Breaking the Play boy′s Curse(9)

“Where…” Vail paused and frowned. “How do we do this?”

Draven lifted his hands and cupped his jaw. “First,” he murmured, leaning close. “I taste these magnificent lips of yours.”

“Okay,” he managed to reply before Draven captured his mouth.

Draven wasn’t gentle or shy. He claimed Vail’s mouth, dominated it, taking it over like an army storming a castle. His tongue thrust into his mouth and Vail tangled his own with it, tasting, and teasing the other man. Draven growled into his mouth, one hand sliding around to cup Vail’s head to hold him in place.

Vail felt the window behind him against his shoulders as Draven pressed into him with his lean, muscular body. He wrapped his arms around the man and held on, letting Draven take them where he wanted to go. It wasn’t often he took the backseat in an encounter, but it felt natural with Draven.

Finally, when breathing became paramount, Draven broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Vail’s. With only an inch or two differences in their heights, it was all too easy to just relax in the other man’s arms.

“Okay,” Draven murmured, looking deep into Vail’s eyes. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can fuck you through the mattress.”

Vail smirked. “You think I’m gonna let you top me, vampire?” he teased.

Draven grinned, showing off his fangs. For a second, his eyes changed to red, then back again. “Oh, yes, and you’ll beg for it.”

He thought of how he could turn the tables and seduce the man. It’d be fun to convince his mate of the pleasures of submitting to him. But first, the problem of the curse. “You’ll have to release me first,” he pointed out.

Sighing, Draven loosened his hold and pulled away from him. “Of course.” He looked around the room. “Strip down to your briefs and lie on the bed,” he ordered, pointing.

Vail slowly moved to obey. Shifters weren’t modest by nature, since they had to lose their clothes to shift or risk getting caught in them. Not a fun prospect. Still, he was curious. After pulling off his shirt, he toed off his sneakers and asked, “Why do the clothes have to be removed?”

It wasn’t until he’d ditched his jeans and stood in his birthday suit—few shifters bothered with underwear—that Draven answered. “I really just wanted to see if you’d do it,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Vail’s brows shot up and he looked over his shoulder, pausing in where he crawled onto the bed. The vampire’s eyes once more glowed red and his focus seemed to be riveted to Vail’s ass.

“Cheeky bastard,” Vail mumbled

Draven grinned and moved toward him, all fluid grace, and confidence. “I won’t touch you until we’re sure it’s safe, but damn I am enjoying the view. Love that you go commando. So sexy,” he growled.

Vail couldn’t help grinning. It felt good that his mate obviously wanted him so much. If the guy’s red eyes hadn’t given him away, the scent of arousal flooding the room and the large bulge in his jeans certainly would have. Vail’s fingers twitched, itching to touch. Forcing his gaze away, he reclined on the bed.

“Damn, I wish I hadn’t said I wouldn’t touch,” Draven said.

Vail lifted a brow and followed Draven’s gaze. He refused to blush when he realized what caught Draven’s fascination. Vail’s erection jutted from his groin, thick and heavy, a bead of moisture leaked from the tip.

“Just do your damn test,” he snapped, his sexual frustration causing his words to come out sharper than intended.

Draven chuckled, not at all offended. “Of course.”

He strolled over to his coat, which he’d left over the back of a chair, and rummaged through the pockets. Pulling out two pouches, he returned to the bed. From the first pouch, he pulled a small saucer and a lighter, from the second he pulled a tiny, dark-brown, inch-tall cone. Draven lit the tip and a thin line of smoke rose into the air.

Vail crinkled his nose at the odor. “What is that?”

“Incense,” Draven stated.

“Made from what? It stinks.”

Draven chuckled. “Are you sure you want to know?” he asked, lifting a brow.

Vail scowled at him. At least it had wilted his erection.

“Powdered deer antler mixed with powdered bull penis and compacted into a cone.”

Yup, his erection was most certainly gone and now his balls wanted to crawl up inside his body. “What?”

“You asked,” Draven stated. “Now shut up and relax. In fact, maybe you should just close your eyes. This will only take a couple of minutes.”