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Chapter 33

“S hh. Relax.” Adler wasn’t entirely sure he was talking to Gordon and not himself.

He’s on his knees in front of me, taking my cock, and looks like a fucking treat doing it. And then the awe shifted to something else, something more. He’s on his knees for me. No one else can have him now. I’ll make him mine, my mate.

“Were you this big before?” Gordon asked. He’d almost dropped his head, was on his elbows now, tremors racking through his body.

“Maybe you’re tense.” Adler snaked a hand around Gordon’s chest and pulled him up until he had Gordon’s back pressed to his front. “Relax.” He snapped his hips, and it had Gordon shiver and gasp. I did that.

“Imma…won’t last long,” the vampire managed, his head rolling back against Adler’s shoulder.

“Hmm.” Adler moved slowly, lazily almost, nuzzled the crook of Gordon’s neck until the most primal part of his brain knew he’d found the perfect spot to mark his vampire. “Then I won’t be touching you.” Adler moved, in and out, and Gordon shivered, both hands holding on to Adler’s arm as if it were a life vest. Adler licked over Gordon’s pulse and tightened his hold.

In response, Gordon whimpered, and that was fuel to Adler’s fire. His focus narrowed in on Gordon, the rose scent of him, the relative warmth of his vampire’s skin now that he was aroused, and the way it felt to be inside Gordon, the welcoming tightness and heat.

If you allow me to play with you, I’ll make you pass out with ecstasy, Adler thought. Soon.

“Adler,” Gordon said, his voice delightfully faint, so close to tipping over.

Adler couldn’t help himself. Deep down, the wolf side of him would always want to please his mate, would always want to give and provide. It was the same now, and without consciously deciding to, Adler picked up the pace. He licked over the spot he’d mark, waiting, surrounded by the breathy moans of his lover whose eyes had drifted shut, who was only upright now because Adler held him in position.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Gordon came with a cute little scream, and as Adler felt the vampire’s muscles contract all around him, he bit down, letting his teeth sink into Gordon’s skin.

The marks would fade, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was Gordon, his taste and scent, intensified with that rough orgasm that had him shake and shiver in Adler’s arms.

It was both beautiful and soothing to have Gordon and hold him through it, with his teeth and his arms. The bliss that came from that was one that only made sense to a werewolf. Adler knew that and hoped Gordon would be okay with it, would accept it.

Through that haze of lust, Adler wanted to reciprocate. It wasn’t ever that way with a mating bite. Those, in the very traditional sense, had nothing to do with making both mates equal, which was part of why Adler hated it, hated the very thought.

But he’s a vampire. He can reciprocate.

Still riding on instinct, Adler held up his free hand, wrist up, to Gordon. Gordon was only just coming down, his breathing still noisy, his pulse racing. His vampire instinct seemed to respond though, and after only a moment, Adler learned what it was like to take a vampire bite.

It hurt, just like he’d been told it would. Humans—donors—were fine with it, because to them, a vampire bite was soothing and some ended up seeking it out like a high. However, that wasn’t the case for werewolves, who didn’t get the pain suppressing whatever-it-was that humans got when bitten.

Still, I’d rather hurt than have him go to another human for blood. He’s my mate. I should provide.

And so, Adler relaxed into it, and the moment he did, an orgasm the likes of which he’d never experienced slammed into him. He blacked out for a second or two. When he came to, he and Gordon had fallen forward and were lying on Adler’s bed in a mess of limbs. His teeth had released Gordon’s neck, but he could smell the coppery scent and started licking the spot right away.

Gordon was boneless, his hair tickling Adler’s chin. The vampire had stopped feeding at some point, but he was licking Adler’s wrist much like Adler was Gordon’s shoulder. To Adler’s delight, his cock was still inside Gordon, though he was getting soft now, all spent.

“You meant for me to bite?” Gordon asked.

“Huh. Too coherent. Come here.”

The adjustment made their bodies pull apart at last, but it was worth it to get to hold Gordon close, make sure he was mostly lying on top of Adler. That’ll keep him warm. I know he doesn’t need it, but still.

“Sex has never felt like this,” Gordon said, still sounding entirely coherent.

“You’re mine.”

Gordon giggled. “Detective.”

“Mine.” Adler adjusted Gordon’s position, made sure he was centered on his chest.

“You taste different. Than a human does, I mean.”

Adler’s eyes opened, alarmed. “Oh. Is it…good or bad?”

“Hmm.” The vampire ran a long finger along Adler’s collarbone. “I like it. Werewolf is my new favorite flavor.”

Adler frowned. “No. Don’t say that.”

Gordon’s eyebrows shot up. “But you are.”

“Not werewolf, sweetheart. Me. Please. I’m your new favorite flavor. Please, Gordon.”

Gordon stared at him. Then he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his giggling face against Adler’s chest. Adler bore it with as much dignity as any man who’d just cum from a vampire bite could.

“Okay. You are my new favorite flavor. I’m Detective Adler all the way, pure and unadulterated, no artificial flavors added.” He put his chin on Adler’s chest, and they locked eyes for a few moments. “I think I really like the idea of being exclusive with you.”

Adler liked that Gordon was on board with that part. A non-werewolf mate embracing what came so natural to werewolves was one of the more significant relationship markers, at least Adler thought so.

Adler cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. It’s only you for me. I told you that before. But I meant…I know it’s different for every vampire, but would you be fine using me as a donor?”

“Huh?”

“I just want to do that for you. Okay?”

Adler saw it, the tendrils of fear reaching out from Gordon’s memory. It was plain on the vampire’s face, in his eyes. Adler ran his fingers over Gordon to soothe, making sure he wasn’t holding on or constricting.

“Is it a werewolf thing?” Gordon asked, not meeting Adler’s eyes.

“I think so. This is my first time doing this with a vampire. But if you were human or a werewolf, I’d want to do the same. I mean, I’d want to cook for you, I’d want to make sure you’re comfortable and feel happy and satisfied. I guess that’s how it translates. If you need more than I can give, then of course use as many donors as you need. But when you’re here maybe?” Drink my blood as much as you like, Adler wanted to say, but even in his orgasm-addled state, he knew that was a bit much to dump on his mate.

Gordon took his time to think it through. Adler loved that his vampire wasn’t running, felt safe enough to do his thinking right here on top of Adler.

In the end, he looked up and said the single most beautiful thing. “Okay.”

They dozed for a bit, just long enough for the world to darken and the rain to lull them into the illusion of isolation from the outside world. They were inside, together, and nothing else mattered. Adler woke with Gordon still on top of him, his skin now vampire cool, his heartbeat slow.

Adler ran his hands over his mate, trying to rub warmth back into those long limbs before he woke up enough to remember this was normal for Gordon.

By that time, Gordon had sort of woken as well, and he drowsily responded to the touch, leaned into it, sought the contact.

“I’m still kind of loose,” the vampire mumbled before burying his nose in Adler’s neck.

It took no more than that for Adler to get hard again, and after using his fingers to make Gordon squirm on top of him, he used his cock, and it was perfect, just like before.

The time after that, Gordon was on his belly, and that head of teal hair on his pillows made Adler wild, made him thrust hard and deep while he was chasing Gordon’s moans.

In doing so, he licked over the bite mark that still stood out against the vampire’s skin, and at the contact, Gordon came undone underneath him.

My mate, he’s mine. Following Gordon’s release, Adler found his own, and moments later, they were nothing but a weave of arms and legs again. Adler had never been as relaxed in his life. The air was thick with Gordon’s scent, but knowing Adler’s own was braided with the powdery roses made it only better.

Minutes flew by, maybe hours.

“Do you think we need to get up?” Gordon asked when it was truly dark out. The rain had subsided, was barely a drizzle.

“To do what exactly? Hmm. Do you want me to take you standing up, sweetheart? I can do that, from behind, or you can put your legs around my waist while I hold you.”

Gordon chuckled and adjusted his position in Adler’s arms. “Maybe in a bit. But don’t you have to eat? Since I already had you and we’ve been exercising.”

Fuck. He looks shy. So cute. Who gave him the right to look this cute?

“Uh.”

Gordon moved. “Adler, are you getting a hard-on again?”

“Well, blame yourself. Shameless vampire.”

Gordon wiggled in Adler’s arms. “This is not my fault. I did nothing.”

“You open your mouth to talk to me, the fault is yours. Everything about you is sexy. You have to take responsibility, doctor.”

“Well…”

Gordon didn’t say another word. Instead he turned around, offering himself.

Adler’s heart did acrobatics in his chest, and his capacity for higher thought suffered before going offline for good. All he could think about was being inside his mate and feeling him and making him feel good.

Gordon’s body was receptive, almost like every part of the vampire knew that he was with his mate, the one person who loved him above all others, who would protect Gordon and provide for him, no matter what.

The rush of sex, of cumming together, was no less intense, no less special, and after, Gordon’s cool body wrapped in Adler’s warm embrace, they fell asleep again, nightfall carrying them away.