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Chapter 18

A dler’s eyes were focused on his mate. Objectively, as a vampire, Gordon wasn’t fragile. Adler’s wolf side didn’t want to accept that at all, knew only that Gordon didn’t have the shift, that he didn’t have teeth and claws and couldn’t howl to ask for his packs help.

As such, in the dark bedroom with Gordon’s vampiric skin looking like bone china and his cheeks still tear-wet, Adler felt very protective.

“You’re staring,” Gordon said, placing a cool palm on Adler’s cheek.

“Am I? Sweetheart, it’s dark in here. You can’t see where I’m looking.”

Gordon chuckled even as a last tear wet his bottom lashes. “I can see just fine in the dark as well, detective. It’s that look again.”

“What look, sweetheart?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

Adler huffed. My mate knows exactly what I want. He’s a good mate. He’s the best. “Are you saying that because you want to be eaten?”

And Gordon, soft and cried out, breakable even if he wasn’t, leaned forward and let his head rest on Adler’s shoulder.

Adler had a boner in less than four seconds, and when he felt Gordon’s exhale against the skin of his neck, he shivered.

“Do you want to bite me again?”

“Yeah. Maybe. I think you need to be treated tenderly tonight.”

“Hmm,” Gordon said, only confirming Adler’s instinct.

Adler stroked Gordon’s blue hair. “Anilingus it is then.”

Much to Adler’s displeasure, Gordon lifted his head and looked him in the eye. “Huh?”

“You don’t want that?”

“Uhm, I mean, I don’t not want it but…it’s not everyone’s cup of coffee.”

“Cup of tea, sweetheart.”

“Don’t correct my coffee-positive language, detective.”

There he is. “Of course. Sorry, sweetheart. It involves licking you, so I assure you, it’s my cup of hot beverage.”

Gordon frowned. “Fuck. I’m too old to be embarrassed about sex stuff. No one ever ate me out, okay? This is going to be a new experience for me.”

Adler felt the giddy grin settle on his face, and there was nothing he could do about it. “Yeah. Yes. Okay,” he said, thinking, mine, mine, mine. His ass is mine. Would he let me bite it? Would another mark take there?

“You sound way too excited about that.”

“Not that excited. But if you don’t want me to tear anything, take off your clothes now, get in bed, and lie on your stomach. The faster the better.”

All things considered, Gordon had been pretty good about adapting to being mated. Better than Adler felt he deserved sometimes. Gordon made the effort, and he was cool about the full moon and spending it in the park with Adler and the rest of the pack. He didn’t mind having Adler in his bed when he was shifted.

But in this moment, he looked at Adler as if he wanted to say, Weird wolf shit again, is it? Adler didn’t mind. Especially not when Gordon was once more showing that he was a great mate and did as he had been told, undressing quickly and efficiently. He glanced over his shoulder as he lifted the covers and climbed in under them, positioning himself just as Adler had told him to.

“Sweetheart, it’s traffic lights, okay? I’ll stop at red. But I really want to work you over until you beg me to stop, and then I want to keep going.”

Gordon turned his head on the pillow. “That’s your definition of tender?”

Adler nodded while he stroked himself through his pants. He could feel his own wetness spreading in anticipation of what was to come.

“It is tonight. If you are okay with it?” Please, please, be okay with it.

Gordon bit his lip before he said, “Red, orange, green. We’ll do it your way.” He turned his head and mumbled, “Not sure if we need that though. Your tongue isn’t magic.”

Adler’s heart somersaulted. The wolf didn’t like that, not one bit; the wolf loved it.

Adler undressed, tossing his clothes and ripping the bottom-most button off his shirt. All the while, he had his eyes on his mate, his mouth watering with the knowledge of what he was about to do.

I will make him whimper. Oh, I will make him cum so hard he’ll forget all his worries, and then I’ll do it again .

Adler dove underneath the sheets so fast Gordon yelped and wiggled. All of that made this even better for Adler, and he was quick to lie on top of Gordon, calm him with his weight.

“I need a pillow for your hips. I want you to be comfortable. After all, this might take a while.”

“Huh?”

Adler stole the pillow from under Gordon’s head and dove back beneath the sheets where the rose scent with the caramel overtones was strongest. He lifted Gordon’s hips, and his mate went willingly, let himself be moved until he was ripe for the taking, knees pulled up and cheeks spread, the sight of his exposed hole enough to make Adler ooze yet more precum.

Adler started slow, used his thumb to explore. Gordon twitched, the anticipation doing most of the work there.

Here we go , Adler thought and licked along Gordon’s crack.

His mate moaned. Even muffled under the sheets, it was an aphrodisiac, not that Adler needed it. He growled and went right back to what he had started.

Anilingus was a hit and miss with partners the success of which depended more on how they felt about it than on the skill of the giver. Vampire bodies, of course, no longer worked like human or werewolf bodies. The perceived uncleanliness that scared some people was something a vampire needn’t worry over, but even so, it could still be a mental thing.

Not for my mate. My mate is going to love this, and then he’s going to beg me for it. Maybe he’ll let me do it each morning after the full moon?

Adler opted to be relentless right off the bat, and focused the full attention of his tongue on Gordon’s hole. He couldn’t have done anything else but that, not with Gordon struggling so much that Adler knew the next time around, he’d put his mate in ropes.

“Fuck, detective…”

Adler pushed his tongue against the trembling ring, but Gordon wasn’t loose yet, the sensation too unfamiliar for him to know what to do for the greatest pleasure.

Adler steadied his mate with a palm on the small of his back while using the thumb of his other hand to work in tandem with his tongue, pushing inside Gordon and carefully stretching him.

He stopped briefly. “Sweetheart, you’re moving a lot. Relax. I want inside you.”

He went back to it even as above the covers, Gordon sighed out a long, “Fuuuuck.”

Adler couldn’t help himself. He stopped again.

“That thing you said about my tongue not being magic? Sweetheart, you’ll come to regret that.”

Adler pushed into Gordon’s hole with his first two fingers and scissored them open, finally allowing his tongue some access.

From above, he heard a muffled sound as if Gordon was moaning into the remaining pillow.

That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it. Now let’s see how long you can last.