Alasdair

by Ella Frank

  “I need something in me,” Leo confessed as he dropped his forehead to the pillow.

  Alasdair brought a finger up to where his tongue was teasing and slowly pushed the tip against Leo’s body. When he shoved back, chasing his long digit, Alasdair pressed it firmer against his hole.

  Is this what you want, Leonidas? And as he shoved the thought into Leo’s mind, he entered him with his finger.

  The pillow under Leo trapped his moan, but when Alasdair went to remove his finger, he raised his head and managed, “Yes. That. Ksana. I want more of that.”

  Loving the sound of his native language coming out of Leo’s mouth, Alasdair decided to give his human what he had asked for. He slid his finger back inside and sucked the stretched skin that was widening for his entry. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in its place, and when he added a second and third finger and Leo started to fuck them like he was ready for a dick, Alasdair was more than happy to give it to him.

  Removing his hand, he moved up to crowd over him, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Leo’s . “You always surprise me. You like my fangs against your flesh, don’t you, file mou?”

  Leo’s heart raced at the observation.

  Alasdair chuckled. “That’s a resounding yes. Your body gives you away. Your cock, your heartbeat, the flush covering this creamy skin of yours. It all tells me you’re dying for it. And really, you are, aren’t you? Never more so than tonight.”

  As his words taunted the man under him, Alasdair felt an ache of his own, and it had nothing to do with the straining flesh between his legs.

  No. His words, relaying death and the end for this human, didn’t satisfy him as they usually would’ve. But before he could think any more on it, Leo shocked the hell out of him by rolling beneath him so he was flat on his back again and spreading his legs.

  “You want to fuck me? Then shut up and fuck me. But you can look at me while you do it. You don’t get to forget my face once you’re done with me come sunrise.”

  He wondered if Leo had any idea that, right then, he knew he’d never be able to forget his face—not if he lived for another two thousand years.

  Alasdair rubbed their cocks together and let his eyes close, deciding that it was best to keep that information to himself. Then the hands he’d been determined to keep off his body grabbed his hips and pulled him down for a harder massage, and when Leo’s fingers moved over his ass to slip between his cheeks, Alasdair had to grit his teeth.

  Once he got inside this man, he was going to bury himself there and finally find release from this all-consuming craving. What he wasn’t sure of was what would happen when the sun rose, after which, all of this would end.

  But for now, he had Leo under him, and Alasdair couldn’t help but reach down between them and encircle their cocks, stroking a firm fist up both their lengths. He grunted when Leo shoved his entire body up, gliding the underside of his dick along his own, the sensation so unbelievable, Leo had him a hair trigger away from coming all over him.

  “Enough,” Alasdair finally rasped, not sure how much more he could take. “Especially when we both want my cock inside you.”

  His fangs appeared at the words, and Leo’s eyes shifted to them, making Alasdair’s cock throb harder against the man. He could hear Leo’s pulse racing, and when he lowered his head, Alasdair goaded him.

  “Do it.”

  Leo’s eyes flew up to meet his as his body stilled under him, and then he raised a tentative hand. He traced the pad of his finger along Alasdair’s lower lip, and when he sucked on the tip of it, Leo brought his legs up to wrap them around his waist. Alasdair released his grip on the both of them and snaked his hand down to push his own finger against the hole he’d widened earlier.

  Then he dared Leo again. “Do it.”

  This time, Leo clutched his bicep, hauled himself up, and stroked his tongue over the pointed tip of his fang. Alasdair wanted to roar at the intense pleasure flooding his body, but instead, he withdrew his finger from Leo’s passage and thrust it back inside the man responsible for his intense need.

  Leo shouted out a raw guttural sound as he swiped his tongue over his tooth once more. Alasdair had miscalculated that move though. He never would’ve allowed it had he known the raging hunger it would evoke. The clawing need now scratching its way free of its tightly controlled confines had his finger now working overtime to stretch Leo wider.

  Leo moaned under him as he pressed their lips together harder, and when he added a second finger to the hole being thoroughly worked over, Alasdair lost his grip on his inner savage.

  Leo’s eyes had shut and he’d let go of his arms to lie back and be used, and when he angled his head on the pillow and the vein in his neck pulsed, Alasdair told himself to get his cock in him or get the fuck out.

  He yanked his hand back, his fingers slipping free, and Leo reached down between his legs to start feverishly tugging his cock. A low groan left Leo when Alasdair hooked his legs behind the knees and pushed them back, and when the head of his dick nudged Leo’s tight entrance, his slate eyes locked with his and his mind screamed at Alasdair, Tora.

  LEO CLOSED HIS eyes, hoping it would help to hold off the orgasm teetering on the edge. He wasn’t sure why he was slipping in and out of English, but every time he did, the reaction from Alasdair was unreal. His muscles bunched and he looked like he wanted to sink his cock inside him and never leave.

  When Alasdair had dared him to run his tongue over those deadly weapons in his mouth, nothing could’ve stopped him. The sharp prick of them against his tongue and the fingers Alasdair had been shoving in and out of him had made it close to impossible for him to hold back his orgasm. But when Alasdair hiked his legs up and thrust inside him so hard his entire body shifted up the mattress, Leo was thankful he’d fucking waited.

  The thick cock that was pistoning in and out of him filled him so well that he thought he might taste it on his tongue when Alasdair came. As it was, the male staring down at him was as frightening as he was appealing.

  His jaw was clenched and his eyes were black with desire as his pace intensified. Then he bared his teeth to him, and Leo had never been more turned on in his life.

  He knew that this vampire, that Alasdair, could and would likely kill him, but right then, as he looked up at him, he’d never seen anything more awe inspiring.

  He tugged and pulled at his cock as Alasdair withdrew from him and then shoved home with another forceful thrust, and when Alasdair did it again, Leo’s lips parted and a cry left his mouth.

  Holy fucking hell. He’d figured Alasdair would be good at this. The guy had had over a couple thousand years to practice. But the smooth, solid strokes he continued to deliver into his ass had Leo’s hole clinging to that wide intruder every time Alasdair pulled his hips back.

  Leo squeezed his eyes shut, and for one sex-crazed moment, he imagined what it would be like if Alasdair were to lean down over him, plow back inside him, and sink those sharp-as-fuck teeth into his vein.

  It was insane to wish he could be taken that way. Insane to wish he were normal and not a threat to the being who was so thoroughly fucking him. But in a way, Leo felt denied part of this experience.

  He’d said that he wanted to be Alasdair’s yielding. He wanted to be fucked and fed on by this male so completely dominating him, but he never could be, because he wasn’t—

  Human.

  Alasdair’s voice slipped inside him and had Leo’s eyes flicking open.

  HE WANTED IT. Fuck, yes, he did. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the creamy skin of Leo’s neck. The urge, the hunger—they were riding him as hard as he was riding the body bucking underneath him.

  Leo’s muscles strained against his own, and the strength in him was a surprise. He hadn’t expected the man to be a match for him—but he was.

  He was raw, uninhibited, and demanding, and when Leo moaned in ecstasy, a hot jet of sticky fluid exploded between them, landing on his stomach and chest
.

  Alasdair squeezed his eyes shut. Another thing Leo was—irresistible.

  “O̱ theé mou.”

  He’d tried. He’d fought against every instinct he’d had to go to Leo. But as the man took him inside his body, Alasdair’s control was slipping.

  He shook his head and battled against the desire.

  “Open your eyes,” Leo demanded underneath him, tightening his legs around Alasdair’s waist. “If you’re imagining my death while you’re inside me, the least you can do is look at me.”

  “I’m not,” Alasdair snarled at him, shocked when Leo’s lips curved into a devilish grin.

  Oh, he likes when I snap at him, does he?

  Alasdair lowered himself down until the sticky evidence of how much Leo had liked it slicked over his skin. Still hard and lodged inside Leo’s hot hole, Alasdair swiped his tongue over the come marking Leo’s skin. Leo’s body vibrated against him, and he bit the hardened tip of his nipple. Alasdair then drew his hips back and gave a swift, sharp jab of them, plowing his cock back into Leo’s waiting body.

  “Oh fuck, Alasdair.”

  He groaned at the breathless curse and then said, “You like to risk your life, don’t you, Leonidas?”

  When Leo tilted his head and scraped his teeth along the stubble lining his jaw, Alasdair froze as he heard, “You can’t risk something that’s no longer yours to control.”

  Leo’s words repeated inside his mind, and he started to pull out, only to have Leo threaten him.

  “Don’t you dare,” he told him fiercely. “Don’t you dare grow a conscience now. Not with me. I won’t believe it.”

  Alasdair narrowed his eyes on the mystery beneath him.

  “That’s right. I’ve seen you, remember? I’ve seen you do the most atrocious things, yet, for some reason I can’t explain, I want you more than I want to live to see tomorrow. So don’t you dare think you can take my life without giving me that. Without letting me see how much you wanted me too.” Leo paused and then invited softly, “Come. Come inside me. I want to watch you when you do.”

  Alasdair surged back inside him and put his lips to Leo’s ear. “What are you? Some kind of spell weaver?”

  “I keep telling you. I don’t know,” he replied.

  Alasdair pulled out, and Leo moaned at the loss. When he thrust back into him and Leo’s fingers dug into his shoulders, Alasdair buried his nose in the crook of his neck and closed his eyes. As his hips moved, he gnashed his teeth together in an effort to keep them from Leo’s flesh. His climax was gripping his balls like a tight fist, and when Leo reared up and bit the side of his neck, it was all over.

  Alasdair’s shout was loud, his orgasm explosive, and the scrape of his brave human’s teeth down the length of his throat had his come filling his tight little hole—just as Leo had requested. He couldn’t remember a release such as this in a long time.

  Silence filled the room. It was so heavy and thick that it was suffocating as Alasdair remained nestled inside Leo, half hard.

  “Let me go,” Leo pleaded, so softly Alasdair barely heard him.

  “Stamata,” he demanded, lifting his head to stare into the eyes that had captured him the first time he’d seen them. “Stop asking for what I can’t give.”

  “Why? Why can’t you give it? Just vanish us out of here. You’ve done it before.”

  Alasdair blinked down at him, shocked that, for one second, he’d contemplated doing that. “What you want. It can never be. This… You… You have been given to me, but only for a short time—” Alasdair stopped talking as Leo grabbed his arms and pulled himself up so their lips touched.

  His tongue traced over his top lip, and when a shudder racked through Alasdair’s body, Leo asked, “Why? Why can’t I be like all the others? And be yours? I know you want that also.”

  He did want that. Fuck, and he’d never wanted it before.

  He could see himself with this human. He could see many nights in his bed, many years with him as his yielding. But he couldn’t have it.

  Not ever.

  “You are a threat to me. I cannot have you close. I shouldn’t have had you at all.”

  “No,” Leo denied adamantly. “I’m not a threat. I’m just me.”

  “Yes. And your blood—it will kill me. You can kill me. I’m over two thousand years old. Think about that, Leonidas.”

  Leo shoved at his shoulders, but it was no use. He couldn’t dislodge him.

  “I don’t understand any of this,” he said, his eyes flashing with confused anger. “Not you, not these dreams, and not the stupid fucking voice telling me I was created for some higher purpose. I didn’t want any of this.”

  “What voice?” Alasdair demanded, pushing him back to the bed. He pinned him there with his unyielding grip, and Leo moaned when the cock inside him shifted.

  “I don’t know,” he grit out between clenched teeth.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know, file mou.” Alasdair’s eyes moved to the tongue that darted out to moisten Leo’s lower lip.

  “I know. But I’m not lying. At the end of the last vision I had, someone told me I was created to end you. Me? Which is ridiculous. Don’t you see? If I were a threat, why would I tell you all of this? I thought I was just a normal human—”

  “Obviously, you were wrong.”

  “Maybe,” Leo whispered, turning his head to the side. “Maybe I was.”

  Alasdair rolled his hips over Leo’s, and the whimper that left him was full of mournful pleasure.

  Leo was giving in. He had no more denials to give.

  His human had finally accepted his fate.

  Alasdair ran his tongue along the vein in Leo’s neck. The easiest way to do this was a clean break. Painless, really, and over in a mere second.

  It was time. He knew he had to do it.

  And better to do it now while the rush of endorphins had Leo completely satiated. Then he heard it: the final soft plea from the man underneath him.

  “Let me go, Alasdair.”

  “I can’t. He will never let it be.”

  He knew that Leo understood exactly whom he meant. He’d seen his bond with Vasilios firsthand.

  “And he decides?”

  “He decides this.”

  “Because?”

  The air around them seemed to crackle under the force of the presence entering it, and that could only mean one thing—Vasilios—who was now standing by the side of the bed.

  Blood stained his hands and his arms, and his shirt was torn and close to rags as the Ancient ran his eyes down their entwined bodies. When they came back to rest on their faces, his top lip tightened, revealing the fangs that had been used on hapless victims centuries over.

  “Because you are a crack in our foundation, human. A weakness in our bond. Our very existence. Alasdair knows it, and so do I,” he answered right before he lunged for the two of them.

  “WAIT!” THE REQUEST that came out of Alasdair sounded more like a demand.

  Leo’s arousal turned to fear as the vampire who’d been over and inside him tensed and got in between him and his maker.

  Vasilios was poised, on the brink of attack, and his sinister sneer made it clear he was ready to kill—him specifically.

  “I do not wait. Not for you. Not for anyone, Alasdair. Do not forget whom you are addressing. Move off of him. Time is up.”

  Like a large cat sizing up its opponent, Alasdair slowly began to move. He crawled over him and shifted until he was upright and on his knees, directly between him and Vasilios. His muscled back and tight, rounded ass shouldn’t have caught his eye in that moment, but after what they’d been doing, it was hard not to look.

  On the edge of the bed, Alasdair bowed his head and stated calmly, “You said I had until dawn. The sun has not yet risen.”

  “I have since had time to change my mind. Move aside, Alasdair.”

  Leo reached for the sheets and pulled them up over his exposed body.

  “I will not. You gave me your w
ord.”

  “And now, I am taking it back,” Vasilios barked.

  Leo’s eyes flicked to the male standing before Alasdair, and he knew that, should Vasilios want to, he could remove Alasdair from his path.

  The tension in the room was born of defiance and disbelief and, on his part, abject fear. If Alasdair didn’t get through to Vasilios, he would be dead.

  And soon.

  “Going back on your word is something you have not done in nearly two thousand years. What has changed?”

  “Isadora. Her presence is quickly dissipating. Diomêdês can barely get a read. She was taken from the same place you took him. By a dark-haired male who knows him. He is connected, and we can’t afford to waste time while you fuck him out of your system. So step aside, agori.”

  Leo’s mind whirled at the words he was hearing.

  The same place they took me from? A male? Dark hair…

  Elias.

  And suddenly, he had a plan. One that might help save his life, and perhaps the woman's—Isadora.

  “Use me,” Leo suggested. The two words had flown out of his mouth before he’d thought better of them.

  When Alasdair slowly turned his head to look down at him, Leo scrambled to his knees, the sheet falling to cover his lap but otherwise baring his naked body.

  “I can help you. I know where Elias works. I know where he lives. I can help your friend.”

  “She is of our blood, human. Not just a friend.”

  Leo shrank back from those words and the hate in Vasilios’s eyes.

  He was terrifying.

  “Keep quiet,” Alasdair said. His tone was low, but the command was clear, and though every instinct told him that being silent would be smart, Leo couldn’t help the drive to fight for his own survival.

  “I’ve been having dreams,” he rushed on, looking around Alasdair’s large shoulder.

  When Vasilios’s eyes focused on him and he bared his teeth, Leo thought he must be mad to continue, but he did so anyway.

  “About you and him, back when he was a human. Back when you hunted him and made him—”

  “Mine,” Vasilios interjected.