Page 70 of Claim of Blood (Blood Bound #1)

Adam climbed onto the mattress, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself over them, grabbing a fistful of Lander’s hair and guiding his length to the younger vampire’s mouth.

Leo watched through the pleasure-drunk haze as Adam thrust deeply, fucking Lander’s throat with the same demanding intensity he’d used on Leo’s body. Lander’s throat worked around Adam’s cock while he continued moving inside Leo, the dual stimulation making him moan around Adam’s length.

After a moment, Adam pulled out with a wet sound, delivering a sharp slap to Lander’s cheek that echoed through the room.

Leo felt Lander’s cock twitch and swell inside him at the impact, felt how the younger vampire’s rhythm faltered, then intensified, clearly aroused by Adam’s rough treatment.

“He likes that,” Adam said with dark satisfaction, his eyes gleaming. “Keep fucking Leo. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Lander obeyed, his pace increasing as Adam stood back, slowly stroking his hard cock while he watched them with predatory satisfaction.

“Adam, please,” Leo begged, his voice breaking with desperation. “Please let me come. I can’t—I need—”

This time, Adam nodded, his smile sharp and possessive. “Now you can come. Both of you. Let me see how good it feels.”

The permission burst something inside Leo. He arched off the bed, crying out as his orgasm tore through him with devastating force. He felt Lander pulse and swell inside him, adding his release to the wetness already there, claiming him just as thoroughly as Adam had.

Before Lander could recover, Adam was there again, gripping his hair with bruising force and pushing back into his mouth. Leo watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Adam used Lander’s throat with renewed hunger, as Lander’s softening cock slipped from his body with a wet sound that made him shiver.

“Swallow it all,” Adam commanded, his voice rough as he thrust. “Every drop.”

When Adam finally came with a harsh groan, he held Lander’s head, forcing him to take everything down. Lander’s eyes watered, but he obeyed, his throat working to swallow Adam’s release.

“Mine,” Adam said with satisfied possession, finally releasing Lander and gathering them both against him on the bed. “Both of you. My perfect boys.”

Leo drifted in the afterglow, completely wrung out and floating in that space between consciousness and sleep.

He was anchored only by their warm bodies on either side of him, Adam’s arm heavy across his waist, Lander’s steady breathing against his shoulder.

The ring on his finger had finally cooled, though it still pulsed with a faint warmth that seemed to echo his contentment.

Slowly, the world came back into focus. He shifted experimentally, immediately grimacing at the sticky mess between his legs—cum slowly leaking from his well-used body, mixing with the remnants of their earlier encounter.

“I need another shower before dinner,” he mumbled, already thinking about hot water washing away the evidence of their activities.

“No,” Adam said flatly, his arm tightening possessively around Leo’s waist. “You’ll go to dinner exactly as you are.”

Leo’s eyes flew wide, his post-orgasmic haze clearing instantly. He looked to Lander for support, but the younger vampire only offered a small, knowing smile before carefully standing on unsteady legs.

“You can’t be serious,” Leo protested, heat flooding his cheeks as he imagined walking into dinner reeking of sex and cum.

Lander disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. He cleaned himself first with efficient movements, then handed it to Adam, who wiped his own skin clean with methodical care.

Leo reached desperately for the cloth, but Adam pulled it away with a shake of his head.

“No,” Adam said again, his voice gentle but implacable. “Everyone will smell our claim on you. Everyone will know exactly who you belong to, exactly how thoroughly you’ve been used.”

Leo stared at him, mouth falling open in shock. “Adam, I can’t—people will talk—”

“It’s not a request, beauty,” Adam said, softer now, his hand coming up to stroke Leo’s flushed cheek with tender fingers. “It’s what I need tonight. I need them to smell us on you, to see that you’re ours completely.”

Leo swallowed hard, his throat working as he processed the demand.

The thought of walking into dinner with the scent of their lovemaking clinging to him, of everyone knowing exactly what had happened, should have horrified him.

Instead, he felt a strange thrill of arousal mixed with his embarrassment.

“Okay,” he whispered finally, nodding. “If that’s what you need.”

Adam’s smile was brilliant, worth every moment of discomfort to come.

“Good boy. My perfect, obedient boy.” He leaned down to kiss Leo deeply, his lips still carrying the faint coppery taste of Leo’s blood mixed with something that was purely Adam.

When he pulled back, his eyes were soft with affection.

“We should get ready,” Adam said, pressing one more kiss to Leo’s forehead before getting up from the bed and padding naked to the closet.

Lander sat down beside Leo, his weight making the mattress dip. His cheeks still held a hint of color from their activities, making his pale skin seem almost human. His lips were swollen from Adam’s rough treatment, and there was something soft and satisfied in his expression.

“You alright?” Lander asked quietly, his hand finding Leo’s and squeezing gently.

Leo squeezed back, managing a shaky smile. “Yeah. Just processing.” His mind still felt fuzzy around the edges, thoughts drifting like smoke. The blood loss and intense orgasms had left him floating in a strange, dreamy state where everything seemed slightly unreal.

Adam opened the closet doors, sorting through the hanging clothes.

“Tonight’s dinner is in the underground banquet hall,” he explained as he pulled out three suits.

“It’s the last formal affair before things become more festive.

After dinner, there will be dancing and drinking.

Then at sunset, the coven will hold their final solstice ritual. ”

Leo propped himself up on his elbows, swaying slightly. “Will the pack and covens stay after that?”

“The families will leave after,” Adam said, laying the suits on a nearby chair. “But everyone else will remain. The solstice isn’t just a ritual for Re anymore—it’s become an important holiday for the supernatural community in Porte du Coeur.”

The words seemed to reach Leo through water, important but distant. He nodded slowly, not entirely sure he’d absorbed all the details.

Adam returned with the suits. He handed a black one to Lander, keeping another black one for himself. The last suit—a charcoal gray—he placed on the bed next to Leo.

“We match,” Leo said, his voice still slightly slurred as he looked between Adam and Lander’s identical black suits. The observation struck him as deeply significant in his current state.

Adam smiled, something possessive and satisfied in his expression. “Yes, we do.”

Leo watched through his haze as Adam turned to Lander, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. Lander tensed at first, then melted into the kiss with a soft sound. When Adam pulled back, he tilted Lander’s head to expose his throat. Leo could see faint marks there—barely visible puncture wounds.

Adam sank his fangs into those marks. Unlike with Leo, he didn’t drink. Instead, he let blood escape, small red trails that he lapped up with deliberate slowness.

Marking his territory, Leo thought drowsily, the sight sending a lazy pulse of arousal through his spent body.

When Adam finished, he helped Lander put on his shirt, buttoning it for him with careful, intimate gestures. The tenderness of it made Leo’s chest tight with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.

Leo scooted off the bed, trying to leave some of the stickiness behind on the sheets. His legs felt unsteady, and he had to grip the bedpost for a moment. Adam scowled at him, but Leo just shrugged and reached for the boxers Adam had laid out.

“At least you gave me these,” Leo said, pulling them on with a wince. The fabric immediately grew damp where cum continued to leak from his well-used body.

They dressed quickly, though Leo’s movements remained slow and uncoordinated.

He was grateful for the dark pants that would hide any evidence of their activities.

When he finished buttoning his shirt with clumsy fingers, Adam came over to adjust his collar, covering the bite mark with gentle touches.

“Ready?” Adam asked, his hand sliding possessively to Leo’s lower back.

They headed downstairs, past the main floor, and into the underground ballroom. Leo blinked as they descended, his blood-fogged mind struggling to process the sudden change in environment. The party was already in full swing, a riot of sound and sensation that made his head spin.

A buffet table stretched along one wall, filled with both regular food and dishes that gleamed with blood for the vampires. At the far end, a full-service bar was crowded with guests, their laughter and conversation creating a warm buzz that seemed to vibrate through Leo’s bones.

Music pulsed through the room, the bass line thrumming in rhythm with his heartbeat.

The pack members were easy to spot—louder, more physical, clapping each other on the back as they laughed.

The coven members gathered in smaller groups, their hands moving in subtle gestures as they talked, magic crackling faintly in the air around them.

And throughout the room, vampires from Adam’s Court and the visiting Courts mingled with everyone, elegant and watchful, their supernatural grace making them stand out even in this crowd.

Leo felt Adam’s hand press more firmly against his back, guiding him forward. Lander flanked Leo’s other side, the three of them moving as one unit through the crowd. In his dreamy state, Leo felt like he was floating between them, protected and claimed.

People turned to look as they passed. Leo felt their eyes like physical touches, felt the slight widening of pupils as they caught the scent of sex and blood and possession clinging to him.

He could practically hear their thoughts, see their gazes lingering on how Lander and Adam matched, on the possessive way Adam touched them both, on the obvious marks of ownership on Leo’s neck.

This should be fun, he thought dreamily, as Adam led them deeper into the party, into the heart of the supernatural community that had become his world.