Page 36 of Caller of Crows

Maybe Sven could use that to his advantage; make Altair come back here. Settling in a chair, he opened his pants and pushed them down, exposing his cock to the air.

The bird squawked in disapproval.

"Don't watch, then," Sven murmured, taking his cock in hand.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he stroked himself, thinking about Altair. The feeling of the vampire's fingers on his skin, his lips…

Sven groaned.

His cock was hardening under his touch, his mind full of images of the two of them. The way Altair had felt when he'd slid inside him, the way his fangs had pierced Sven's skin, the way his lips had felt when he'd claimed Sven's mouth…

Sven moaned Altair's name as he moved his hand faster, his grip tightening, his hips bucking up into his own touch.

Fuck.

Altair had fucked him so thoroughly, Sven had no doubt that he wouldn't be able to look at any other man again.

What was the vampire doing right now?

Was he watching Sven, his own cock hard and leaking precome?

Sven's body tensed.

He was so close,soclose…

And then the door unlocked and swung open and Sven's hand moved off his cock in record time.

Fucking hell.

Altair's eyes glowed as he considered Sven, who scrambled to pull his pants back up, but it was too late. Altair knew exactly what he'd been up to, his gaze fixed on Sven's body.

"Enjoying yourself?" the vampire drawled.

Sven flushed. "I was bored."

"That much is obvious."

"What did you expect? That's a really shitty selection of books and movies."

Altair quirked an eyebrow and moved closer, his gaze lingering on Sven's crotch.

Fuck.

What had Sven been thinking?

"You called for me," Altair murmured.

"No. I didn't."

"You moaned my name."

Sven's blush darkened. How could he deny that?

Altair moved closer still. "I like it when you call my name."

"I didn't," Sven insisted, trying not to let the vampire see that he was getting under Sven's skin.

Altair laughed. "You're a stubborn one."