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“He’s for the both of you,” Kaleid says, pushing Mathias toward us. “You need to feed before we go anywhere, and you need to stop being so damn stubborn about it. Try not to kill him, okay?”
Then he closes the door behind him, leaving Solon and I with the bleeding human with the dazed look on his face.
Part of me wants to run after Kaleid, run away from what I know is going to happen.
But that part isn’t as strong as the hungry part.
The one that is being driven mad by the bloodlust.
I look over at Solon for permission, even though I would do this without it. His jaw is clenched so tight, his pupils dilated into dark pools, that I think he’s close to losing it too. He nods, barely.
Well, Kaleid did say he was for the both of us.
I give in.
With a throaty growl, I’m on Mathias in seconds, grabbing hold of his lean arm and wrapping my lips around the wound on his bicep.
The moment his blood hits my tongue, I’m lost to it.
I gulp the liquid down, blood so unlike Solon’s, entirely human and sweet and innocent, and my nails dig into his skin and I know that I have to retain a little control or I might drain him of blood completely.
Mathias might not speak any English, but he’s moaning like crazy, enjoying the feeling of me drinking from him, perhaps even getting off on it. It only heightens the experience, knowing I’m not hurting the guy, even though my teeth are sharp and tearing into his skin, even though the blood is getting all over him, all over me.
Stop, I tell myself. He doesn’t heal like you.
Somehow, I manage to unhook my teeth and take a step back from him, breathing hard, his blood sticking to my face. “Are you okay?” I ask him.
Mathias just smiles, his eyes glazed over. He looks as high as a kite.
Then I look over my shoulder at Solon, whose fists are clenching so hard, his own blood is dripping from his palms where his nails have cut in.
“Your turn,” I tell him.
Solon’s chest is heaving, he’s trying so hard to compose himself. But he’s being stubborn as hell. If he won’t feed on me yet, then he needs to feed on Mathias, just as I have. I mean, I’m not satisfied, I still want more, but a person only has so much blood to give.
“Solon,” I tell him. “Please. Do this for me.”
The battle in Solon’s eyes is hard to watch.
“You won’t be able to protect me if you’re too weak,” I add.
That gets to him. His eyes blaze in response.
He slowly nods, standing up a little straighter.
He walks over to Mathias, sizing him up, though the way he’s approaching him reminds me of a lion on the prowl. He walks all the way around him and stops right behind him, staring at Mathias’s neck. Solon’s just a bit taller, his shoulders broader, but they’re both deliciously sexy and virile men and the sight of them so close together has my core aching again.
Solon starts unbuttoning his own shirt, throwing it to the side, until Solon is as shirtless as Mathias is. I know it’s because Solon is thinking about later, how we have a hotel to go back to and we can’t do it covered in blood (luckily, I’m wearing black), and Solon really loves his nice shirts. But it also looks extremely homoerotic and I can’t help but remember what Solon said to me once, that all vampires are a little gay. I thought it funny at the time, but now I know it’s because sex and feeding are so physical and intertwined. Plus, I think we would all be after so much time.
So I watch as Solon puts his hand on the side of Mathias’s head and presses it down to the side, exposing his neck, showcasing a vein.
Then Solon looks me dead in the eyes, opens his mouth wide enough to bare his very sharp fangs, and clamps down on Mathias’s neck. His fangs pierce the skin, the blood pouring out, until Solon’s lips suck it back.
And Solon is staring at me the whole time, feeding rather tenderly given the circumstances, given how starved he must be. He’s remaining in control, sucking Mathias’s neck like he doesn’t want to do any damage, and he’s being as delicate as possible. It’s almost sensual, like I’m watching two tentative lovers.
And Mathias, well, Mathias is moaning and groaning and when I tear my eyes away from Solon and look down, I see that Mathias has a fucking huge hard-on in those swim trunks.
Holy shit.
This might be the most strangely sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Solon sucking on a hot young guy’s neck, both of them bare chested, one with a huge erection. I have to press my thighs together to quell the sharp ache that’s building, the need to get off.
