Page 22 of Isaiah and Jameson
“No. No, I want to know.”
“Good.” He climbed on the bed, knowing he needed to kiss and soothe a second.
Isaiah was responding beautifully, so giving and strong already. He would glow with peace when he found his subspace.
Isaiah relaxed against him, humming under his breath as Jameson drew him in to cradle him. “I have you, sweet,” Jameson said, kissing along that sharp jaw.
“Your clothes are soft,” Isaiah whispered. “Not as soft as mine, though.”
“Are they itchy?” He sat back to unbutton his shirt.
“No, I love the softest clothes. My skin is tender.”
“I imagine so.” He’d heard born vampires were a lot like Romanoffs or something. Lots of things made vampires didn’t have to worry on. “I’m going to discover all the ways I can make your skin sing.”
“My butt may never recover,” Isaiah said with a wry dose of humor.
“Listen to you! Was that a joke?”
“Hush you.”
Laughing, he reached down to slide a hand under said ass. “We’ll see what we can do. Do you want to help me with the rest of my clothes?”
“I think it’s only fair. You’ve seen me.”
Lying back, he arched up. “Take my pants off, then.”
“Please?” Isaiah was already working open his fly.
He chuckled. “Now.”
Isaiah’s laugh was soft, and the touches to his skin were like butterfly kisses. Sweet. Tentative.
He wanted to be the one to give Isaiah confidence.
Together they might be unstoppable. He lifted his hips again to let Isaiah slide off the fabric, then watched his cock spring free. Would Isaiah try to touch it?
“You’re big. You want me.” Isaiah stroked the tip.
“I am. You’re amazing, Isaiah. Soon you’ll learn to ask permission for what you want from me.”
Isaiah looked at him. “Permission?”
“Mmmhmm. I want you to, but I told you. I like control.” He waited for Isaiah to process that.
“Yes. Of course. See? We’re not so different.” Isaiah pulled back after patting his cock.
“No? I think you crave being able to let go. To have someone else take the reins.”
“I’ll get better. I will.” Isaiah blushed, eyes flaring for a second. “You’re not going to tell on me, are you?”
“No.” He took Isaiah’s hand. “I’m here for you. Just you.”
“I promise to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“I want you to be here too. Don’t run from me.” It was time to get back to what they needed, so he guided Isaiah to his hands and knees.
Isaiah’s eyes went wide, but the heat flared back up.
