Bed and Breakfast [Bloodkin 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (26 page)

Moss let out a choked noise and slumped on the bed. “That’s it, my beauty,” Vane purred as he jacked Moss’s dick. “Surrender to it.”

He didn’t have any chains or elaborate tools here. All his equipment had gone up in flames with the house in Clavar. A pity really, since Vane had taken great pains to amass a collection of sexual toys suiting his appetites. But no matter. He could do without them. Moss was not ready for such things, anyway.

He would have liked to have some shackles, but he didn’t actually need them. Already planning his seduction, he ripped off Moss’s clothes in a few swift motions.

Moss gave him a wide-eyed look. “Vane, what?”

A flash of fear in those beautiful green depths nearly made Vane falter, but he shook himself. If they were going to get over what had happened before, they needed to get everything out in the open.

“Don’t be afraid, my beauty. It will be okay. This time, I’ll show you the truth.”

The apprehension turned into decision, and Moss nodded. Vane caressed the side of Moss’s face and whispered, “Choose a word.”

“A–a word?” Moss repeated, obviously not understanding.

“Yes. If I do something you don’t like, if I go too far, you are to say it and I will release you.”

Moss mused over his explanation for a few seconds, then said, “Elf.”

Vane arched a brow at Moss’s choice, and Moss shrugged. “I’m sick and tired of elves right about now.”

Vane couldn’t help himself. Moss was just too sweet, and for some reason, he’d chosen Vane over the elves. He crushed his lips against Moss’s, licking at the seam and demanding entrance. Moss eagerly complied, and Vane devoured Moss’s mouth, loving the slight coppery taste of their kiss.

As the kiss broke, Vane lapped at the small injury on Moss’s lip. “You really shouldn’t tempt me so. Now, scoot up.”

Moss obeyed, his eyes full of heat and anticipation. Without even being told, he lifted his hands up against the headboard. With a thought, Vane used his power to immobilize Moss. When he felt satisfied he’d made the appropriate preparations, he moved off the bed. “Vane?” Moss asked, obviously confused.

Vane held his human’s gaze and began to strip. “From this moment out, human, you don’t speak unless I tell you to,” he said as he took off his shoes. “You don’t move unless I tell you to. And you most definitely don’t come unless I want you to.”

He heard Moss’s heart start to beat even faster, but it was out of excitement not fear. “Nod if you understand.”

Moss nodded, and Vane took care of the rest of his clothes. Moss’s eyes swept over him in an almost palpable caress, and Vane’s shaft throbbed at the lust in that green gaze. He joined the human once more on the bed.

He started slow. At first, he just pressed light kisses on Moss’s skin, nibbling on the juncture between neck and shoulder. As he went farther down, he applied a hint of fang, never quite drawing blood. Moss’s skin seemed to beg for his touch, so hot and silky it amazed him.

Moss’s nipples perked up, and Vane was immediately drawn to the pebbled nubs. He dragged his lips and fangs over them. Moss’s flesh tasted so delicious Vane would have liked to linger more on it, but a sense of urgency filled him, and he needed to be inside Moss as soon as possible.

Clinging to the remnants of his control, Vane went lower down, licking across Moss’s taut abdomen, until finally, he reached his prize. Moss’s cock twitched in front of him, as if begging to be touched. Vane didn’t delay in doing so. Unlike before, he didn’t bother jacking Moss.

Instead, Vane lowered his mouth over Moss’s shaft, holding the human down when he’d have thrust up. He applied a bit of pressure to Moss’s hip, wordlessly reminding him of the rules. Moss quieted down, although Vane could still feel his need in the back of his mind.

With his other hand, he rolled Moss’s testicles in his palm, playing with the wrinkled sack. He bobbed his head up and down Moss’s cock, from time to time stopping to tease at the slit with his fangs. Soon, he sensed Moss’s orgasm approach. He lifted his mouth and abandoned his previous toy. Giving Moss a dark look, he wrapped a strong hand around the base of Moss’s cock. “You are not allowed to come, human. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Moss didn’t question, but his eyes pleaded with Vane, silently begging for completion. Vane released Moss’s dick. Obedience had no meaning if forced, and he wanted Moss to understand that. Besides, Vane could no longer deny them both.

In one flash of motion, he retrieved the complimentary bottle of oil from the nightstand. The liquid smelled like flowers, and Vane resented it, preferring the raw scent of sex and man, the aroma of Moss’s skin and blood. Nevertheless, he did need the lubricant.

Vane poured oil on his fingers and flicked a thumb over Moss’s nipple to draw the human’s attention. “Spread your legs, human. Come on. I want to see your pretty ass.”

Moss followed his instructions to the letter, even if holding his legs upright without the use of his hands should have been next to impossible. Not willing to hurt Moss in any way, Vane supported his human’s legs on his shoulders.

He prodded at Moss’s nether opening and slowly slipped a finger inside. Moss’s body swallowed the first digit greedily, and Vane had to stop to take a deep breath in order to prevent himself from passing to the main event right away.

He added another finger, then another. By the third, Moss looked a bit uncomfortable and his body had tensed up a bit. But Vane took his time, loosening Moss up. The penetration would hurt either way, and Vane had to lessen the extent of the pain.

Finally, Vane decided Moss was as ready as he’d ever be. He positioned himself at Moss’s hole and pushed inside. Moss gasped in pain, but underneath the hurt, Vane could sense pure pleasure.

He continued his slow movement until he fully embedded his cock inside Moss’s body. The tightness around his dick almost drove him out of his mind. Sure, he’d known Moss was a virgin, at least in sex with a man. He’d seen it in the human’s memories. But he’d never expected the way being inside the human would feel. It seemed as if a firm velvet fist squeezed him, massaging his dick, holding him so deep Vane didn’t ever want to leave.

But the need for friction prevailed, and Vane began to thrust in and out of his lover. Faster and faster he went, somehow finding the presence of mind to aim for Moss’s sweet spot. Judging by Moss’s gasps and whimpers, he succeeded.

The pleasure soared so high Vane didn’t know how he found the control to stop at the first “harder” that came out of Moss’s lips. Stilling inside Moss, he glared down at his lover’s flushed face. “What did I tell you, Moss? You are allowed to reply.”

“I–I couldn’t speak,” Moss replied almost incoherently. “Please, Master…Vane…I need.”

“What you need doesn’t matter. It’s what I want that counts.”

Vane pulled his dick out Moss’s body. Moss’s passage squeezed him, as if trying to keep him inside, but Vane refused to be seduced. “Be silent,” he told his human.

Abandoning the bed, Vane stalked to the bookcase and retrieved a random tome. Still naked, he padded to the armchair and sat down. It seemed to be an erotic encyclopedia of sorts. Vane leafed through the pages. He didn’t really understand anything he read, the painful need emanating from Moss so powerful it overwhelmed his senses. Occasionally, the drawings drew his interest, and he imagined using some of the positions on Moss, once his human learned how to behave.

When he felt Moss’s desire escalate to almost unbearable proportions, Vane abandoned the book and returned to the bed. Moss’s muscles strained against the bindings as he struggled to be still, and Vane smirked to himself. “Have you learned your lesson, my beauty? Nod if you understand.”

Moss nodded hastily, far too rushed for Vane’s taste. “Look at me, Moss. Do you now realize what I want?”

The question went beyond this night, and Moss’s eyes filled with tears. Nevertheless, he nodded, determination chasing some of the lust away. A weight lifted off Vane’s chest. Perhaps Moss truly did want him.

Emotions mixed with desires, and Vane could no longer keep his instincts at bay. Once more, he lifted Moss’s legs and thrust back in his human’s welcoming heat. He began a punishing rhythm, the motions so fast and powerful the bed creaked and hit the wall. Vane couldn’t have cared less. He’d pay for the damages if needed.

Harder and faster, he fucked Moss, taking what he’d wanted for so long. In his mind, the memory of a young human fidgeting on his study chair at Clavar reemerged. From that very moment, Vane had instinctively known he’d never be able to let go of Moss. Even when they’d been physically parted, Vane’s heart had always been with the human.

Vane’s fangs lowered, the need to feed taking hold of him, bloodlust burning hot and bright inside him. He sped up even more, wanting to get as close to Moss as possible, to possess the human so utterly Moss would never forget who he belonged to.

When the need could no longer be contained, Vane struck, the white column of Moss’s neck his sweet target. The moment Moss’s delicious blood hit his taste buds, Vane’s orgasm erupted out of him. Sex and blood—bed and breakfast—or rather, a new lover, a new companion. Lust and instinct blended with genuine emotion, all because of Moss, Vane’s human, addiction, and obsession. The climax went on and on, draining him, exorcising every fear he’d once had. All the barriers between him and Moss collapsed, and Vane could see exactly how the human felt. There were no more doubts, just certainty and complete acceptance, the understanding of Vane’s nature as clear as the emotions in Moss’s heart. Liquid heat splashed against his stomach, and a new wave of pleasure swept over Vane with Moss’s orgasm.

The urge came to him so naturally and so beautifully Vane accepted it at once. In his mind, he saw their life threads, his red, bloody, and eternal, and Moss’s pure, golden, but ephemeral. Perhaps he should have asked. Perhaps he shouldn’t risk it. But the thought of ever being parted from Moss was unbearable. He’d been granted a chance to unite their destinies, and he wouldn’t refuse it. With just a thought, Vane entwined the two threads, binding them together for all time. Moss came to him openly, absorbing the knowledge and accepting it.

In that moment, it finally dawned to Vane how foolish he had been. Nothing could break such a bond. Had he accepted it from the very beginning, had he not tried to deny himself, he and Moss would have never been separated in the first place. Because now, he would sooner cut his own arm off that truly hurt the human. They were one, in every sense of the word.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, how long they were lost together in the haze of ecstasy. When it was finally over and Vane began to recover, he realized with alarm he might’ve fed too much from Moss. He licked the wound, stopping the blood flow. Thankfully, Moss’s heartbeat still sounded hard and steady, or as steady at it could be after a session of mind-numbing sex.

Vane removed his spent cock from Moss’s body and looked at his lover’s face. Moss gave him a sleepy smile, but his eyes were clear and calm. “I understand now,” he whispered.

Vane couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t remember saying you could speak,” he teased.

Moss’s eyes widened, but his shaft twitched against Vane’s thigh. Vane laughed and released Moss from the bindings created through his own power. “Later, my beauty. Remember your transgression when I next fuck your mouth.”

“I can’t wait,” Moss said as he cuddled against Vane. “That was amazing.”

Vane couldn’t agree more, although he didn’t say it. Instead he pulled his now-lover close and, on impulse, pressed a kiss to Moss’s sweaty forehead. They remained like for a few seconds before Moss stirred once more. Vane felt his human’s restlessness and asked, “What is it, Moss?”

Moss shifted against Vane, his naked body rubbing against Vane’s own. “Vane. Back then…I felt something in my mind. What happened?”

“I tied our life threads together,” Vane replied. “For as long as I live, you shall as well.”

Vane waited for Moss to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the change, but instead, Moss bit his lip and asked, “So you’ll never leave me again?”

Vane shook his head and grinned, even if Moss’s uncertainty made his heart constrict. They still had so much to get past, and so much to find out about each other. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Moss. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They didn’t spend too much time on the brothel bed. With the edge off, Vane could think more clearly, and he wanted to take Moss to his house and make a mess out of him in a more appropriate environment.

Of course, it took far too long for them to dress since some of Moss’s clothing had ended up torn and destroyed. With Moss naked and so tempting, it stood to reason they ended up in bed again.

But when at last they managed to clean up and be decent, a question emerged in Vane’s mind. “How did you find me anyway?”

“I had help.” Moss paused, as if uncertain. “I got a letter from Kier, suggesting you might be here.”

Vane couldn’t believe his ears. Moss had been contacted by Kier? Why? Where was Kier now? “Seriously? When?”

“A little over a month ago,” Moss answered. “My uncle brought it with him.”

So they had indeed found Douglas Hayden. Why hadn’t they contacted him? Was Aran closing in on their trail?

It concerned Vane that Kier knew of his location in the first place. Sure enough, his friend could’ve simply guessed his desire to be as close as possible to Moss, but Vane suspected there was more to it than that. And if Kier could find out, so could Aran.