He had actually forgotten about all the reasons he had picked up Matt in the first place.
“Just stop fighting me and listen, damn it.”
Despite his anger, Matt’s voice sent a tingle of anticipation through Harley’s still eager body. He stopped struggling and lay panting, staring defiantly up at his captor.
He couldn’t read the look on Matt’s face, but the scent of increasing arousal was heady in the air. It seemed a little struggle turned them both on. Handcuffs might be in his immediate future, but he didn’t think arresting him was on the man’s mind.
“Fuck!”
“We were about to.” Matt dipped his head down and claimed Harley’s tense lips until they parted for him. “Even cops have sex, enjoy sex, Harley.”
He kissed Harley’s eyelids closed. “And I’m off duty.” Then his nose and each cheek, the touch a light brush that made Harley’s skin gooseflesh.
“On my own time. With you.” He nipped at Harley’s chin, then soothed it with a lick. “Right where I’m supposed to be. Where I want to be.”
Cutting off any comment Harley might make, Matt captured the vampire’s mouth. He thoroughly explored it with his tongue and lips until Harley knew Matt could tell how many teeth the vampire had.
The urge to drop his fangs made his jaw ache, but he held back. Matt had already proven he was more than a match for Harley in the fight department. He knew he was weakened, but not so far gone that a man, even a brawny, muscular man, should be able to overpower him. His end was definitely near. So why ruin what was proving to be a great night of sex? Harley moaned and relaxed, surrendering.
The hold on his wrists didn’t lessen at first, but Matt leaned in and attacked every erogenous zone Harley owned. First he bit the soft skin of Harley’s neck hard enough the vampire knew it would leave a mark. It sent a flush of pleasure to blaze along his nerve endings. A trail of enticing caresses and soft, wet, nibbling kisses mapped out the contours of his torso and groin.
Just as Harley felt himself ready to explode, a strong touch encircled the root of his cock and a firm pressure dampened the fire to a dull ache.
“Not so fast, Harley.” While keeping a firm grip in place to quell Harley’s pending climax, Matt kissed the tip of Harley’s shaft, lapping at the underside of the reddened cap, tasting the sampling of pre-cum collecting in the slit. Harley would have suggested a condom, but he knew the man couldn’t catch anything from him. Vampires didn’t carry infections. Usually.
Licking his way around the spongy head, Matt bathed the sensitive tip in saliva then suckled it dry again. Turning his grip into a slow massage up and down the hard shaft, he began to stroke over the sac beneath it. Harley’s hips moved in time to the rhythm.
Smoothing the traces of saliva and pre-cum over Harley’s cock, Matt aligned their bodies. He lowered himself to rest his weight fully on Harley until their arousals slid against each other. The slightest motion sent waves of sizzling lust up Harley’s spine.
Harley moaned, then bit his lip when it brought a smile to Matt’s lips. Ducking down to capture the sound with his mouth, Matt delivered a deep kiss that stole both the moan and Harley’s breath away.
Propping himself up on his elbows on either side of Harley’s chest, Matt began to grind and thrust into Harley in a breath-taking dance of pure lustful need. Harley responded to the explosive rhythm and matched it.
Matt gracefully shifted off Harley’s body to settle between his legs. He captured Harley’s pleasure-glazed stare in his own and then swallowed Harley’s erection to the base. Matt sucked and swallowed, using one hand to hold Harley’s writhing hips to the mattress and the other to caress the soft skin around his spread ass. Harley grunted and rocked as Matt ran a finger over the skin between Harley’s scrotum and the opening to his body.
Nearing the edge of climax, Harley moaned and bucked as Matt worked a spit-covered finger roughly into Harley’s opening. Matt released Harley’s shaft and began to lick and nip at it as he worked two more fingers in. Matt angled every hard thrust of his hand to rub over Harley’s prostate, making him shudder with pain-tinged pleasure. One hand massaged Harley’s tight sac as he worked his fingers in and out, establishing a rhythm of stroking and thrusts.
“Come on fantasy man, do me!” Harley literally vibrated with tension, his body screaming with the need. He needed to come, he needed to feed and he needed for this not to end.
Suddenly his orientation shifted as his position changed. Before he knew it he was kneeling on the bed on all fours, ass in the air, hips held in place by Matt’s powerful hands. His knees were shoved apart and a slicked, iron-hard poker of heated flesh jabbed at the waiting entrance to his body. His asshole puckered and clenched at the intrusion, then grasped the thick shaft as it inched in and pulled out in a smooth, slippery slide of hard flesh on flesh.
“Fuck!”
Once again his body was suddenly lifted and repositioned. Pulled back onto Matt’s thickly muscled thighs, Harley found himself in Matt’s lap, ass filled with every inch of the other man’s cock. Strong arms embraced him from behind, clasping his back tightly to Matt’s broad chest.
A hand brushed over his nipples, tweaking and rubbing them to stiff peaks. They burned and crinkled, erect and excited. His cock jutted out from between his widespread thighs, knees bent and calves held apart by Matt’s. The moderate growth of dark coarse hair on the man’s legs and groin brushed against sensitive areas of Harley’s ass and inner thighs and the sweet, teasing friction made his cock ache with need.
The sliding pressure in his ass sent jolts of electric pleasure up his spine with each thrust. An added little twist of Matt’s hip at the end of the thrust hit Harley’s prostate every now and then. Each hit made his vision blur and the room dim. If it had been on target with each thrust, Harley was sure he’d have passed out from it. The stretch and burn at his opening each time Matt plunged deep enough that his cock was buried to its stout, flared base sent a special thrill straight to Harley’s brain.
His hair was grabbed and his head was gently but forcibly bent back. Matt’s earthy scent filled Harley’s nose and mouth. He could almost taste the rich tang of the man’s blood. The smell was pungent, full of sweat and hormones with a touch of something Harley still could not identify. The smell piqued his arousal like nothing else ever had.
Matt nipped and licked the length of Harley’s exposed neck, raising blood to the surface with a few overly sharp bites.
The rough play pushed Harley’s blood lust higher and he reached for his cock to sate at least one of his body’s needs. Before they could reach their goal, both his hands were snapped up and captured in Matt’s square palms.
“I got this one, lover. It’s all on me.”
Matt spread his thighs, forcing Harley’s to open wider as well. He clasped Harley’s wrists in one hand and held the vampire’s arms to his chest in an unyielding embrace. Cock barely leaving Harley’s body, Matt began a series of rapid thrusts, each movement pressing his shaft deeper and deeper, stretching the nerve-filled ring of guardian muscle and sliding unerringly over the swollen nub of Harley’s prostate.
“Satan’s son! Bastard!” Harley writhed and bucked.
The stimulation sent spasms through him, shivers and bolts of feelings so intense Harley could only describe them as surreal. He grunted and moaned, his cock iron-hard, a deep hue of red that told him where most of his scant blood supply was currently circulating. His nipples burned, the bites on his neck scalded his skin, his wrists hurt, his mind reeled and his ass had become the focus of his entire world. He felt full, electric, terrified, restless and exhausted, and he needed something to bite. He needed to touch his cock, to get that last bit of pressure, stimulation, contact, to push him over the edge, but Matt wouldn’t let go of him. In this position, he wasn’t close enough to anything to bite.
“Bastard, bastard, bastard!”
He was going to burst into flame any minute now, he was sure of it. He bucked and squirmed t
rying to free himself from Matt’s hold, needing release but not really wanting to leave Matt’s arms. He didn’t want this to end, but it had to. He needed to come and he needed to feed. He’d lose his mind if he didn’t.
Throwing his head back, Harley tossed it from side to side, trying unsuccessfully to make some kind of contact with Matt’s body. A ridge of flesh, a fold of skin, anything he could sink his fangs into for a taste. All he could handle anymore was a small taste, and he needed it more now than he had in all his decades as a vampire.
Suddenly, hot lips pressed to the bullet scar on his temple and the room swam as a wave of dizziness crashed over him. A sharp cry of pain escaped him, then a beefy wrist was jammed into his open mouth before he could pull his head away.
Harley didn’t even think about what he was doing before his fangs descended and he was slurping and gulping down mouthful after mouthful of rich, slick blood. His swallows were in time to the deep thrusts in his ass. He came as the first droplets of blood coated his tongue, a pulsing thin stream of pink-tinged cum that splashed his flat, pale abdomen and lean thighs, filling the air with the scent of his own release, nearly overwhelming the taste of the ambrosia on his lips and in his mouth.
Matt’s human heartbeat pounded through the man’s broad, sweaty chest and thumped against Harley’s back in time to his swallows. A flood of heated cum suddenly shot up his ass, the fluid burning every cell it touched, creating a chain reaction of building pleasure as more and more of it spread into his body, absorbed and channeled to his nervous system, enveloping his every fiber in an erotic seizure of pleasure and passion. Even the insistent, wet tongue strokes against his head wound became tolerable. He had no idea what just happened to him, but it left him euphoric and dazed.
His stomach growled with pleasure. Harley couldn’t stop himself from drinking more. He didn’t take time to question why the wrist had been offered or why it continued to be offered without a struggle. They all struggled at the first bite, but he could keep his victims cooperative with a hypnotic gaze and distracting lick of their cock, or a shift and jut of his talented ass. He could do none of those things right now, and yet the wrist remained at his lips.
He used both hands to grasp the sinewy arms holding him tightly to Matt’s muscular body, desperate for the moment to continue no matter what the reason. Despite the pain he knew his teeth were causing, Matt kept his wrist pressed firmly to Harley’s lips.
Swallowing down a final gulp of the rich, exotic tasting blood, Harley barely registered Matt’s second release inside of him. Unusually groggy with the newly gorged-on blood, he regretted when Matt’s still hard cock slid from his ass, leaving him awash with a hollow, lonely feeling. His eyes fluttered closed and when he forced them back open, he was lying on his back on the bed, his head propped up on a soft pillow, legs splayed out on either side of Matt’s kneeling body as it loomed over him. His wrists were again encased in Matt’s grip, one on either side of his hips.
Harley licked the last of the blood from his lips, savoring the familiar yet unidentifiable and unique flavor of the man. Eyelids heavy with a strange euphoric feeling that battled with his predatory vampiric nature, Harley shivered and twitched. Fear, excitement, pleasure—he wasn’t sure what it was, but it buffeted his senses and confused him.
Fangs still absentmindedly descended, he smiled up at a waiting Matt and licked his lips again, Matt’s flavor becoming more distinct and recognizable.
“You taste good.”
His eyelids drooped and he forced them wide again to stare up at Matt’s face. The man looked smug and slightly expectant, as if he was waiting for Harley to say something more. The vampire obliged, a sleepy, indistinct mutter to his words.
“You taste…I don’t know, kind of—wild. Primal.” He raked his teeth over his tongue, reawakening the lingering tang of rich blood. “Kinda scares me a little, but it makes me feel good, too.” He closed his eyelids and searched his brain for a name to describe the taste. It was on the tip of his tongue, he just needed to concentrate. “Powerful and woodsy. Reminds me of a wild beast in the forest.”
Eyelids popping open, Harley blinked at the shimmering vision of Matt’s looming, naked body in front of him. Matt’s dark hair was mussed, his broad shoulders flexed as he knelt between Harley legs, bent forward slightly to pin Harley’s wrists to the bed down low on the mattress, cock still long and thick and hard, proudly jutting up between them.
Matt was masterful, gorgeous and delicious. Even now the scent of the man’s blood filled the air and teased Harley’s darker desires. Harley’s long dead soul stirred in his chest and he swore his still heart gave a thunderous beat. He frowned, giving an unwilling voice to his thoughts.
“You’re—” About to reveal the sudden rush of uncharacteristic emotion and longing for the man, Harley faltered as a name for Matt’s flavor finally popped into this head. “You’re...lycan!”
“Jesus, holy fuck, son of Satan, son a bitcccch!” Harley jerked and kicked, flinging his head and bucking, scrambling and convulsing to escape Matt’s relentless, unyielding grip. “Christ almighty, motherfucker, spawn of the devil’s dog, let me go!” He spat on the floor, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of his lover, more for spite than from a desire to have it gone.
“Bastard, bastard, bastard! Werewolf! Heathen bastard!” He twisted, jerked, writhed and arched but he never gained an inch of freedom.
Matt waited until Harley had nearly exhausted himself then slowly lowered his body until they were chest to chest and face to face.
“And you’re vampire.”
“No shit!” Defiant, Harley licked a smear of blood from his lips, then grinned around his still extended fangs. “What was your first clue, Deputy?”
Pulling one of Harley’s bitten and scarred hands off the bed, Matt examined it more closely. A frown marred his handsome face as he ran a thumb over the tortured skin. “A sick vampire.”
He tucked the hand down under the combined weight of both their bodies, then used his free hand to brush Harley’s sweaty bangs aside to reveal the healing bullet wound. “You survived a bullet wound to the head without bleeding out. Tough one, even for a vampire. That’s one for the books, isn’t it?”
All his concern and caring was met with a fierce glare and silence from Harley, until Matt touched the wound and Harley gasped and jerked his head away.
“Still hurts?” Matt’s frown deepened. His fingers brushed over the wound again.
This time it didn’t hurt quite as much but Harley still buried the side of his face in the pillow to minimize the contact. He’d have bitten Matt’s fingers if he didn’t think his already too-full stomach would rebel at receiving more blood.
Retreating from Harley’s wound, Matt used his hand to turn the vampire’s face back to him. “Mangled your senses didn’t it? You really didn’t know I was lycan until you tasted my blood. I would never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself. You are something special, Harley.”
Harley blinked at the look of awe in Matt’s eyes and in his voice. No one else so far had thought his surviving had been anything but a freak living through a freak attack. The admiration was disconcerting. The look of affection and pride in Matt’s eyes was highly disturbing. That flopping sensation inside his chest happened again and he swore he felt a beat under his rib cage. The whole moment made him speechless.
When Harley didn’t respond, Matt added, “I can make it better.”
“What?”
“The pain from the bullet wound.” He jutted his chin at the scar. “I can make it better faster, over time. Just like the wound on your back.”
Harley flexed his shoulders and realized the burn from the splinter was completely gone as if it had never been there. He gave Matt a narrowed eye glare. “How’d you do that?”
“In each pack there is one who is the healer. I’ve been given the gift in mine.”
Searching the room as if more werewolves were going to spring from the closets, Harley
demanded, “Where’s the rest of them?”
“Not close. I’ve been on my own here for a year or so. Waiting for my mate to arrive.” He stroked tenderly over Harley’s lips, playfully rubbing the tips of his fangs in the process. “And now you have.”
He kissed the tip of Harley’s chin and nuzzled his neck while his hips began to slide over Harley’s, hard cock. The action smeared the fluid from their combined releases into each other’s skin.
Speech edged with a harsh sarcasm and the hesitant confusion caused by exhaustion, Harley relaxed nonetheless, allowing himself to enjoy the little kisses and soft caresses Matt lavished on his sensitive neck. “I’m on the run, crazy man. Away from people, not to them. And especially not to a furball like you. Animal.”
Matt ignored the half-hearted insult and probed for more information. “From the guy that did this?”
“No.” It came out as more of a snort than a word. “He’s long dead.” Harley tried to look at Matt, to gauge what the man/werewolf was thinking, but his eyelids wouldn’t cooperate. He hadn’t felt this tired in decades, if ever. “I’ve got bigger problems than that asshole.”
“Vampire hunters?”
His whole world had narrowed down to Matt’s strong, inquisitive voice and Harley responded to it without wanting to. He wanted to sleep instead. God, he hated feeling this weak.
“Worse. Vampire vampire hunters.” He sighed and licked his lips, absently noting that his fangs had receded along with his ability to stay awake. “Eliminators.”
“Whoa!”
The surprise was there, but Harley had expected it to be more pronounced and panicked. The thought of the assassins panicked him. Usually. Just not right now for some reason.
“Yeah. So get off me. I gotta go.” Not a single muscle in his body responded besides his tongue. That didn’t get him off the bed or out from under Matt’s reassuring weight.
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