Page 5 of Necking with a Vampire (Halloween Temptation #1)

“Remember this moment,” Draven said. “Remember that you asked for this.”

Peter expected lips on his neck. He didn’t expect the hand palming his dick.

“Ah!” Peter cried.

“You’re so hard already,” Draven said, squeezing Peter through his thin pants. “All this, just from a little necking?”

“I, um.” Peter flailed, gripping Draven’s wrist and the armrest of the chair to steady himself, as Draven forced Peter’s head back further.

Draven made a wet seal with his lips and sucked hard.

Peter’s dick pulsed in Draven’s hand, growing even harder, the stinging kiss inflaming Peter more and more.

Fuck, could he come from this?

The sudden rush was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

But Draven didn’t do the one thing Peter wanted. He didn’t bite. He moved directly over Peter’s pulse point, sucked hard again, but didn’t bite.

“Why won’t you do it?” Peter said, squirming and mindlessly pushing his dick into Draven’s firm palm.

Draven didn’t answer. Instead, he switched from sucking to licking the stinging mark on Peter’s pulse. All while stroking Peter’s dick through his pants.

There was an odd tension to Draven’s movements. Like he was struggling to hold himself back. Why? Why would he when Peter clearly wanted it?

“Please!” Peter loudly begged.

Draven grunted, tightening his grip in Peter's hair to the point of pain.

It only made Peter more desperate. More out of control.

Was it possible to come from so little? Fuck, how had he become this so fast? A squirming, wanton mess in Draven’s lap. Completely at the mercy of a man who had yet to show any.

He had to close his eyes to shut out the people watching him. Part of him wanted to revel in their stares. To smirk and say, “ Ha! The most wanted vampire of the night chose Peter of all people, not them! ”

But a much larger part wished they were back in Draven’s van. Safely ensconced in darkness.

The second fangs scraped against his skin Peter lost the remaining thread of control. He rocked up into Draven’s hand, pressure building.

Fuck he was close.

Draven’s moan was soft, desperate, as overcome as Peter felt. Draven pulled free, gasping like he was the one who was being mercilessly stroked to the edge. Draven was losing control. He wanted Peter.

“No!” Peter whined, “Why’d you-”

Draven shut him up with a kiss.

Peter’s first kiss - first time with a man.

It was everything he’d always dreamed and more.

Because it was Draven.

Peter tried to slip a tongue in Draven’s mouth but their fangs got in the way. For the first time, he regretted the fangs.

But he was determined. Peter barely managed to scrape his tongue against one of Draven’s sharp fangs. The deep, reverberating growl Draven let out was enough to make every hair stand on end.

Draven gripped Peter’s dick hard, stroking hard.

Oh fuck- he was coming in his pants! Oh fuck!

Peter cried out into Draven’s mouth, gripped the man tight, and completely unravelled. The firm hands and cool lips were too much for his overheated body.

Draven pulled back, leaving Peter clutching at him and convulsing, crying out into the heated air of the party. There could be no doubt what Draven had just done to him. What the two of them had done. All eyes were on them now.

Draven watching him through it all a feverish hunger that only made Peter come harder. He wanted to curl into Draven and hide, but Draven’s hands were still in his hair, holding him in place.

“Fuck,” Draven said.

Peter laughed, struggling to catch his breath.

The way Draven was looking at him should scare him. If they’d just met, Peter would be running for the hills.

“That’s all it took?” Draven said and licked a fang. The one Peter had touched with his tongue.

A tongue that stung a little, those fangs were sharp!

Peter nodded dumbly, mind still spinning.

Noise filtered back into his awareness. The gentle murmur of people talking. Someone screamed in the distance. A wolf howled.

The shock of it jolted Peter back to the present.

Oh fuck. What had he done? In front of all these people? Draven’s chair was on a raised platform. He’d practically been on display! He’d been so focused on Draven, he hadn't cared.

He glanced around and- fuck- was that his chemistry professor!?

Draven’s hands kept moving. Against the velvet vest. Against the wet spot in Peter’s pants. And Draven was still hard.

And here Peter was with a sticky mess in his pants. Suddenly, what had once been hot now just felt gross. Embarrassing.

And everyone knew.

He’d been hoping to keep the bi-curious thing private. So much for that.

Peter tried to get off Draven’s lap, but he was still held fast.

“I need to go clean up,” Peter said.

“Did I go too far?” Draven said, stroking Peter’s head like a pet. “I apologize. I was only trying to tease you. I got caught up in the moment.”

“No, it’s- people are watching.”

“I thought you liked it? The way you begged me,” Draven cut himself off to inhale deeply.

“Yeah, I, um, got carried away too. This is my first um- I’ve never-”

“That was your first-? I assumed-” Draven frowned. “Nevermind. Then you must let me make it up to you.”

Draven was being oddly pushy and intense.

“Can I clean up first? Please?”

“Of course.” Draven relented. “You know I’ll always take care of you.”

“Draven!” Their hushed, intimate whispering was interrupted. Oh fuck, he hadn’t imagined his chemistry teacher staring at them. “Is that you? My God man, you haven’t aged a day!”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You must have me mistaken for someone else,” Draven said, strong and sure.

Oh, so it wasn’t Peter the man had been staring at. Good.

“But your name is Draven? I heard-” Draven’s stare became stony and intimidating. “Sorry, you look just like someone I used to know when I was an undergrad.”

That must have been over four decades ago! Draven wasn’t that old.

“You're a very lucky young man,” the prof said to Peter. “This behavior was frowned upon in my day.”

“Perhaps you knew a great uncle of mine. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Draven had that fixed, fake, close-lipped smile on his face. It was enough to make the hairs on the back of Peter’s neck stand up for an entirely different reason.

Draven effortlessly lifted Peter to his feet and led Peter away, suspiciously fast.

There was no way that man could have gone to undergrad with Draven.

But Peter’s chem teacher wasn’t the type to lie. He had an amazing memory, in fact. Peter had been shocked at how quickly the man memorized the whole class's face and names. Even years later, he recognized people.

The only way for them to have known each other in undergrad was if… Draven was a real vampire.

But that was impossible.