Part 4 (1/2)

”Thought you didn't drink.”

Closing his eyes, Raze kicked his head back against the blue-tiled wall. The muscles in his throat rippled as he swallowed, and Slake suddenly imagined himself kissing his way down that long, arched neck. Imagined tracing the symbol under his jaw with his tongue. Imagined the sounds Raze would make while he was doing it. G.o.ds, the very thought made heat rush to his groin and his heart race startlingly fast.

Slake wanted Raze in a way he hadn't wanted anyone in a long, long time.

”I can't get drunk, but drinking still makes me want what I can't have.” Rake's lids lifted, and Slake's muscles went rubber at the dark hunger that gleamed in the depths of his eyes. ”Right now, what I want is standing in front of me, and I'm pretty sure I can have it.” His voice went low. Smoky. s.e.xy as f.u.c.k. ”Am I right?”

Holy s.h.i.+t. A tight fist of heat clenched in his chest and spread in a slow wave as his body reacted to the blatant promise of raw s.e.x. He eyed Raze and those magnificent shoulders and thick arms that were built to hold a partner steady for an onslaught of bliss. Lower, his broad chest tapered down to rippling, hard abs and a narrow waist that disappeared into pants that did nothing to hide an impressive erection.

G.o.ds, to have all that solid strength beneath him, absorbing his thrusts . . .

”You're right,” Slake said roughly, even as what Wraith had said earlier echoed in his head. ”But Wraith said your kind only does females, and I just saw one in your living room.”

Raze took a step closer, the glittery flecks in his eyes melting together like liquid gold. ”I'll die without s.e.x. s.e.x with females. She keeps me alive, and I do the same for her.”

”But you can still have s.e.x with males, right?” Please say yes. Please say yes.

”As long as a female is present, yes.” He took another step closer, his shoulders rolling, and Slake's c.o.c.k jerked.

”Present? Like, nearby?”

The tent in Raze's scrubs grew even more p.r.o.nounced, and Slake's mouth watered. ”Present, as in we have to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e into one.”

”So . . . you're bis.e.xual?”

”Does it matter?” Raze said softly, the heat in his voice an almost tangible warmth that settled on Slake's skin like a fever.

Suddenly, Slake didn't care if the guy was into males, females, or two-headed as.e.xual purple snake demons. All that mattered was closing the distance between them.

In an instant, Slake was no longer standing across the room from Raze. He was chest to chest, mouth to mouth, hard c.o.c.k to hard c.o.c.k.

Raze met him with equal enthusiasm, thrusting his tongue against Slake's as he wrapped an arm around his waist and wheeled them both into the adjacent room. Which, thank f.u.c.k, turned out to be a bedroom.

Slake didn't question Raze's motives in bringing him here after being so adamant about not wanting him. He took control the way he always did, pus.h.i.+ng Raze onto the bed. Raze complied, lying back to allow Slake to pull off his scrub pants and boxer briefs. Slake practically drooled at the sight of Raze's erection jutting up from between his legs, the dusky column of flesh curved against his hard belly.

Man, Raze was a work of art, a study of male perfection right down to the raw, wild intensity in his gold-flecked gaze.

Slake was not going to draw this out. He wanted it way too much.

Making quick work of his clothes, he lunged onto the bed. Raze arched his hips as Slake opened his mouth over the head of his c.o.c.k and swirled his tongue around the crown.

”Yes,” Raze whispered. ”Touch me.”

Like Slake needed to be told. Gripping Raze's hips, he licked his way down his thick shaft until he reached the heavy sac at the base. Raze sucked in a harsh breath as Slake pressed the tip of his tongue against the seam dividing the two firm t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es.

As Slake sucked and licked Raze's b.a.l.l.s, he wrapped one hand around Raze's c.o.c.k and squeezed. Raze groaned, and Slake's d.i.c.k pulsed as if reminding him that it needed attention.

He let go of Raze and gripped his own erection as he worked his way back up, tracing the dark veins that read like a roadmap of ecstasy on Raze's shaft. A silky drop of pre-c.u.m dripped from the tip, and Slake eagerly captured it with his mouth, and this time it was his turn to groan. The salty, slightly spicy taste coated his tongue, and heat spread through his insides as he swallowed.

d.a.m.n, it was almost like downing a few shots of whiskey, the way every inch of his body became sensitized. At this point, Raze could probably caress Slake's elbow and give him an o.r.g.a.s.m.

s.e.x demons were awesome.

Nearly lost to l.u.s.t, he looked up, meeting Raze's hot gaze. Such a f.u.c.king turn-on to see that same want, that need, spreading through his eyes in splashes of molten gold. ”Your eyes,” he rasped. ”I love how they change color.”

”The gold comes out when I'm turned on.” Raze arched his hips, rubbing his erection on Slake's chin and lips. ”Or when I'm angry.”

Slake swirled his tongue around the crown of Raze's c.o.c.k, loving how Raze hissed in pleasure. ”I like it. I want to see more.”

Raze slung an arm to the side to fumble with the bedside drawer, where he drew out a bottle of lube. Slake's c.o.c.k throbbed in agonizing response.

”What about the female?” Slake breathed, pretending he didn't know who she was. And at this point, he didn't care. He couldn't, or an emotion he wasn't used to might rear its ugly head.

Guilt.

Raze gripped Slake's hair and roughly tugged him up his body. ”Fayle will join us when I need her.”

Slake reminded himself to ask later how she'd know. Right now, all he wanted was to bury himself b.a.l.l.s-deep inside Raze.

With an impatient snarl, Slake jammed his arm beneath Raze's shoulders to flip him, but Raze stopped him with an iron grip on his biceps. Raze lifted his mouth to Slake's ear and took his lobe between his teeth hard enough to make Slake hiss.

Raze licked the spot, soothing it, and then in a voice dripping with l.u.s.t, he said, ”You smell like s.e.x. Power. It's making me so hard it hurts. If I could, I'd have you bent over that chair behind you, and I'd drill you so hard you'd feel me for days.”

Ah . . . yes. Slake spread his thighs as Raze's hand delved between them, finding his shaft, then going lower, to his b.a.l.l.s, and when his fingertips found the sensitive patch just behind them, Slake tilted his hips to give Raze access to anything he wanted.

Slake had always preferred to do the drilling, as Raze had put it, but something about Raze made him want to experience being taken by a powerful, intense male who was literally made for s.e.x.

Before Raze, he'd only felt that way about one other person, and even then, Slake's s.e.xual position on the bottom had been a requirement of their relations.h.i.+p, the only way Gunther would do it.

And d.a.m.n it, why did that b.a.s.t.a.r.d have to intrude on what was happening right here, right now, with a male Gunther couldn't even begin to compare to?

Mentally staking his vampire ex-lover, Slake shoved Raze roughly back into the mattress. ”You'll be the one feeling me, incubus,” he growled as he flipped Raze and covered him, pus.h.i.+ng his erection between his muscular thighs.

Ah d.a.m.n, he was not going to last long even like this. Somehow Raze knew, pus.h.i.+ng himself up on his hands and knees so Slake's c.o.c.k was poised at his entrance.

Raze tossed the bottle of lube into the air. Slake caught it one-handed, and in a matter of seconds, he was pus.h.i.+ng slowly past the tight ring of muscle. His s.e.x throbbed as he eased inside Raze's hot hole, and finally, G.o.ds finally, he was seated to the hilt.

Unable to wait another second, he withdrew . . . and then slammed his hips forward. Raze moaned, the sound swallowed by Slake's own breathy groan.

Ecstasy rolled through him. Holy h.e.l.l, this was unbelievable. Every inch of Raze's body was made for this, which wasn't a surprise, given that he was a s.e.x demon, but still, the way his a.s.s clenched around Slake's c.o.c.k, rippling from the base to the head . . . f.u.c.k.

He barely heard the sound of soft footsteps, realizing at the last second that Fayle had entered the room. He froze, embarra.s.sed and angry at himself for letting his l.u.s.t get in the way of maintaining a measure of awareness for everything going on around him. Then Raze pushed against him, and hey, it wasn't as if Fayle was brandis.h.i.+ng an ax and wearing armor. Even if she had, his weapons were in reach. They were always within reach.

But no, she was empty-handed, dressed the way she had been earlier, in black yoga pants and a yellow fitted T-s.h.i.+rt that showcased full b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a hard belly, and she didn't look happy to be here. In fact, when she glanced at Slake, she curled her lip in a silent snarl, letting him know that if he had any intention of touching her, he'd best forget it.

Message received, but unnecessary. Slake had never been into females-to the murderous disappointment of his family.

Beneath him, Raze s.h.i.+fted, straightening up so his back plastered against Slake's chest. Slake hissed at the new sensation from the upright position. Raze ground his a.s.s against him, and the release boiling in his b.a.l.l.s went critical. Clenching his teeth, he concentrated on holding it back as Fayle climbed onto the mattress, facing Raze on her hands and knees, and took his hard length in her mouth.

Jealousy screamed through Slake. He wanted to be the one to make Raze come. To make the guy shout to whatever deity he wors.h.i.+pped.