Page 26 of Caller of Crows
In this moment, he owned Sven.
And he wasn't at all prepared for the need that sparked in him.
He drank deeper, his fangs sinking further into Sven's neck as the mortal tilted his head back to offer himself up to Altair.
Altair's hands slid under Sven's clothes, exploring every inch of naked skin he could reach. Sven moaned, pressing back against Altair, seeking more of the vampire's touch.
Altair lifted his head, releasing Sven's neck and leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. "Is this what you want?" he whispered into Sven's ear, his voice husky with lust.
"Y-yes," Sven stammered, his breath hitching at Altair's touch.
He peppered little kisses along Sven's shoulder, each one accompanied by a sharp bite that barely drew blood. Sven shivered beneath him, body trembling with anticipation.
"Look at you," Altair murmured as his hand slipped past the waistband of Sven's pants. "So desperate for me." He couldn't help but smirk when he found Sven's cock, already hard and throbbing against the confines of his boxers.
"Tell me what you want, Sven," Altair demanded as he slowly closed his hand around Sven's cock, relishing the way Sven's hips bucked up into his touch.
"Your touch… your fangs… everything," Sven admitted, his brown eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that struck something deep within Altair. "Make me yours, completely."
Altair realized that it was the effects of his own venom that stripped Sven of his defenses, but still, Sven's words spoke to a part of him that Altair had long thought dormant.
He struggled with it, unwilling to give Sven too much power over him, but how could he resist the temptation of the mortal in his arms? How could he keep up his walls while Sven looked at him with such open desire?
"Please," Sven whispered, obviously high on vampire venom. His hips moved, seeking friction, and Altair gave it to him.
Altair moved his hand, stroking him in a slow rhythm that had Sven gasping and arching his back.
The sight of Sven completely under his control was enough to drive Altair wild. He wanted to draw this out, to make it last, but Sven's need was a tangible thing in the air between them, and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill it.
He slipped his hand out of Sven's pants, shifting to lay the mortal down on his back as he pulled the waistband of Sven's boxers down. Sven obediently lifted his hips, lifting his own shirt and exposing his body to Altair's gaze.
Even in the soft, barely-there light of the bedroom his sun-kissed skin, so unlike a vampire's, was a sight that made Altair's breath catch.
He ran his palm along the underside of Sven's cock, taking pleasure in the way the mortal gasped at the touch, and then lowered his head, running his tongue over Sven's balls before taking the head of his cock into his mouth. Sven moaned, bucking his hips again.
"You like that?" Altair asked, his voice dark. He pulled his head back.
Sven's eyes opened, staring down at him, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of hesitation, but then it was gone, and Sven nodded, breathing heavily.
"I want to hear you," Altair said, tracing the tip of his tongue along the length of Sven's shaft.
Sven flushed and looked at him. "Can't you read my thoughts?"
Altair met Sven's gaze and peered into his mind. The mortal's thoughts were completely unguarded, just as they had been after Altair's bite last night. Sven's desire and lust shone bright as a beacon in his mind, and he could practically hear Sven's thoughts.
Kiss me, fuck me, bite me.
It was an intoxicating combination, and Altair was tempted to do exactly what Sven was thinking, to keep going, to make the mortal beg, and then to sink his teeth into his neck and drink until Sven was nothing but a boneless heap beneath him.
"I want to hear you say it," Altair said, the words coming out a growl as he brought his hand to Sven's erection. He squeezed it and moved his hand slowly up and down its length.
Sven arched his back, his hips jerking up into Altair's grip as a moan escaped his lips. The sound spurred Altair on, and he was tempted to pin Sven down and take him right then and there. To claim ownership.
"Do you want more of this?" Altair whispered as he trailed a finger along the length of Sven's cock, following it with his tongue, teasing him.
"Y-yes," Sven groaned. "Please," he gasped. "More."
Altair lowered his head, his hand encircling Sven's cock once more as he took Sven into his mouth. This time, he didn't tease. He took the entirety of Sven's cock down his throat, tasting him. His grip on Sven tightened and his fangs grazed Sven's skin.
