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Not to mention the man was still hot as sin and actually available. He almost wished he and Harlem really were dating. It would make it easier to resist the sexy vampire.
He resisted the urge to squirm. It wasn’t a big deal. It was just a blood donation. It’d be over in minutes and–
Dorian walked into the room, and his thoughts stalled out. How did someone make a silk pajama set look so good? It made Kian’s hands itch to touch, to see how the man’s muscles felt encased in the silky fabric.
No, no, no. Stop it. He was getting himself worked up, which would only make the donation reaction worse. So far, he’d gotten away with Dorian not noticing his reactions to the feedings. He didn’t need to make things obvious.
Dorian sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing toward Kian. “I think you should lie down. You’re already tired. You should get comfortable so you can go straight to sleep once we’re through.”
Kian couldn’t admit out loud how much he didn’t want to do that without explaining why. The other night was fine, since he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open, but now, with him being fully alert, lying down while Dorian fed from him felt too intimate.
“I’m fine,” he said, thrusting his wrist toward Dorian’s face. “You need to eat.”
From the look on Dorian’s face, he wasn’t going to make it quick. He didn’t like feeding if Kian was being awkward about it. Kian didn’t want to chat, though. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go back to pretending he didn’t want the man sitting beside him.
“If I’ve done something to upset you…” he began. Kian cut him off with a sharp shake of his head.
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I’ll sleep once you’re through.”
It was enough to get Dorian to back off. He carefully drew Kian’s wrist to his mouth. Kian had to bite his lip to stifle the moan when his teeth sank into his skin. Each pull seemed directly connected to his groin, waves of pleasure washing over him as Dorian drank his fill.
It took longer that time since they were switching to twice-a-day feedings, and Dorian needed more than before. Kian had appreciated the break earlier in the day, but now, it only dragged out the pleasurable torture until he was squirming, his free hand clutching the bedding to keep himself from grabbing his cock. He was so close–
Dorian released him, licking the holes closed, and Kian couldn’t help the sound of protest that escaped him. His whole body throbbed with the need to come. It only would’ve taken a few more seconds. He didn’t want Dorian to stop.
“Kian,” Dorian murmured, his voice rougher than Kian was used to. When he forced his eyes open to look at the vampire, he sucked in a sharp breath at the heated stare that was locked on him.
“Let me help you.”
He’d denied Dorian’s help earlier. He didn't need to be rescued. But right now, he needed to come. And he desperately wanted Dorian to be the one to get him off.
“Please,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. He’d be embarrassed about it later. Right now, he needed Dorian to touch him.
Dorian crawled onto the bed, slipping one hand under Kian to shift him lower on the mattress. He did it so easily, like Kian’s weight meant nothing to him. Kian shivered at the easy display of strength. Dorian could toss him around easily and still treated him like something precious. It was both incredibly sexy and nerve-wracking. If he was in his right mind, he’d worry about it. But after Dorian got him on his back, he carefully pulled down Kian’s sleep pants, wrapping his hand around his cock, and Kian’s mind went white with pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything else but Dorian’s touch.
He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to get off, it never did after Dorian fed from him, but it shocked even him when he only lasted a few seconds. He blamed Dorian. The vampire went straight for his neck, sucking on it lightly as he stroked Kian’s cock. Kian’s neck had always been a major erogenous zone for him. He came with a cry, thrusting helplessly into Dorian’s grip as waves of pleasure slammed into him. When it finally faded, he was breathless, and his muscles all felt like jello. He couldn’tremember ever experiencing a release that powerful. Maybe he never had.
His mind was fuzzy afterward, and he barely felt it as Dorian cleaned him up with a warm cloth and tucked him in.
“Sleep well, dearheart. I’ll check on you in the morning.”
Kian had no way to guard against such a sweet sentiment after all that. He could only bask in it as he drifted off. It was nice to pretend for a little while that this was more than what it truly was. That he wouldn’t wake up alone.
Sleeping through the night helped a lot in Kian’s recovery. It didn’t mean he woke up any happier than the day prior, but that was just his nature, and he felt better after the cup of coffee Avery brought him in bed. The little human was bustling about, opening the curtains and chatting animatedly about how he was meeting with his publisher to finalize things before his next book release. Since Kian was still on bedrest until Doctor Chapman deigned to show up and tell him he could move around, he left the copies he had of the first two books on Kian’s nightstand in case he was interested.
“Dorian is making you breakfast, he’ll be up in a little while, and Isaac and Maverick are in Ozen’s office working. Either one of them is capable of standing guard, so just call for them when it’s time for Dorian’s next feeding.”
Kian nodded along, his brain not fully online yet. It was only when Avery mentioned Dorian’s next feeding that he remembered the night prior. The night where he begged for Dorian to touch him to give him some relief. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he’d been so frenzied, he’d completely forgotten that they always had an audience. The embarrassmenthit him hard, and he felt his face flush so hot, even the tips of his ears burned.
“Kian? Are you alright? You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?”
Avery hovered worriedly at his side. The only bright side was that Avery wasn’t present the night prior. As a human, he couldn’t do anything to help if things turned sour, so he always gave them privacy during feedings. But his mate had been close by. Kian sank in on himself, drawing his knees up and hiding his face, his embarrassment too much to bear. As an incubus, Ozen would’ve been aware of what they had been doing. And– Oh, goddess, he might die from the humiliation– How quickly Kian got off just from Dorian sucking his neck.
“Is everything alright?”
He heard Dorian’s voice, but he didn’t look up. He didn't want to face him. He almost wished he could ask everyone to leave so he could wallow in the embarrassment alone.
“I’m not sure,” Avery said to Dorian. “We were talking, and suddenly he turned bright red and curled in on himself. Kian? Are you in any pain?”
