead of giving me your ass. Got it?"
Rand's first instinct was to fight him. Something had Cai's ire up and was making him drill in the point, literally and figuratively, and Rand bristled at it.
But despite his ability to remind the vampire he wasn't with a human he could overpower, Rand found his feet knocked out from beneath him by something he didn't expect. An overpowering wave of physical and emotional response from Cai.
The vampire had a body meant for sex, and knew how to use it. But beneath that, what had driven the nightmare, the rage in the study, and that moment at the sink, when the vampire had stared sightlessly at the mirror, reached out with hard, edgy need. It found an answer in Rand, deep down where his own aggressive, erotic cravings recognized something in Cai's approach that could coat past wounds and losses, paint the way to a different level of connection between their bodies.
And what a connection. When he was forceful, intending to underscore who was on top here, Cai could be damn well irresistible. Plus, he knew what he was do
ing on the mechanical end of things, hitting just the right rhythm, friction and placement with that capable dick of his. Rand's balls were tingling from the impact of Cai's slapping against them. The vampire knocked Rand's legs out wider, leaving his hips only inches off the bed, just enough to achieve the right angle. It rubbed Rand's cock against the bed linens and oh hell, that friction.
"You want to come, don't you? Prove who your ass belongs to."
He'd wrap a rubber band around his cock rather than confirm that statement. Cai chuckled darkly and reached between them to caress Rand's balls. Taking a firm grip on Rand's dick, he tugged it as Rand bucked beneath him.
Okay, now was the time the wolf needed to come out. Rand shoved himself up, one hand clamping on the head board. Cai moved with him, wrapping his hand around Rand's throat. He sank his fangs into the pumping artery, sealing his lips over the spot. The vampire slid his arm around Rand's chest to hold him up, his cock buried deep in Rand's ass as he fed.
No, not just fed. Rand stiffened as Cai released something into his blood. Something that charged and burned, sizzled. It reached out to all four limbs, but it was when it hit his brain that the real fireworks began. It unleashed a wave of emotions, formless, as if waiting for something to bring them clarity, something that made him crave blood. Cai's blood.
The third mark. He was giving him the third mark.
Cai eased them both to the covers, lying full upon Rand. His breath caressed Rand's neck as he held his mouth there another few moments for a gentler sucking. When he withdrew his fangs, he lifted enough to do something that jostled their coupled bodies. He held out his wrist before Rand's face, and Rand saw the movement had been caused by the force of Cai's strike on his own wrist. Blood oozed out of the two puncture wounds.
"Drink. That will close the third mark loop and link us."
Rand didn't have to stop and think. He'd made his decision. Though the vampire would deny he'd said it exactly that way, Rand knew it would maximize their chances to help Dovia against already impossible odds, so there was nothing left to debate. Rand closed his mouth over the vampire's wrist, gripping it with his own hand to steady the connection.
