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“Please.”
Zander blew out a breath before nodding. “All right. Let’s go upstairs, then. A bed is better for this, I think. As long as you understand, no matter what the verdict is, you’re still mine. I am absolutely not letting go of you.”
If there was one thing Max loved, it was how clear Zander’s desire was for him. It blew away those pesky doubts that plagued him from time to time. Those words made him bold enough to duck in and whisper against Zander’s ear, “After you bite me, can I bite you?”
“You wicked tease,” Zander groaned. “If you don’t bite me, I will be very upset with you, do you understand?”
Max’s grin was pure evil. Well, no matter how this shook out, at least they’d have some fun in the process.
Chapter 13
Max was nervous and he honestly didn’t understand why at first. Zander had assured him multiple times already that no matter the outcome, he wouldn’t let go of Max. Max believed him.
When Zander’s bedroom door came into view, though, the realization crystalized in his head. He wanted this to work. He wanted to be a vampire’s mate in truth—for his own sake. Max wanted affirmation so he could stand at Zander’s side and feel confident being there. He was nervous, especially since he’d fed a vampire three times and hadn’t felt any kind of desire. For likely good reasons, but still. He was still nervous that this time it would be the same.
Zander drew him into the room, eyes soft as he looked back at Max. “Don’t be nervous.”
“Easier said than done.”
Drawing him close, Zander kissed his forehead gently. “Shh. I told you, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Max nodded, choosing not to argue or explain. The next minute would tell, either way.
Zander tilted his head down, aiming for the side of Max’s neck. He licked it, making Max’s nerves dance and flutter, then licked it again before gently sinking fangs in. No pain. That was good, at least.
His eyes fluttered closed as Zander sucked, the sound noisy in the quiet of the room. Oh, that felt good. Max’s hand travelled up, clenching into Zander’s dark, gelled hair, head tilting instinctively to give Zander better access. Every pull of Zander’s mouth was somehow connected to Max’s groin, a pulse that grew hotter, tighter, with every repetition. This almost felt like sex.
Zander lifted his head and Max whined in immediate protest. Zander pressed a kiss to his jaw, chin, hands roving strongly over his back and ass. It all felt good. Max had never been held like this before, with such strong desire. He melted into it, hands tightening on Zander. Zander switched to the other side of his neck, latching on and resuming his feeding. Whatever higher thought process Max still had decided to leave for the equator.
Definitely feeding this man again. Often.
Max was vaguely aware of the little noises that kept escaping his lips, but he couldn’t care enough to stop them. They might embarrass him later but it was fine, they could join the long list of other embarrassing things he’d done. Right now, all he cared about was Zander never, ever stopping.
Zander lifted his head—seriously, what was wrong with this man? Why did he keep stopping? Bad Zan—his hands strongly grabbing Max’s ass as he ground deliberately into him.
Okay, good Zan. Max took it all back. That thrust against him sent a live shudder of pleasure straight up his spine and down again.
“Let me have you.”
The gravelly undertone in Zander’s request made Max shiver with anticipation. “Yes, please.”
It was the right answer. A hungry, predatory smile drew Zander’s mouth up, and then they were moving with such speed Max’s head spun. All Max registered was the bed, his back against the cool comforter.
Most of his attention was focused on Zander, crouched over him, who was somehow hungrier. Not for blood, though. No, his eyes spoke of a different hunger altogether.
Zander leaned in, capturing Max’s mouth, lips moving insistently. Max got his arms back around Zander’s shoulders, trying to kiss back as good as he got. The faint taste of blood lingered in Zander’s mouth, on his tongue, but it was strangely hot. Max liked having Zander’s tongue in his mouth playing tussle with his, the hot, slick glide fucking in and out like a mimicry of sex. This man kissed like sin.
Max loved every second of it.
He was vaguely aware of seams ripping, his clothes being taken off him, the brief coolness he felt as air found overheated skin. He wanted Zander’s clothes off so bad, helping as he could. Mostly, he wanted the button-down shirt and slacks off. Right now, clothes on this man were a crime. Max’s hands were clumsy but determined wrestling off Zander’s clothes.
Zander sucked kisses against his neck, moving down, hands groping and caressing in a way that made Max squirm. Those hands left sparks of pleasure wherever they touched but Max felt overloaded as it was, his nerves sensitive. He panted, breath shuddering in his lungs as Zander pulled boxers down, mouthing the base of his half-hard cock.
Oh—oh shit. That, that felt insanely good and Zander hadn’t even—
A hot mouth found the tip of his cock and sucked it in, the suction strong, and Max just about jackknifed off the bed. His fingers clenched the comforter under him, honestly feeling that if he didn’t hang on for dear life, he’d come completely unglued. If Zander didn’t stop, he was going to explode.
Zander pulled off, but only for a second. Vampiric speed had him off the bed, to the nightstand, and back again, so quick he was a blur of motion. Somehow, in those two seconds, Max’s socks and shoes had both disappeared too. He wasn’t about to question it. He just needed Zander back on top of him now, please and thank you.
