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That knowledge also seemed to startle Rand, though. Maybe it was a vampire talent, revealing a servant's deepest, darkest fantasies, and exploiting the hell out of them for mutual benefit. Cai had picked up the hints from Lyssa, but hearing about it and being the direct beneficiary of it...no contest. He wanted to do it right here and now, but he had enough presence of mind to know it was hardly the time or place.
Plus, taking Rand down was a hard, ugly fight with no guarantee of victory, though he might have a slightly increased advantage because of Rand's bum leg. Rand had stayed steady during their toe to toe, but Cai could detect the change in balance, the way he was bracing his weight more on the good leg.
He wouldn't play dirty if he could help it. Fortunately, Rand's hunger, held at bay for the past couple days while they took care of Dovia and put her first, came surging right up when Cai let himself feel the same need.
As he took Rand's mouth, hard and hungry, and pushed against his body, feeling every powerful, equally hungry inch of it, he received a comparable response. He'd told Rand about the vampire libido. Cai hadn't mentioned it could be stoked beyond that ten times ratio to about a hundred, when someone they considered theirs got in their face and challenged that same vampire. As a result, fuck it--he wasn't going to deny himself.
He shoved Rand down onto his hands and knees, though he made sure it wasn't a hard descent. Rand would say he was coddling him, but fuck it twice. Cai wasn't going to do something worse to that leg. But he could unleash his more demanding side other ways.
"Shirt off and get the jeans off your ass, or I'll tear them," he said, sharp and short.
Rand pulled the shirt over his head. He'd barely gotten the zipper down on the jeans before Cai was on him, pulling the pants the rest of the way down to his muscled thighs. No underwear beneath, thank you Jesus.
Dropping to his knees behind him, Cai reached under Rand and captured his cock. A double thank you for the steel heat of it. Cai worked the shifter's shaft with ruthless, stroking intent, giving Rand no time to take a breath, to grab onto anything but what the vampire would let him hold.
"Cai..."
"You come for me, right now. I need something to slick up my cock and I don't want anything out of a damn tube. Only you. That's all I want."
Rand came with hard jerks, his body registering his shock that Cai could command him so swiftly, so ruthlessly. Yeah, you better believe it, wolf. I can see down into your soul and I know you have this in you. As much as you have the looks outside that make the girls cream their panties. But your cream...that's all mine.
The words came, no brain cells needed. Catching a generous handful of the male's release, Cai used it, working it over the cock he'd freed from his jeans. He used the residual in that tight opening he wanted enough to kill anyone who tried to stop him. Then he thrust in, hard and fast, giving Rand no option but to do his best to keep up. The male's fingers were digging into the forest floor, his head dropped.
Cai ripped out the tie for Rand's hair, and it spilled gloriously over his bare shoulders. He'd go back into the limo looking used. Cai should have shredded that shirt.
He preferred him naked. The Rand in clothes, riding in a limo, that wasn't Rand. Rand was a wild thing, running through the forest on four legs. Shifting to two and standing aroused and virile, watching Cai stalk him with narrowed eyes that said he'd put up a fight, but if and when Cai took him down, he'd be generous in defeat.
Such that, when all was said and done, it felt like Cai was the one surrendering, the one gifted.
Cai exploded, the release relentless. Hammering, pounding, shot after shot of his come in Rand's ass, until he ran out and was draped over him, hand on the back of his neck. A position of control, but when Cai felt the quiver through Rand's thighs, the mix of emotion coming from him, messed up, he couldn't not respond.
"Sometimes," he murmured, his voice not quite steady, "This is a moment where calling me Master might help. To keep it all straight." He didn't clarify for who, because he wasn't sure how to answer that question.
Rand slightly stiffened, his gaze sliding up to meet Cai's in that position that was so hot, so subjugated, and yet not. Rand wet his lips, eyes sharpening. They pierced Cai through. "Master."
Cai closed his eyes, riding that feeling. Rand let out a groan as one more spurt of seed came from Cai, inciting an extra little push of his hips.
What the hell was he doing? He'd gone from being a vampire who claimed to know nothing about how the whole Master-servant bond worked, because he wanted nothing to do with it...to this. He must have internalized more about vampires and servants than he realized. Or maybe it was just instinct, like blood drinking. The bond between vampire and human servant wasn't learned. Okay, yeah, the marking process needed some guidance--he had an uncomfortable flashback to that major gaffe--but the connection...the soul connection...it guided a vampire like a damn lighthouse to claim full ownership of his servant, hold him, keep him. Need and want him.
Cai remembered a few moments ago, when their bodies had been melded together and the shifter had shuddered, every muscle tightening, his throat working against a cry. He'd been pissed, but he hadn't refused Cai. He'd never refused him, had he? He'd never refused his Master.
Cai drew out, reluctantly. If Daegan and Gideon had any kind of vampire-servant senses at all, they'd know exactly what they were doing, so in a way, he'd done as he'd threatened Rand. It didn't feel bad to either one of them. But the whole thing had taken things up a notch into complicated waters.
Things hard to describe, but made Cai want to get where they were going, let the dawn come, and fall asleep buried in his servant, arms and legs tangled. He'd order him to keep his damn beautiful ass in the bed with him. That way, if Cai woke any time during the day, he could have him again and again. Rand might just obey.
He'd struck out in anger in the limo, because Rand was a first for him, on so many levels. He'd had plenty of things he wanted in his life. For a hundred years, his batting average in getting any of those things had been zero. So when he'd won his freedom from the Trads, he'd made a practice of not wanting anything beyond what he could completely control. Being alone helped with that.
He'd stayed isolated, even when he'd immersed himself in the human world to stay out of the range of Trads, but that need for isolation had eventually taken him back into unpopulated places, far beyond where anyone could reach him. No connections to vampires there, and choosing to take humans down as full kills, rather than drinking them or entering servant relationships, kept any human connections out of the picture. Except temporary ones, like the kid at the cabin, or the special forces guy who'd never seen Cai.
But Rand was different. Cai wanted Rand, and not just temporarily.
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It didn't matter. He could feel it, savor it, even knowing it wouldn't happen. Cai squeezed the male, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "It's okay," he murmured, just as Rand had done for him the other night. He nudged Rand up onto his knees. Since the male seemed dazed in a way that was kind of gratifying yet alarming, Cai handled getting his jeans back over his beautiful ass, tucking in that gorgeous cock, fastening and zipping things again.
"On your feet, wolf." He helped, and when Rand's head turned, rather than meet the gaze, Cai brushed a kiss over his mouth and slid an arm around his waist, steadying him. "It's all right," Cai said again. "You're right and I'm a jerk. What else is new? We'll go let the queen pat me on the head."
But when Rand would have followed his cue back to the limo, a sudden thought struck Cai, making him plant his feet. "I figured it out. What the marks mean."
At Rand's puzzled look, Cai turned to face him and dropped his hold to his wrists, pulling Rand's arms up between them. He cupped the backs of Rand's hands, so they were looking down at Rand's wrists, side by side. The old scars and the new marks over them. The narrow figure eight and the spout of flame.
It's not a figure eight. It's the symbol for infinity, which also represents brothers-in-arms. Cai's gaze slid up to meet Rand's. The other one, the flame? That's a symbol for hell.
He gripped Rand's wrists anew, thumbs overlapping those marks.
No matter what happens, where our paths end up, you need me, I'll be there. Whether it's to fight an enemy, or share a fucking beer. He caressed the infinity mark. That's what this one means.
Rand's gaze darkened, and he flinched, an emotional response, as Cai dipped his head and bit his other wrist, let him feel the penetration of his one fang next to the flame mark.
This one? If you ever try to take your life again, I'll make your life a living hell, far worse than you can imagine. I'll follow you if necessary into the afterlife to make that happen. Count on it.
In this moment, he felt like a fucking Master, all that meant and could mean. When he had to let the shifter go, as he knew he would, Cai was damn well making sure that Rand remembered one thing. That life was worth living. Not for the reasons Cai lived--to send Fate a daily huge fuck you--but for the reasons a guy like Rand should live.
