After rolling them first, Vail did indeed close his eyes. He didn’t really want to watch anyway. Vail heard Draven start talking in a foreign language, the syllables fluid and musical. Not understanding the words, he tuned them out, and instead focused on taking slow even breaths.
Goosebumps suddenly broke out on his skin and shivers racked his body. It took everything in him to keep his eyes closed and he hissed through clenched teeth. The shivers turned into tendrils of pain. “Draven?”
Draven didn’t stop with his chanting. Instead, he placed a hand on Vail’s chest, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin. His eyes flew open. He had to blink twice to clear his vision. By the time he could see, Draven had stopped chanting and the odd sensations were gone.
The vampire stared down at him, a wrinkle between his brows. “How are you feeling, now?” he asked, concern filling his voice.
Sucking in a deep breath, he assessed himself. “Fine, now. What was that? I thought you said it wasn’t supposed to hurt.” He mentally cringed at how accusatory that sounded. He didn’t want his mate thinking he was weak. “Sorry. Just took me by surprise.”
“Normally, it doesn’t hurt,” Draven admitted. He sat down on the side of the bed. With his hand still on his chest, Vail realized just how close the vampire was, his scent once more drowning out the disgusting smell of incense and doing predictable things to his cock. “The reason it hurt was because I ran into a tracking spell, which I cleared.”
“A tracking spell. What’s that?”
“Just like it sounds,” Drave replied. “Someone was keeping tabs on your where-a-bouts.” Before he could think up more questions, Draven leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll figure that out later. The good news is, you are no longer cursed, my beloved.”
Draven’s last couple words came out a throaty growl and before Vail could respond, Draven captured his mouth again. Vail buried the fingers of one hand in Draven’s short hair and gripped his upper arm with the other. He opened willingly to his soon-to-be lover, dueling with the man’s tongue.
When Vail sucked lightly on Draven’s tongue, Draven growled into his mouth and the fingers of one hand plucked at Vail’s nipples. The bite of pain made Vail’s dick jerk. He grabbed the man and bucked, rolling them until he lay on top.
Breaking the kiss, Vail levered away from Draven and made quick work of the vampire’s clothes. Jerking the shirt over his head, and his jeans down his legs, taking the man’s shoes and socks with it. Draven made no move to help or to stop him, lying passive under him. Once he had the man naked, Vail paused and drank in the sight. The dips and ridges of Draven’s lean muscle called to him, and he wanted to trace every one of them with his tongue.
Draven smiled up at him, his eyes glowing red with lust. “Come here, Vail,” he ordered, holding out a hand.
Vail wasted no time in obeying. With his knees on either side of Draven’s thighs, he blanketed the man. He let out a low moan as their dicks rubbed together, smearing the pre-cum leaking from both their erections.
Sighing, Vail rested his forehead against Draven’s shoulder and slowly rutted against the other man, content just to feel. After suffering blue balls for the last week, and not expecting relief, to have his mate in his arms, naked and willing, was something he wanted to take a moment to treasure.
Placing open-mouthed kisses on Draven’s collarbone, Vail worked his way up his neck to his ear. He pulled the fleshy lobe into his mouth and sucked, reveling in the low grunts and groans escaping the man beneath him. Draven rocked his hips up to meet each of Vail’s thrusts and skimmed his hands over the muscles of Vail’s back.
When he reached Vail’s butt, he gripped the cheeks of his ass and used the hold to increase the force of their ruts. A second later, the tip of one of Draven’s digits fingered his pucker for a couple seconds, sending a shiver up his spine. When Draven breached his ass, sliding a finger into him, Vail moaned. Releasing Draven’s earlobe, he growled. It’d been a long time since he’d allowed anyone inside him, but his mate had made it plain what he wanted, and Vail wanted to give that to him.
He turned his head and captured Draven’s mouth in a quick kiss. Pulling away, he murmured, “Hold that thought.”
Chapter Five
Draven watched as Vail pulled away from him and scrambled to the side of the bed. His dick was harder than steel and he couldn’t wait to bury himself in the tight hole he’d felt. The man had a fine ass, too. One he really wanted to mark.
With that thought in mind, as soon as Vail procured lube from the nightstand, Draven grabbed his ankle and yanked. Vail let out an undignified humph, but didn’t fight Draven as he pulled him closer. Once Draven had the wolf shifter sprawled in the middle of the bed, he blanketed his beloved with his body and nipped his lover’s neck.