Page 23 of Blood Kisses

Nikolaus sipped at his wine. “You’re not yourself today,” he said.

Severin lowered his gaze. “I dreamed of the last time I saw you. I know now that you wanted me. That maybe you felt something for me and I’m sorry for what I did to you.” He looked up.

Nikolaus swallowed. He lifted his napkin to his face and hid his eyes for long seconds. When he lowered it, he was carefully controlled, the familiar cool expression on his face. But the disguise didn’t fool Severin anymore. Things affected Nikolaus more deeply than he let on. He was human with human fragile emotions and he hurt. Deeply. His human lover’s lip trembled once before he caught it. He coughed into his napkin and drank some more wine.

“We don’t need to rake over old ground,” Nikolaus said. “It’s done.”

Severin didn’t say anything. It wasn’t done. They both knew that.

Nikolaus’s meal arrived and Severin watched him eat. He sipped some wine and felt the alcohol buzz through his blood. He needed to feed, but pushed the urge back until it was time.

They left the dining room and Severin walked with Nikolaus up the stairs to his room. “I must go out,” he said, even though he didn’t want to. He only wanted to take Nikolaus to bed and feel his heart pounding against his own dead one.

Nikolaus nodded. He opened the door and closed it before Severin could say anything further.

Outside in the street, Severin wondered if he could find a human whose blood wasn’t laced with alcohol at this hour. The night air was chilly and he wished himself back at the inn and his human’s bed. He didn’t want to hold strangers to him like lovers when his one true lover was lying alone and maybe thinking about Severin’s touch in turn. He thought of Emil and shivered at the thought of the vampire king pounding down the roads to Bohemia to find the three of them and kill them. He had put Nikolaus and Istvan in an impossible situation because of his continuing love for the human. But love was what it was and Severin could no longer deny that. How his heart ached to be warm and safe with Nikolaus instead of out here in the cold.

He loitered near the castle until he saw a young man making his way home for the evening. The man was fine of features and well-dressed. He whistled a jaunty tune to himself and tapped his cane on the ground and was surprisingly quick-witted when Severin gripped him by the shoulder.

The cane hit him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. The man stood over him as Severin touched his swelling cheek and wondered if something was broken. “If you mean to rob me, sir, you have chosen the wrong man,” the man said in Bohemian, which Severin understood. He was somewhat of a skilled scholar of languages after five hundred years.

Severin admired him. He guessed he did have intent to rob after all. Something far more precious than money. He climbed to his feet. “My apologies for startling you.” He picked up his hat which had been knocked off in the scuffle and tipped it to his victim.

The man scowled at him. “Be on your way, vagabond.”

Severin arched a brow because he was always immaculately dressed in the finest of clothes and surely looked as far away from a common thief as it was possible to get. But then, hewasa common thief, stealing blood in the night. He lurched forward and grabbed the cane from the man’s hand as he raised it once more. He snapped the wood like a twig over his knee and threw it aside. The man gaped at him before Severin grabbed him by the throat and marched him backwards some steps to pin him against the wall of a nearby house. The man gave one cry as Severin plunged his fangs into his throat, then went still and limp in his arms.

As he drank, Severin thought about Nikolaus and imagined the blood sliding hot down his throat was his.

Chapter Seventeen

Severin and Istvan entered Nikolaus’s room just before dawn, already wrapped from head to toe. The human still slumbered peacefully in the big bed and Severin stood back watching as Istvan shook him roughly awake. “Come on, sleeping beauty.”

Nikolaus blinked. He shot both vampires a cool look and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Severin turned around before the bedcovers could fall away.

The three of them hastened to the carriage and the driver set the horses on the road to Dobríš. Nikolaus was silent. Istvan stretched out on one seat and closed his eyes, hugging his arms close to his body. Severin sat there for a while, knowing he needed to sleep now the sun had risen, but still troubled. He had taken far more than he’d meant to from the human last night and left him half-dead slumped in the shadows. The blood had helped heal his bullet wound and his broken cheekbone, but still, the price to pay for it was another stain on his conscience. He looked at Nikolaus.

“Aren’t you sleeping?” Nikolaus asked in a low voice while looking at Istvan.

“Not yet,” Severin replied. He unwound the cravat from around his face and pulled his gloves off. He stared at Nikolaus across the small space separating them.

Nikolaus looked unsettled. “What?”

Severin’s desire warred within him. He needed to drown his troubles in the sins of the flesh. He slid off his seat to Nikolaus’s feet and put his head in the human’s lap. Nikolaus’s thighs tensed below him. He touched Severin’s hair hesitantly. Severin held him by the hips. He nuzzled the soft fabric of Nikolaus’s breeches and inhaled his masculine scent. He felt Nikolaus shiver and an unmistakeable bulge grew against Severin’s face.

Nikolaus caught his breath. His fingers tightened in Severin’s hair. Severin lifted his head. He touched Nikolaus’s erection, massaging his cock through his breeches. Nikolaus gripped his wrist with a panicked look at the sleeping Istvan. Severin ignored him. Humans’ petty sensibilities didn’t concern him. He had learned all about vampires’ fluid sexuality years ago and sampled much of it himself. Including Istvan.

He pulled Nikolaus’s hand away and then he nimbly unfastened his breeches and withdrew Nikolaus’s hard cock.

Nikolaus gave a strangled moan. Severin slid his hand down the straining shaft a few times then lowered his head. He sucked Nikolaus into his mouth, all the way down to the human’s stones.

Nikolaus hissed and bucked, grabbing Severin’s hair, Istvan clearly forgotten. Severin sucked steadily, savouring the feel of Nikolaus’s hot, rigid flesh in his mouth and the taste of the fluid leaking from his cockhead. He drew back, flicked his tongue over the wet slit and Nikolaus arched with a soft cry.

Truly carried away, Severin wanted much more. Nikolaus lifted his hips as Severin dragged his breeches and drawers down. He went back to sucking Nikolaus’s cock and as he did, he pulled Nikolaus’s travelling bag towards him and fumbled inside it. He located the oil and the stone dildo and sat back, dripping the lubricant down the toy.

Nikolaus stared at him wide-eyed, sparing another look at Istvan, who hadn’t stirred. Severin wasn’t concerned. Vampires slept like the dead during the day and even if Istvan awoke...well, what was the worst that could happen? The three of them trapped in the back of the carriage was very much a win-win situation for Severin.

He pushed Nikolaus’s thighs apart and lifted his feet onto the seat before he went down on him again. While he sucked, he rubbed the head of the phallus between Nikolaus’s buttocks, seeking his entrance, greasing his way. Nikolaus cursed as the rigid tool penetrated him and pushed his cock all the way to the back of Severin’s throat. Severin held his hand still a moment and then slowly he worked Nikolaus with the dildo, fucking him in time to the sucking motion of his mouth.

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