Page 80 of Ever Dark Academy: Vol. 1

“Perhaps.” Ryder smiled almost secretively. “Which one would you most like to see?”

Grayson’s eyes eagerly devoured all of the forms from a magnificent stag to a lion. “Maybe it’s boring, but… the wolf. I want to see you as a wolf.”

Ryder nodded as if this made sense to him. “Wolves are beautiful.”

“I bet you’re a beautiful wolf.”

“You’ll have to make your own determination.”

Ryder’s lips drifted down to the pulse point at the wrist and those silver eyes hooded as he rested his mouth there. Grayson stilled, suddenly very aware of his heartbeat, too. His breath caught when Ryder kissed his inner wrist. It was such a delicate spot. The veins were near the surface. A human could bleed out if those were damaged there. He swallowed deeply as Ryder brought his hand down between them, resting it against the center of his chest. Grayson flexed his fingers, wanting to touch, but Ryder held him easily where he was.

“Rules,” Ryder said and the word had Grayson frowning.

“No.”

“Yes.” Ryder smiled. “You need to agree to these or we stop right now.”

“Are you kidding? You want this as much as I do! Your cock is going to bust through that zipper,” Grayson groaned.

Those leather pants showed off that large bulge quite nicely. Grayson wondered if he would get a chance to taste Ryder’s cum. Could a Vampire’s semen turn one into a Vampire? Or was it different in any way? Was it dead? He realized he had no idea. Maybe he could listen to what Ryder had to say for a little while.

“Keep undressing and we’ll talk as we do,” Grayson said and pointedly pulled his hand away from Ryder.

The Vampire though was not trying to hold on. If he had been, Grayson knew that only using his powers--and a lot of them--could he have broken away otherwise. That should have bothered him, but it didn’t. There was almost a thrill at being this close to a fire that could burn, but instead only gave warmth. Then again, he, too, could have ripped Ryder’s head off with a thought so maybe they were both playing with fire.

Ryder grinned and shook his head. But not in disagreement as he unlaced his boot as he said, “Do you want me to feed from you?”

Grayson--whose hands had been on his belt--froze and he blinked. “Oh, yeah! For sure. I want to experience that. Do I get to taste your blood?”

Ryder froze. “No, Grayson, there’s a great risk you could turn even if you weren’t wholly near death.”

“Oh, right.” Grayson was shocked at his own disappointment. “Totally makes sense. So no, that’s out then.”

Ryder still wasn’t moving. His expression was strange. Taut and twisted for a moment. Grayson half thought he might start putting his clothes back on and take off.

Desperate for that not to happen, Grayson said, “Cum. What about that? Can I suck you off?”

Silver eyes were focused once more on his face. “Yes. That’s… that’s relatively safe.”

“Relatively?” Grayson laughed.

“Nothing is completely safe with me or any Vampire, Grayson,” Ryder said almost coldly.

“I’m not some shrinking violet here,” Grayson pointed out as the belt slithered from the loops of his pants. He was not a belt person. Why had he agreed to a belt? This whole outfit was being pushed into the farthest corners of the closet, warm or not.

“I realize that. You might have some rules, too. But I’m not your food,” Ryder said bluntly.

Grayson blinked. “Okay, I see your point. But I can kiss a cow--in a platonic way--and not end up eating them.”

Ryder’s forehead scrunched up and then he was laughing. “Sorry! Just trying to imagine you kissing a cow!”

Grayson grinned and pulled the sweater and shirt off at the same time. He was blinded for a moment, only able to see the firelight flickering through the weft and weave of the material. Ryder helped him pull it completely off. Grayson quickly went to flatten his hair as he felt it standing on end. Nothing was more unsexy than staticky hair. But Ryder didn’t seem to feel that way. His silver eyes were glowing–literally glowing–in the soft firelight of the room. He tossed Grayson’s sweater and shirt over the back of the couch and then smoothed down Grayson’s floating hair.

“Ugh, I’m all messy,” Grayson groused.

“You’re beautiful,” Ryder murmured.

The Vampire cupped his face and they were kissing again. The faint remnants of wine were on Ryder’s tongue and another taste. It was hard to qualify. It was addictive though. Grayson surged up against him, searching for more. Ryder’s massive arms encircled him, crushing Grayson to him, and it was marvelous. Grayson’s feet actually left the ground a few inches. Ryder’s strength was amazing. That taste… that taste though was...

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