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What the hell was he doing?
Taking care of Marcus was one thing, but every touch had been geared toward seducing the man. No, seducing the vampire. None of this made sense. A vampire killed his family. He shouldn’t be attracted to a vampire.
But his brain rejected that thought immediately. What if it had been a gun-wielding human man that mowed down his parents and sisters? Would that mean that he couldn’t be attracted to any man ever because a man killed his family? No.
If all men weren’t evil because of the actions of one, then couldn’t the same be said about vampires?
Maybe.
What facts did he know about Marcus?
He was not one of the two men that killed his family. His voice didn’t match.
Bel and Rafe also weren’t those men, based on their voices and accents.
Marcus was kind, gentle, and compassionate. He treated Ethan better than anyone he’d ever been with prior.
While Marcus was a vampire, Ethan had no proof that he was a cold-blooded killer.
Some of the guilt squeezing his heart eased, and it became a little easier for Ethan to breathe. He splashed some more cold water on his face and turned off the faucet. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, taking in his flushed face and blown pupils.
There was no denying that he was attracted to Marcus Varik. The man was sexy as hell. He wanted to climb that amazing body and ride his cock until they were both shouting, covered in sweat and cum.
But did vampires date? If Rafe was anything to go by, they definitely liked to fuck. Or at the very least, they could. Yet, it didn’t seem like Marcus did.
Wait…was he planning to seduce his boss?
Fuck, this was a mess. He needed to figure his shit out with Carl and the League before anything potentially happened between him and Marcus. He also needed to come clean about his past and why he’d approached Marcus in the first place. Marcus deserved to know the truth.
But…would Marcus push him away if he came clean?
Didn’t matter. He had to be honest with him.
He grabbed a hand towel and dried off his face. Taking a deep breath, he told himself he was just going to check on Marcus and go home to jerk off. Then maybe, he could get a few hours of sleep before trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do next.
That plan was really hard to stick to when he found Marcus sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of burgundy boxer briefs while he rubbed a towel over his wet hair. The muscles in his flat stomach and biceps flexed with each movement.
“Why the hell do you have to be so sexy?” Ethan groaned.
Marcus lowered the towel, a little smile lifting one corner of his mouth. All the blood was gone from his hands and arms, making him look like a normal human again. But there was a sharpness to his eyes in the dim light that made Ethan think there was something more to him.
“I was afraid you left,” Marcus confessed.
Ethan shook his head and stepped farther into the room. “Not yet. Wanted to make sure you were tucked into bed before I left.”
“Worried I can’t do it on my own?”
“Nope. I just think you need someone taking care of you for a change.”
Ethan stood in front of Marcus, staring at his handsome face. He looked tired, but there was also a nervous energy about him. There was no missing that his cock was still straining against his underwear. He hadn’t taken care of himself in the shower.
Giving in to the urge, Ethan threaded his fingers through Marcus’s hair, pushing it from his face. Marcus closed his eyes and tilted his head into Ethan’s touch. “When was the last time someone took care of you?” Ethan whispered.
“An eternity,” Marcus mumbled.
Marcus shocked him by leaning forward and wrapping his strong hands around the backs of Ethan’s thighs. He lifted and pulled him, earning a yelp of surprise a second before he landed in Marcus’s lap, his knees on either side of Marcus’s hips. He could feel Marcus’s hard cock lightly pressed against his own.
“What?” Ethan croaked, his brain still trying to catch up to what was happening. Marcus’s hands moved up his thighs to squeeze and massage his ass, scrambling what little thought he could pull together in his brain.
“Kiss me, please. I’ve never kissed a man before. And I just want one from you. I won’t ask you for another—”
Ethan didn’t let him finish. He leaned in and captured Marcus’s lips in a slow kiss. He nibbled his bottom lip until Marcus moaned and allowed him entrance. He licked into his mouth, sliding his tongue along Marcus’s, earning a hungry sound that shot straight to Ethan’s dick. Hands slid up his back, pulling him in tight so that Ethan’s body was completely flush with Marcus’s from his groin to his shoulders. Ethan wrapped his arms around his neck, giving in to the building desire between them. Marcus kissed Ethan as if he meant to devour him.
