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Chapter 10

Freddie

Freddie was the head of security for a vampire coven. Most of his job was hiding their existence and lying to humans. But it was wrong to lie to Anthony. He wasn’t sure why, but the certainty of it resounded like a bell deep within him.

“There are things I can’t say.” He forced the words out. “To keep you safe.”

Anthony’s hand wrapped around his waist. Freddie had not been this close to another person, human or vamp, in decades. He lived a solitary existence. It kept him alive and sane. He preferred it. Or so he had thought.

“I do feel safe with you.”

At Anthony’s words, warmth spread throughout Freddie’s body, a comforting heat, as if he had just fed. He looked down to see Anthony’s face buried in his arm. Anthony was so much smaller than Freddie. It stirred his need to protect. Anthony was a fragile human, but he had a fire in him that deserved to be safeguarded, to be nurtured. Add in the fact that he smelled so damn good, and Freddie was lost.

Anthony’s hand ran along the side of his torso, and all thoughts of his job melted away as his cock hardened.

They were at thirty-five thousand feet. Freddie had never cared to join the mile-high club, but Anthony stirred a level of desire in him he thought had faded long ago. He made Freddie feel almost human again.

Freddie looked around. The airplane lights were turned down low and the nearby passengers were mostly asleep. A few wore headphones, listening to a podcast or watching a movie. Freddie leaned down, putting his lips against Anthony’s ear.

“With you against me like this,” he whispered, letting his deep voice rumble in his chest, “I can’t help but imagine how you’d look naked.”

Anthony let out a sweet, soft moan. God, playing with him was delightful. Freddie stroked the back of his neck, the motion both energizing him and grounding him.

“Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you. Better stay quiet.”

Anthony nodded, keeping his eyes closed and moving his head to Freddie’s chest. Freddie flicked his tongue against Anthony’s ear, and he squirmed as Freddie tightened his grip around him.

“I imagine you lying naked in front of me, your pretty cock so hard for me.”

Anthony managed to keep from moaning this time, but his fast intake of breath sent a jolt of desire down Freddie’s spine.

“So hard it hurts. I’m still in my suit, but you’re there, totally exposed, waiting for me. When I touch you, you tremble underneath me. I squeeze your cock and it’s too much to bear.”

Anthony’s arms tightened around him, and Freddie growled at the sign of his need.

“I’m so desperate to taste you. I spread you open and run my tongue along the rim of your hole.”

Freddie licked down Anthony’s neck as Anthony shivered and took in tiny gulps of air. He was trying to mute his reactions, but control was slipping away from him, and it delighted Freddie. Freddie could break him if he wanted to, and god, did he want to. Nothing would be hotter than having Anthony right at the edge.

“I make you suck my finger to get it nice and wet.” Freddie tapped his index finger against Anthony’s lips, and Anthony opened up. Freddie slipped the digit inside Anthony’s warm mouth. Anthony suckled him instinctually. Freddie could tell that his brain had gone offline. Only the desire to please remained.

“Good job, sweet. Then I push into your hole, first one finger, and then two. Once I’ve got the third in, I’ll know you’re ready for me.”

Anthony let out a quiet sob. Freddie licked a little circle on his neck, and Anthony’s breath quickened as he did so. Anthony’s skin was delicious, citrus and salt and sweat.

“I unzip my zipper, fully dressed and standing over your naked body, and I take out my cock. It’s hard and dripping for you.”

Anthony’s fingers clawed at Freddie’s side, full of desperate desire. Freddie chuckled. Anthony squirmed, hearing it.

“You have to be quiet,” Freddie whispered. “When I enter you, you can’t make a sound.”

Anthony nodded, his eyes still closed.

“I need to know you hear me, baby.”

“I…I’ll be quiet.” Anthony’s voice was barely even a whisper.

“Do you promise me?”