Page 38 of Caller of Crows
"Go on," the vampire ordered, placing the phone in Sven's hand.
Sven unlocked the phone, his breath hitching as Altair moved his free hand to Sven's thigh, the tips of his fingers resting way too close to his groin.
It was distracting.
Almost impossible to ignore.
Sven tried not to shift, but Altair's hand was so close, his touch making it hard for Sven to focus.
"Answer your texts," the vampire commanded, his breath brushing the sensitive skin behind Sven's ear.
Sven took a deep breath and did as the vampire had asked, opening his chat with his mother.
There were several unanswered texts. All asking him if he was okay.
His fingers hovered over the letters on his screen, but his mind was blank. What was he supposed to write to her?
"I can't think when you're doing that," Sven muttered, his cock stirring again. He couldn't help it. Altair's proximity was affecting him in ways he couldn't control.
"What am I doing?" the vampire asked.
"Touching me."
"You like it."
Sven couldn't deny that, so he didn't reply.
Instead, he turned his focus back to his phone.
Mom, he typed,everything is fine. I'm sorry, my phone's battery died, and I didn't notice, and I've been really busy.
Altair's fingers trailed along his inner thigh, making Sven's pulse kick up a notch.
"If you don't stop that, I won't be able to type," he warned.
"You'll have to concentrate."
Sven grumbled under his breath. Asshole vampire.
"What was that?" Altair purred, his fingers creeping higher.
"N-nothing," Sven muttered, his heart hammering as the vampire's fingers traced the outline of his cock through his pants.
Fuck.
He was getting hard again.
Of course he was. He was so horny he could barely think straight.
Still, he made his fingers return to the phone. He needed to focus, to make sure that his mother was doing all right. "How are you doing?" he wrote, and because he didn't expect her to reply quickly—she was probably asleep—he tapped over to another message window while Altair was watching. He wanted to contact his neighbor, Cale, who would know what was going on with Sven's mom since Sven had asked him to keep an eye on her while he was gone.
Cale was online, which was a relief.
"Hey," Sven typed, "how are things going with my mom?"
The three dots appeared almost instantly.
"Who is this?" Altair asked, fingers lazily stroking the outline of Sven's half-hard cock.
