Page 69 of Claim of Blood (Blood Bound #1)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Leo

Leo stepped into the bedroom, fingers working at his collar button as the evening sun slanted through the half-drawn curtains. The Court gathering had left him with barely enough time to change before dinner.

The soft click of the lock made him freeze.

“Adam?” He squinted into the shadowed corner. “I thought you were in meetings until dinner.”

Adam stepped forward, sunset light catching the dangerous glint in his eyes. “I left them.”

Leo’s pulse jumped at that look. Adam’s shoulders were tight, his focus sharp and predatory. This wasn’t the controlled vampire who’d sat through hours of diplomatic meetings—this was something rawer, hungrier.

“You smell like them,” Adam said, moving closer. “Everyone downstairs.”

Leo took a step back. “I was just with—”

Adam moved in a blur, grabbing Leo’s wrists. The touch sent electric sparks through Leo’s skin, his body instantly responding. The ring on his finger grew suddenly warm, pulsing with heat that seemed to echo his racing heartbeat.

“The blood sacrifice at noon has left me hungry,” Adam said, voice tight with need. “I’ve been sitting with my siblings all afternoon, thinking about you. Wanting you.”

Leo swallowed hard. “Adam, I need to change for dinner—”

“Dinner can wait.” Adam yanked him toward the bed.

“I would have come willingly,” Leo said, breath catching as Adam spun him around.

“I know.” Adam pushed him down, bending him over the mattress with his chest pressed to the sheets, feet still on the floor. “But that’s not what I need right now.”

Leo felt Adam’s hands at his waist, efficiently stripping him from the waist down. His pants and underwear pooled around his ankles as Adam’s boot nudged between his feet, kicking them wider.

“Expose yourself to me,” Adam commanded, his voice dropping to a growl that made Leo’s knees weak.

Heat flooded Leo’s body as he shifted his feet out of the tangled material, spreading them wider, as ordered.

The position left him completely vulnerable, ass on display for Adam’s hungry gaze.

Already, that familiar fog was creeping into his mind—his body yielding to Adam before his thoughts could catch up.

The ring pulsed hot against his finger, as if responding to his submission.

“Beautiful,” Adam murmured, one hand tracing the curve of Leo’s spine. “So eager to be used.”

The first slap came without warning, Adam’s palm connecting with a sharp crack. The sting bloomed instantly, radiating heat through his body and making him arch into the touch.

“Count,” Adam ordered.

“One,” Leo gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets.

The second strike landed on the other cheek, harder. “Two,” Leo breathed, his cock already leaking against his stomach.

By the fifth strike, the world was getting fuzzy around the edges. Leo’s mind floated above the burning pleasure-pain, catching only fragments—the sound of his own voice counting, the fire spreading across his skin, the growing ache between his legs that demanded attention.

“Five,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

Adam’s hand softened, massaging the tender, heated flesh. “Good boy,” he murmured, fingertips teasing along the sensitive crease where thigh met ass. “Look how red you are for me.”

Then those fingers moved lower, cupping his balls with just enough pressure to make Leo whimper. “Should I spank these, too?” Adam asked conversationally. “Make you really feel it?”

Leo shook his head frantically, trembling at the thought of that exquisite torment.

“No?” Adam squeezed, just shy of painful, making Leo’s hips jerk helplessly. “But everything you have belongs to me, doesn’t it? Every inch of this pretty body?”

“Yes,” Leo whispered, his voice catching on a moan as Adam’s grip shifted. “Everything. Yours.”

Adam’s touch gentled, turning into a slow, deliberate stroke before his hand wrapped around Leo’s hardened length.

Leo was already slick with need, making Adam’s grip slide perfectly.

“Look how much you love this,” Adam whispered against Leo’s ear, his breath hot.

“How much you love being used by me. Being my perfect little slut.”

Leo could only moan, slipping deeper into that sweet surrender where nothing existed but Adam’s hands and his own desperate need.

“Whose cockslut are you?” Adam demanded, his grip tightening just enough to make Leo see stars.

“Yours,” Leo managed through the haze. “Only yours, Adam. Always yours.”

The sixth and seventh strikes came in quick succession, each one sending shockwaves through Leo’s system. His voice grew breathier with each count, the pain transforming completely into liquid pleasure that pooled low in his belly.

“Eight,” Leo moaned as Adam’s hand landed particularly hard, the sound echoing through the room.

“Look at you,” Adam said, admiration thick in his voice. “Going under so easily for me.”

The ninth strike barely registered as pain—only as another wave of overwhelming pleasure.

“Last one,” Adam promised, his voice gentle despite the steel underneath. “Make it count.”

The last strike was the hardest, making Leo cry out and arch off the bed, his whole body singing with need.

“Ten,” he sobbed.

Adam’s hands turned immediately gentle, massaging the burning skin with reverent touches. “Thank me,” he demanded softly. “Thank me for reminding you who you belong to.”

“Thank you,” Leo mumbled, feeling wetness on his cheeks. “Thank you for using me. For making me yours.”

Leo heard the bottle cap click, then Adam’s slick fingers pressed inside him without warning. His body opened easily.

“Please,” Leo begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. More pain, more pleasure, more of Adam’s complete control.

Adam pressed against him, still fully dressed except for his open zipper, the fabric rough against Leo’s sensitized skin. “You’re going to take what I give you,” he growled. “Every inch. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Leo felt the pressure against his entrance, then Adam pushed inside with relentless force. His body gave way, stretching around Adam’s thick cock with a burn that was pure perfection. The intrusion made him gasp and arch, his body welcoming the familiar stretch.

“So fucking tight,” Adam growled, setting a brutal pace that drove Leo’s hips into the mattress with each powerful thrust. “Still so perfect for me. Mine,” he snarled. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Leo gasped, his voice breaking on each word as Adam’s cock hit deep inside him. “Yours, Adam.”

Heat coiled tight in Leo’s belly, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. Then Adam’s hand wrapped firmly around his leaking cock, his grip like a vice, stopping Leo’s release entirely.

“Not until I say,” Adam commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “You come when I allow it.”

Leo whimpered but obeyed, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. Just as he thought he couldn’t bear another second, Adam leaned over him, his breath scorching against Leo’s neck.

“You want my teeth, don’t you?” Adam whispered, his voice dark with promise. “You need it, need to feel me taking everything. Need to be claimed completely.”

“Yes,” Leo begged, tilting his head to expose more of his throat. “Please, Adam. Please bite me.”

Adam’s fangs pierced his skin in one swift, devastating motion.

The sharp pain melted instantly into an overwhelming pleasure that seemed to explode through every nerve ending.

Leo’s vision went white, his body seizing as waves of ecstasy crashed through him.

No release came—Adam’s grip still iron-tight around his cock—but his body convulsed in a dry orgasm that left him gasping and shaking, completely wrecked.

Adam drank deeply as he continued his relentless thrusting, his rhythm growing erratic as Leo’s blood filled his mouth. When he finally pulled his fangs free, he drove deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he flooded Leo with his cum.

The bedroom door opened.

Lander stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light. “Leo, I’ve come to help you dress for—” Lander’s voice cut off abruptly as he took in the scene.

“Don’t move,” Adam whispered in Leo’s ear as he slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free. “Don’t let a single drop fall out.”

Leo tilted his hips desperately, clenching his muscles around the wetness he could feel threatening to escape. The position was awkward, humiliating, making him burn with equal parts shame and arousal at being so thoroughly used and displayed.

“Come in,” Adam ordered, his voice carrying absolute authority. “Close the door.”

Leo couldn’t see what happened, his face still pressed to the sheets, but he heard Adam’s low murmur, words too quiet to make out. Then the sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room, followed by Lander’s sharp intake of breath.

There was a brief scuffle, then the sound of a body hitting the mattress beside him. Strong hands pulled Leo fully onto the bed, finally stripping away his shirt and leaving him completely naked and trembling.

“Fuck him,” Adam ordered from somewhere above them, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I want your cum alongside mine. Fill him up properly.”

Leo moaned at the crude words, need crushing any remaining shame. “Please,” he begged, looking up at Lander’s flushed face, seeing his own desperation reflected there. “Please fuck me. I need it.”

Leo gasped as Lander pushed inside, the angle different, his cock brushing against that sensitive spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Each thrust hit perfectly, making him writhe and arch beneath the younger vampire.

“That’s it,” Adam encouraged from beside the bed, his voice dark with approval. “Make him feel every inch. Use him.”

Lander’s hands gripped Leo’s hips as he established a steady rhythm, gentler than Adam’s brutal pace, but no less thorough. Everything felt distant to Leo, pleasure washing over him in endless waves as he drifted deeper, lost in the sensation.