Page 86 of Ever Dark Academy: Vol. 1

“It doesn’t have to matter to you. I just want you to know that it matters to me,” Ryder said and clenched his jaw.

What was he saying? What did he mean?

Grayson slowly looked back towards him. “We’re going to see one another tomorrow and the night after that and the night after that. Especially if we’re going after the Pact. And I’m supposed to keep all those hungry students away from you so… if we have fun together that’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“If we enjoy it and look forward to the next time that doesn’t mean anything but that we are having a good time,” Grayson said.

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

“I’d like to enjoy you. I’d like to do this again. Loads of times actually. We won’t get a chance to do everything I want tonight.” Grayson flashed him a smile.

Ryder actually blushed. “No, nor I.”

“So we’re just going to enjoy this and not worry about anything then? We have this time and then when it ends, it ends. No harm. No foul.” Grayson’s expression though was so blank as to be disconcerting.

Was this what Grayson wanted? Or was this what Grayson thought he did? Or were they both just saying what they thought the other wanted to hear or what they thought they felt but really didn’t?

“I want more of this too. I want to… enjoy you as well,” Ryder admitted.

Maybe this night would be all they got. After all, the Ashyr would discover Grayson’s ability at sometime. Sooner rather than later. And if Grayson really was an Immortal reborn then… well, then Grayson himself would not be interested in anything more with him. He was a Weryn and his and the Ashyr’s Bloodlines were not terribly friendly. Not that the Weryn were friendly with any Bloodline, but he and Demos had taken out one of the Ashyr’s damaged War children. They’d had to do it. They hadn’t been able to wait for backup or alert the Ashyr to deal with this Childe themselves. So they were not a favorite.

“Then we’re good. You’re not upset anymore?” Grayson added.

“No. I’m not upset.”

“It was my fault for talking.” Grayson grinned. “Talking during sex is a bad idea. Talking before sex usually is. And talking after is completely verboten so--”

“How do you get your partners into bed if you do not speak to them at least beforehand? Do you grunt and point? Make hand gestures? Thrust your pelvis in their direction?” Ryder asked, a smile threatening to break out and wash his upset away. Grayson had that effect.

He actually knew the answer to that question. When he was shifted and with others of the Weryn, they communicated by the slightest of movements, sounds and scents. But he was curious what Grayson would have to say.

“You’d be surprised what a few hip thrusts can communicate.” Grayson waggled his eyebrows. “Here, let me show you.”

Grayson pushed his groin against Ryder’s. His cock, hard and leaking and needy, pressed against Ryder’s hip and then between his thighs. Lust bloomed within him again as if it were hot embers that were fed fresh, dry wood. Grayson was utterly intriguing and--

“And what about this move? What does it communicate to you?” Grayson asked as he leaned to the side, exposing his neck to Ryder.

Ryder’s eyes fixed on the pulse point in Grayson’s swan-like throat. His fangs slid out and were fully extended. His heart sped up, joining in rhythm with Grayson’s. The young man’s heart rate increased as he did this.

“I want to fuck you and then you can feed from me. Or if you can do it at the same time…” Grayson smiled bewitchingly at him as he suddenly broke out of Ryder’s light embrace and sauntered to the bed.

Ryder tracked him with his whole body. Grayson’s heart rate increased again, knowing the predator was at the forefront, but he still smiled. He laid down on the bed, almost coquettishly and started to fondle his cock. The other arm slid under his head as he regarded Ryder just as hungrily.

“You’ve seen the other in me and accepted it,” Grayson said. His thumb trailed over the head of his cock and pulled the slit apart. He shivered as he did it. “I don’t want you to hide who you are either. I know you’re a Vampire, Ryder. I want you to be one with me.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Ryder got out in a thick voice around his fangs.

He was not hungry for food. He did not need to slake his thirst. He wouldn’t have agreed to do this if he had been the least bit interested in blood. But the thought of Grayson’s blood on his tongue--hot and sweet and inviting--had his stomach clenching and his mouth dry as dust.

“Probably not,” Grayson admitted. “But I’m open to it.”

“I would say you were foolish, but I want to taste your blood very much.”

Ryder stalked over to the bed. If Grayson resisted him or showed any hint that he wanted this to stop, Ryder would stop. He was in control of the predator. The predator did not control him.

Grayson laid back on the bed, completely seemingly at ease. His eyes tracked Ryder’s approach and his breath caught when Ryder pounced onto the bed. He’d used his Vampire speed so likely it had appeared to Grayson that he’d disappeared from beside the bed and reappeared straddling the young man.

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