Page 26 of First Blood
And I made him take it all, hard and deep. He scored stinging marks down my back with his fingernails and wrapped his legs around my hips, driving me even deeper. “Is that — all — you’ve got?” he murmured between kisses. All I fucking had? Fucking hardly. “Oh — fuck, Victor, fuck —”
Because thatwasn’tall I had, and I showed him, pounding him into the mattress as the bed creaked and groaned and the headboard cracked rhythmically into the wall. I looped an arm under his waist and dragged him up and against me, half-suspending him in the air and holding myself up on the other arm. I couldn’t last much longer. My orgasm had me in its clutches, and every muscle locked up tight.
I wrapped my hand around his slim waist and slammed into him over and over, holding him steady so every thrust counted, making him scream, his head flung back and that throat exposed to me. I couldn’t resist it, flushed pink andright there, and I bent and sucked a mark into his flesh just below his jaw.
Wet heat spattered my chest. He’d come again, from my cock in him and my mouth on him, and that was it. I shoved myself as deep inside him as I could go, all his muscles clenching tight around me, and came so hard I couldn’t breathe.
It went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure so crushingly intense it was nearly agony. I barely had the presence of mind to collapse onto my elbows so I didn’t crush Laurie under me, and then I hung my head down, resting my forehead on the pillow next to his. The scent of him surrounded me, citrusy and fresh and sweet and musky all at once. His frantic heartbeat echoed in my skull, even though his arms had slid from around my back and fallen limp to his sides.
Laurie shivered, his hole tight and hot and wet around me, and my cock gave another half-hearted throb. The aftershock made me shudder.
We were both sweaty and sticky and completely spent, and he’d get cold again before long, even with my big body draped over him.
It took everything I had to disengage from him: to carefully pull my arm out from under his waist and let him go, and to push up on my arms and slide my softening cock out of him. He made a little disappointed sound and I bent to kiss him. His parted lips had gone slack and his eyelashes didn’t even flicker.
Sprawled in the mess I’d made of the torn quilts and what was left of his shirt, his belly and chest covered in come, he looked heartbreakingly vulnerable and gut-clenchingly beautiful. Debauched and innocent all at once.
Mine. Maybe not permanently, but I pushed that thought away. He was mine tonight. I’d protected him, and I’d cared for him, and I’d fucked him into a coma. That just left wrapping him in my arms and keeping him warm, keeping him safe, until morning.
I didn’t bother cleaning us up. Cold water sounded shitty, and leaving him even for a minute sounded worse. Besides, the bed was as trashed as it was going to get. I really hoped no one’s beloved relative had made these quilts — or at least a beloved relative who had a sense of humor and an active sex life.
It took a little work to get what was left of the blankets wrapped around Laurie and over the both of us. He was as pliant as a doll, dead weight as I shifted his long, slender limbs and rolled him into the shelter of my body with his head on my shoulder and his arms tucked between us.
I left the lamp on in case he woke up before morning, and then I let the exhaustion of the day suck me under.
Laurie was safe.
Nothing else mattered.
And until morning, he was mine.
Chapter 11
Bound
A car engine gunning its way up the hill had me awake and alert in an instant. I knew I’d slept about five hours; I’d always had an excellent sense of time, something common to vampires. That meant it was maybe eight in the morning.
Laurie was still curled up against me with his face pressed to my bare chest. I had my arms around him under the blankets, and our legs were tangled together. Every single point of contact, from his calf against mine to the way his elbow was poking me in the stomach, felt like a brand. I could’ve stayed there as long as he slept.
Instead, I slid out of bed as quickly as I could without jostling him too much, already reaching for the sweatpants and t-shirt I’d shed the night before, finding them hanging off the side of the bed.
Laurie jolted awake, his whole body tense within a second. He stared at me, his eyes wide. “Victor, what’s — fuck, what’s wrong?” He tried to sit up and then moaned, dropping back down. “What’s wrong withme?”
“You were kidnapped and beaten, you haven’t eaten since fuck knows when, you gave me a lot of blood, and you’re probably dehydrated as hell.” I yanked the strings on the pants a little tighter. Whoever owned them had a beer belly. “I’ll take care of that as soon as I make sure whoever’s arriving is someone I know, and not a threat.”
The t-shirt went on, and I turned to open the bedroom door, taking one more glance at him over my shoulder. He was peering at me with one eye over a fold of blanket.
“Okay,” he said, and closed his eyes again. “Please don’t forget the gun this time.”
That drew a startled laugh out of me. He was clearly so worn-out he’d need a few days to recover, but he still had a sense of humor — and I knew he was strong enough to get up if he thought he really needed to. Which meant he trusted me enough to stay where he was and let me deal with it.
I took a look through the broken window, staying mostly out of sight just in case. It had stopped snowing at some point during the night, and a little sun was even filtering through the clouds, striking blinding glitter off of the white-blanketed forest. I hadn’t gotten much of a look at anything beyond the cabin the night before, but now I could see the road. It wasn’t plowed, but the comparative warmth of the morning had left it patchy with snow instead of buried.
Two black SUVs that looked like Fenwick’s were heading up the road. As soon as I identified the driver of the first one through the windshield I went out onto the porch. Four vampires spilled out as soon as the SUVs pulled up next to the kidnappers’ vehicle.
And then all four of them stood and stared at me. “What?” I demanded. “Don’t look at me. Look at the corpses in the car.”
“Nice outfit,” Angelo said with a grin.
