"Beloved," the vampire murmured.
Frankie cocked his head. "I'm Frankie. Frankie Drunger."
"I will call you mine," the guy replied. The man struggled to his feet, and for just an instant, Frankie didn't think he was going to make it. Then the vampire growled low in his throat and steadied.
That growl did funny things to Frankie's stomach and his cock filled further, coming to full mast in his jeans. He whimpered, reached down, and adjusted himself. The man followed his movements and when Frankie met his gaze, heat burned in his blue-eyed stare and his irises began to turn red again.
"You like that, don't you, wolf?" the guy all but purred, stalking forward.
Frankie was bigger than the vampire by a good couple inches, but somehow, he still felt like the prey. "Yeah. Your growl is sexy. I wish I could feel it against my balls," he responded bluntly. With all the blood pooling below his belt, Frankie said the first thing that came to mind.
The man actually chuckled, not seeming to be put off by the idea at all. Suddenly, Frankie found himself maneuvered sideways and pinned against the wall. "Wow, you're stronger than you look," Frankie commented, impressed. Since the guy didn't seem to mind manhandling him, Frankie took the liberty of wrapping his arms around him and palming his ass. The firm mounds felt good in his hands and he squeezed lightly, eliciting a clearly surprised grunt from the vampire.
Frankie grinned. "Looks like you like that," he said, squeezing again to make his point. He eyed the guy's sharp fangs and quipped, "You gonna tell me your name before you bite me, vampire?"
The vampire's smile became even bigger, his fangs on clear display. "Not shy, are you?" he crooned, thrusting his hips and rubbing his hard shaft against Frankie's equally rigid dick.
Sparks of pleasure fired through his body, setting his balls on fire. It wouldn't take much for him to unload, and he suddenly really wanted to get off. He widened his stance slightly to bring his height down the couple inches needed to be even with his mate. Yup, this vampire is definitely my mate. "Don't see a reason to be shy when we're both ready to explode," he grunted, meeting the guy's next thrust.
"Mmm, good point," his mate replied. "Name's Dobs, Frankie. Tilt you neck a bit so I can get at that throbbing vein."
Moaning at the strained order, Frankie's wolf wanted to roll over and show its belly to its mate. Frankie did as he was told. Dobs seemed to take that as the consent it was. He scraped his fangs up Frankie's neck once, twice, the sensation causing Frankie's grip to squeeze and release Dobs' ass cheeks spastically.
Frankie thought maybe begging would get the vampire to hurry the fuck up, then Dobs sank his fangs into Frankie's neck. He hadn't expected it to feel so good, but even the first flash of pain sent another surge of blood to his cock. His dick seemed to throb faster and faster in time with the sucking pulls Dobs applied to his neck.
The feel of his balls pulling tight to his body had his eyelids sliding to half-mast. A ragged moan escaped his throat as his orgasm roared through his system. Cum flooded his jeans, warm and sticky. He imagined the seams of his crotch ready to burst as he kept coming, kept spilling, as Dobs kept drinking blood from his neck. White spots danced before his eyes and he feared he'd pass out from the pleasure of it all.
Chapter Three
The bliss caused by the heady influx of blood to his system almost caused Dobs to come on the spot. When Frankie-and really, what kind of name was that for a massive wolf shifter?-had walked into the room and his scent had hit Dobs, he could only think of one thing, getting at the big man's blood and confirming that he was his beloved. That the guy had seemed more than amenable to the idea was definitely a bonus.
A hand landing on Dobs' shoulder made him lift his head and snarl. That was when he realized he'd still been drinking from the now pale shifter. Frankie leaned heavily against the wall. His breath came in short pants, and his eyes were no longer focused. Although, Dobs thought that could have been from coming so hard-the scent of cum heavy in the air gave away the fact that Frankie had orgasmed-it could also have been from too much blood-loss.
"Oh, shit," he hissed.
"Yeah, ya fucking idiot," Lex growled, cuffing him on the backside of his head.
That seemed to pull Frankie out of his … whatever, for the wolf actually snapped his attention to Lex and snarled, and not in a friendly way. Hiding his smirk, because he really did feel like an ass for nearly mindlessly attacking Frankie, Dobs ran his hand through the guy's blond hair-thick and shaggy, great for holding onto while fucking-and crooned, "Easy. He just wanted to get our attention."
"He could have done that without hitting you," Frankie replied irritably, still glaring daggers at Lex.
"Yes, he could have," Dobs agreed, frowning at his friend. Returning his focus to Frankie, Dobs gave him a once over. Still pale, but at least his breathing leveled out and his eyes were once again clear. "How do you feel?"
Frankie grinned at him. "Pretty darn good. Am I gonna come every time you bite me?"
"Probably," Dobs replied honestly.
"Then you can bite me anytime, my mate," Frankie said, leaning toward him and nuzzling his cheek against Dobs'.
Dobs stiffened at the contact as well as the man's term mate. Both were things that reminded him of what his beloved had turned out to be, a shifter. Frankie straightened and tilted his head to eye him quizzically, also a very canine move.
Fuck, this is going to take some getting used to.
"Are you okay?" Frankie asked. "You were pretty pale when I came in, but … you look a bit better now. Maybe a little skinny," he added, eyeing him critically.
It took everything in Dobs not to snarl. Frankie was judging him? He wasn't the one who turned into an animal. "I'm fine," he answered through gritted teeth.
Frankie actually looked hurt, dropping his gaze and muttering, "Sorry."
Biting back an apology of his own-although, he really hadn't intended to insult the shifter first thing-Dobs, instead, offered, "Let's get you cleaned up."
"Sure," Frankie murmured, still not meeting his eyes. He slid sideways along the wall, away from him, then lumbered over to the sideboard. The shifter kept his head down and his gaze on the floor.
"Son of a bitch," Dobs mumbled. What was it with this wolf? He was unlike any shifter he'd ever met, and over the course of his century and a half life, he'd met more than his fair share, even while trying to avoid them. This guy, though, he was aggressive and defended Dobs one minute, then acted like a meek puppy the next. Would he have to walk on eggshells all the time around him?
To Dobs' utter shock, after grabbing a handful of napkins, Frankie actually dropped his jeans. The firm globes of his ass made Dobs' mouth water and he fought the urge to drop to his knees behind the man and sink his fangs into one of them, marking Dobs' ass as his. Then he remembered they weren't the only two in the room.
Instinct took over. Roaring with jealousy, Dobs flew across the room and grabbed his beloved, covering him from behind. He glared daggers at his friends. "Get out," he snarled.
Lex and Seb rolled their eyes, but headed toward the door quickly enough. Lex muttered, "You're the one who virtually attacked him and created the problem."
Dobs didn't need the reminder. He hissed and showed his fangs to the other vampire. He had to admit, with the shifter's powerful blood coursing through his veins, he felt ten times better.
Caspian followed the pair at a more sedate pace, his arm around his bunny shifter mate. The albino paused in the doorway and turned to Dobs. "He is a shifter. You will have to get used to a certain lack of modesty," he warned before allowing his mate to pull him from the room.
Once the door closed, Dobs stepped back. Frankie turned around, completely unashamed that his half hard dick was hanging out. "What was that all about?"