Bloodline (16 page)

Chapter Ten

Before the transport authorities could apprehend them, they raced off the platform, slapped their Oyster cards on the reader, and emerged onto the street.

“Plenty of hotels in South Kensington,” Micah said. “By the time we get there, we’ll know if we’ve been followed.”

They weren’t. Just as well because Inigo could feel exhaustion creeping over him. His sleep patterns were usually as fixed as concrete, but since he’d been dragged to Faerieland, he’d not slept at all.

He followed Micah into a small hotel called the Midor.

“Can I help you?” The guy speaking to them from behind the reception desk wore a tight black waistcoat, pristine white shirt, and gray tie.

“We’d like a double room for two nights,” Micah said.

“No problem. If you’d just complete our registration form and let me have your credit card.”

“Are the curtains blackout ones?” Micah asked.

“Yes, sir.”

Now Inigo realized why Micah had said two nights. If his immunity had worn off or didn’t exist, emerging tomorrow morning could be fatal.

“Are you on duty all night?” Micah asked quietly.

The guy, clearly gay, looked from him to Inigo and gulped. “Yes.”

“There might be some good-looking guys come in asking if two men checked in around this time.” Micah put three twenty-pound notes on the counter. “You didn’t see us. If anyone does ask, please call and tell me as soon as they’ve left.”

“I…” The guy looked petrified.

Inigo rolled his eyes and pinned the man with his gaze. “You didn’t see us. Someone else checked us in. Don’t tell anyone about us.” He picked up the notes and handed them back to Micah.

“I didn’t see you. Someone else checked you in,” intoned the clerk. He gave them the key, and Inigo headed for the stairs.

“I’d forgotten you can be so persuasive,” Micah said.

“It’s my magnetic personality.”

“You’re going to save me a fortune.”

Inigo unlocked the door and pushed it open. The second it shut, Micah was on him, tearing the bags out of his hands, pulling at the buttons of his coat, yanking off his hat, plastering his mouth to Inigo’s, and for a few long seconds, Inigo did nothing because he was overwhelmed by the wonder of it. He’d thought it was just him that felt this way, but it wasn’t. The ache in his chest intensified, but it was a good ache.

“Are you just going to stand there and let me do all the work?” Micah broke off to ask.

“Yes.”

Why not? He was enjoying the way lust could stamp his tiredness into oblivion. Micah stripped him of his clothes until he stood there in the low-hipped black briefs they’d just bought, his rigid cock almost peeking out over the top.

“Oh shit, your chest. I’d forgotten. Hell, you can hardly see a mark.”

He looked down and tsk-tsked. “I was looking forward to poking something through that.”

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m fine. What about you?”

“All the better for fucking you.” He grinned.

Inigo dropped onto the bed and watched as Micah removed his clothes until he too only wore the matching pair of briefs and an identical hard ridge.

“We could be twins,” Micah said.

Except for the faerie and vamp thing.

Micah reached into the bag from the pharmacy and tossed the lube onto the bed.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Micah whispered. “You’re not using your vampire charm on me, are you?”

“Well, I am a particularly charming vampire.” He winked.

Micah crawled onto the bed, pushed Inigo’s legs apart, and lay on top of him, their cocks side by side. “I know we should be thinking of how we’re going to get out of this mess, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to grab every opportunity that’s offered.” He paused. “You
are
offering?”

One shift of Micah’s hips rubbed their shafts together, and Inigo groaned. He danced his fingers down the faerie’s back onto his butt and locked his heels over his ankles.

“Do you need to feed?” Micah whispered.

“Er…can you tell if I’m lying?”

The faerie laughed. “Try not to get carried away.”

“Can I bite you when we’re fucking?”

“Not if I’m lying on your back.” Micah kissed along the line of his chin.

“I’m not a bottom,” Inigo whispered.

“Neither am I.”

They stared at each other and at the same time said, “But…”

A smile lit Micah’s face, and Inigo matched it with one of his own.

“Have you ever…” they said at the same time, followed by a “fuck” from both of them.

“That was freaky,” Inigo said. “Tell me you squeeze the toothpaste from the top, like walking in the rain, and have a thing about pencils, and I’ll be officially freaked.”

When Micah put his hand over Inigo’s mouth, Inigo caught his thumb, pulled it between his lips, and then dragged his teeth along it. Micah’s eyes glazed over. Lust and need swarmed like bees in Inigo’s body. All he could think about was this faerie—his body, his blood, his mind. It
wasn’t
just sex. Inigo
liked
him.

Their mouths locked again, and Inigo groaned as Micah writhed harder against him. With their legs entwined, they were molded together along their lengths, rocking and thrusting as if they were trying to climb into each other’s body. Their kisses switched from violent to gentle, from soft to hard. Their tongues soothed, stabbed, laved, licked, and fucked. Their hands grabbed, stroked, squeezed, and caressed. Everything Micah did wound him tighter. Everything
he
did dragged Micah closer. He didn’t remember ever being so excited by simply playing around, by kissing.

Their cocks were doing some kissing of their own, the friction from the material of their shorts intensifying the sensation. Inigo’s balls ached, and the pressure at the back of his skull grew as he climbed toward release.

Micah lifted his head and stared at him with hooded eyes. “How do we decide who tops the first time?”

“I’m already a winner whichever way we do this,” Inigo whispered.

Micah smiled and rolled onto his back. “You go first. No pressure, but I’ll give you marks out of ten.”

Inigo laughed. At that moment, he loved him.

Weeeelll
…it couldn’t be real love. He didn’t love anyone, safer that way, but Micah was…special.

He slid onto Micah and lay on top of him as the faerie had done, trailed his tongue over Micah’s lips, down his neck, into every dip before he reached his chest. When he sucked Micah’s hard nipple, the faerie shuddered with pleasure and tightened his fingers in Inigo’s hair. By the time he’d licked a wet path to his navel, Micah was breathing in short gasps. Inigo could feel the hardness of Micah’s cock against his ribs and scooted lower.

There was a wet circle on Micah’s briefs where his dick had leaked precum, and Inigo wrapped his lips around it and moaned. Micah sucked in a breath and tightened his hold on Inigo’s hair. Fiery flashes shot down his spine and gathered in his balls. If he didn’t get a move on, he’d be first in a way he hadn’t intended, but he wanted to savor every moment of this. He mouthed the length of Micah’s cock through the material, then eased down the briefs to expose the velvety head. One lick across the slit and the tang of precum burst in his mouth.

“Your tongue,” Micah groaned.

“Sorry,” Inigo muttered.

“What for?”

“Too impatient.” He dragged the briefs off Micah, ripping them in the process, and the faerie let out a cross between a chuckle and a moan.

“You’ll have to go commando tomorrow,” Inigo said. “And I’ll probably not be able to get you out of the hotel without yanking you into a restroom.”

He wrapped his hand around Micah’s cock and at the same time fluttered his tongue down the crease of his groin, the musky scent fogging his head. It was impossible to ignore the blood singing in Micah’s veins. He could feel it pulsing in his cock, hear it surging under the skin. His fangs were already out, but he worried he’d freak him out if he bit him anywhere below the waist.

Don’t fuck this up.

As Micah rocked his hips, pushing his cock through Inigo’s fingers, Inigo nudged the faerie’s legs up with his shoulders until Micah’s knees were bent, then sucked gently at his balls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Micah panted.

Inigo smiled. He knew what Micah liked now, and after he brought him close to the brink by squeezing and releasing his cock, he let the swollen sac out of his mouth with a soft
pop
and pressed his face against the strip of flesh beyond.

“Inigo.” Micah exhaled his name, and it tipped Inigo’s balance from playful to needy.

He tore his briefs as he pulled them off and then kicked the remnants down his legs and off his feet. He pulled back to look for the lube, and his fingers shook as he grabbed it. The tube fell from his grip twice before he managed to get the top off. Then he squirted the gel over everything except for the places he wanted it.

Micah pushed up on one elbow and caught his wrist. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I want this to be perfect.”

Soft fingers stroked his face and drew together at his jaw before a thumb pushed up the center of his chin to his teeth. That Micah didn’t flinch when he felt his fangs meant a lot.

“I want to be a ten,” Inigo blurted.

“You are a ten.”

“I want to be an eleven really.”

Micah laughed. He dropped back, kept his knees bent, and spread his legs, his arm flopping over his eyes as Inigo circled his finger around Micah’s anus.

“There’s no way I’m going to fit,” Inigo mumbled.

“Yeah, you will. Keep doing that. It feels good.”

He circled and pressed, then smiled when his finger slid inside Micah’s body. Micah hummed with pleasure as Inigo began to pump slowly. He curled his finger, touched Micah’s prostate, and the faerie trembled from head to toe.

“That feels even better,” Micah groaned.

One of Inigo’s fingers turned to two, two to three, and
now
he believed he’d fit.

“Please,” Micah whispered and moved his arm to look straight into Inigo’s eyes.

Inigo didn’t fare much better on his second attempt with the lube, but he managed to get some on his cock, and pushing Micah’s bent legs even higher, he positioned himself at the entrance to his body. He rarely faced anyone he fucked. On the last occasion, he’d been the one underneath, and it had been Gabriel on top. But Gabriel had his eyes shut, and Inigo had known at the moment of penetration that the older vampire hadn’t truly cared who he had beneath him.

I care
. Hands on Micah’s knees, he looked into the faerie’s eyes as he nudged more and more firmly at his anus, twisting his cock, pushing, pressing until the ring of muscles began to relax and he slipped a little way inside.

“Oh fuck,” Micah gasped.

I’d say that too if I could get a word out.

Inigo kept pushing, the pressure on his shaft both exquisite and slightly painful before he slid the rest of the way in, joined to Micah in the most intimate way. If the building had caught fire, he wasn’t sure he could have left before he fucked the hell out of the faerie.

He rested trembling on his forearms. “Okay?” he mumbled, trying to keep his fangs hidden.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I don’t even need to breathe, and I’m gasping.”
Actually, I am. How come?

Micah stroked his shoulders. “I’m fine. You need to start moving.”

“How many times?”

Micah laughed, and they both groaned at the vibration.

“I might manage twice.” Inigo rubbed his thumbs over Micah’s nipples.

“I thought you wanted to be an eleven?”

“I forgot. My mind fell apart as I slipped inside you. Have you had time to adjust to my huge cock?”

“Hell, I thought that was your finger.”

Inigo growled. “Hey. We can’t both be funny.” Except they could, and it was one of the things he liked about the faerie.

He started to rock his hips, pulling a little way out of Micah before he pushed back in.

Micah wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and grunted. “Don’t want to come, but I’m not sure what I want is relevant.”

Inigo liked that he drove Micah beyond control. For the first time in his long life, he felt…comfortable, because Micah was his equal. He began to drive into him more forcefully, and every shunt, each clasp of his cock sent tremors skittering up and down his spine. At the same time, the need for blood began to clamor in his head.
Oh fuck. Don’t spoil this.

He didn’t let up on the rock of his hips, twisting his pelvis to make Micah gasp and hiss. But the requirement to feed nagged at him. Sex and food were his life. There was no alternative.

“Can I feed on you?” Inigo whispered. “You don’t have to let me.”
Please
. “I can manage without. Probably.”
I can’t
. “But fucking feels even better when I’m feeding.”
It does
. “Not just for me. For you too.”
Shut up
. “I should shut up now.”
I fucking can’t
. “Can you even remember what I asked you? Not sure I can.”
Liar
. “Oh yeah, I can. Can I?”

Micah smiled and nodded.

Inigo breathed in the scent of the faerie, his mouth watering, his fangs prickling as he licked up his neck. At the same instant that his hips shifted into a higher speed, he sank his fangs into Micah’s vein. His brain flipped into instant overload, his body overwhelmed with so much sensation, he edged toward having no control.
Dangerous
. But Micah felt so good, tasted so perfect he never wanted to stop doing this.
Fucking. Feeding. Feeding. Fucking.

Then he felt Micah stroking his cheek, whispering in his ear, saying, “It’s okay; you’re okay. That’s enough,” and reality surged back.
Stop now
. Inigo’s tongue sealed the faerie’s neck a moment before cum shot like lightning from his balls, pulse after pulse jetting into Micah. Inigo gasped with every spurt, his eyes closing now because he couldn’t stop them. Micah clutched him tightly, and Inigo felt the warmth of the faerie’s cum spreading between their bodies.