Page 60 of Caller of Crows

Something about the mortal made him forget his usual reservations, and Altair couldn't find the strength within him to fight it.

Sven moaned and melted against him, his body perfectly pliant.

Mine, the voice at the back of his mind whispered.

Altair growled. Yes, that was exactly what the mortal was.His.

He claimed Sven's mouth, kissing him deeply, making him moan, making him tremble. His fangs scraped the mortal's lips, but Altair didn't bite. Not yet. He had other plans.

Picking Sven up, he carried him over to the bed.

Sven's hands clung to him, holding onto him, the mortal's body molded to his as Altair laid him down on the bed and climbed over him. His heartbeat was loud in Altair's ears, a pleasant drumming sound that called to something primal deep inside him.

The part of him that was a vampire, thatneededthe blood flowing through the mortal's veins.

"Alt," Sven gasped.

His pupils were dilated, his pulse racing.

Fuck.

He looked gorgeous.

Altair felt his hunger rise.

A wave of heat rushed through him, settling in his groin, making his cock twitch.

Sven whimpered, grinding his hips against Altair, the hard length of his erection poking into the vampire's stomach.

Altair licked his lips, hunger warring with desire.

"Fuck," he swore, and he captured the mortal's mouth again, giving them both what they craved.

They kissed, their tongues tangling, and their bodies moved together as if they were one.

More, Altair thought, an echo of the beast inside him.

"You want me," Sven breathed.

"Yes," Altair admitted, his fangs elongating. He didn't bother to hide them.

Sven's breathing hitched, but a smile curved his lips. "Then have me."

"I will."

Altair leaned down, nipping at Sven's throat.

Sven's heartbeat spiked, his blood calling to Altair like a siren song.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Altair couldn't hold himself back.

He pierced the mortal's skin, sinking his fangs into Sven's neck, drawing deeply from him.

Blood filled his mouth. Rich, sweet, addictive. Altair drank, closing his eyes, feeling himself come alive as Sven's warm blood flowed through his own veins.

Sven whimpered, clutching Altair's shoulders, and the sounds he made were pure lust.