Page 46 of Santa's Wish
"You've got your whole life ahead of you, Boz. You haven't really lived yet, and the empress wants to make you a vampire in six months or less. You should take that time to explore and enjoy your sexuality."
"I thought that's what we were doing."
"With other humans." He flashed me a lopsided grin. "I'm a great wingman. I can set you up with some sure things."
Ouch. Nope, not going there. Not when I had him in my apartment, on my couch, looking fucking delectable in his black-and-red suit. "You're the only one here now," I said. "And the offer still stands. My face won't heal itself."
He stared at me for a moment, in that eerie unblinking vampire way.
The silence was unnerving. "I want you, Santa. Nobody else. Maybe not forever, but definitely right now. If you don't want me …" I trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.
"I want you so much it scares me." He still hadn't moved, but his eyes glowed with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Then have everything you want," I said. "Lick my cuts. Fuck me silly. Stay the night."
"If I stay, we aren't sleeping."
"I can sleep on the train." I'd done it often enough as a boy.
That was all it took. He was on me in a flash of sequins. He straddled me and removed my glasses, placing them gently on the side table. Then he grabbed my throat with one hand, holding my head still as he licked my face, cleaning me like a cat. His tongue was rougher than mine, and I loved the raspy grate of it on my cheeks. Not so much on my nose. That was as weird as I'd expected.
Then, he shifted, pressing his hard cock to mine as he traced the throbbing vein in my neck with his tongue. Fuck, that was hot.
"You could bite me, if you want."
"I do want." He pulled back so I could see him. His pupils were black with desire, and his fangs poked beneath his top lip. "I shouldn't."
"Please?"
He grasped the side of my neck again, running his thumb gently over the thick cords. He lowered his head to my neck, his lips hot on my sensitive flesh. With his other hand, he loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, shoving them both out of his way.
His grip on the side of my neck tightened, and I feltpressure beneath his lips. Then, the sweetest pleasure flooded through me.
"Fuck, yes."
I almost came from the intimacy of it, the pull of his mouth against my skin. Almost as soon as he began, his tongue licked over the spot he'd sucked and the pleasure vanished.
He took my hands, instead, sucking each finger into his mouth to heal the tiny cuts left from the driving snow. When he finished, he sat back on my knees and studied my face. "You taste too good. I want more. I want all of you."
"You can have me."
Santa shook his head. "You don't understand. I've never lost control before, but I could, with you. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I trust you." I did, too. Maybe I was a naïve man with a crush who still knew too little about vampires, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He'd been too kind over the last few weeks. He'd given me a place to live, loads of takeout and gifts, and too many orgasms to count.
I'd trusted him from the start. What I felt now went far beyond that. I loved him. That should have scared the piss out of me. Instead, it only urged me on. I lifted my chin up and brushed my lips against his, daring him to take what he wanted.
He forced his tongue into my mouth. I tastedcopper, same as every time we kissed, only this time I knew some was my blood.
He'd already lost his tie somewhere. I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could. My fingers were sluggish and clumsy, delayed each time Santa's tongue licked into my mouth.
Santa's fingers brushed over mine as he tugged his shirt off. He'd been unbuttoning from the bottom while I'd been painfully struggling with the top. He tugged at my shirt, too, finally pulling it off me, along with my loosened bowtie.
"Come on," he said.
I held onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. He yanked me off the couch so fast my head spun. In less than a second, he had me sprawled out on my bed.
He paused nibbling at my neck. "Any requests?"
