Page 3

Chapter 3

T ie me up, his mate had told Adler. He buried his hands in Gordon’s blue hair, then proceeded to kiss the vampire. Before long, that wasn’t enough, and Adler rubbed up against Gordon, delighting in the sensation of his mate responding, the tension throughout Gordon’s body, the stiffening of his cock.

But this was not all the fun Adler planned to have with his mate. He pulled away and let his hands wander to Gordon’s wrists. “I’ll tie those here,” he said and lifted Gordon’s hands to the vampire’s chest. “And I’ll place a few knots along your spine, ropes around your upper body. Does that sound like something you’d enjoy?”

“Yes,” Gordon said, voice husky. “Very much.” He pushed his hips out toward Adler, in the process straining his wrists that were still in Adler’s hands. Adler growled when he felt Gordon’s erection against him, smelled the overpowering scent of lust mixed in with Gordon’s rose scent.

He inhaled. “And your legs. I haven’t done that before, but I think I’ll tie your legs so all you can do is kneel—or lie down and take my cock.”

Gordon’s eyes glazed over. Adler wanted him so bad, wanted to be inside him, wanted to touch and kiss until their scents mingled, became one sole entity. I’m looking forward to this so damn much. Adler released Gordon, and walked backwards into the bedroom. Gordon followed, drawn by lust, love, and everything between the two.

Adler stripped out of his shirt and pants with the last of the fading light turning everything into a gray watercolor world.

“You really are the hottest werewolf I know,” Gordon said. He appraised Adler’s chest for a few seconds before he started undressing himself.

“Don’t,” Adler said, cupping Gordon’s hands with his. “Let me?”

After a small pause, Gordon nodded. He had a shyness about him sometimes that Adler loved. He began by stripping Gordon of his shirt, touching that pale skin, flicking a nipple.

Gordon hissed. “Ah!”

“That’s nice. You’re so responsive. So sensitive.”

Gordon flushed in that very subtle way vampires had. With the light going, Adler barely saw it, but he loved knowing it was there.

“You’re a big bad wolf, detective.”

“I am? Well. Do you remember what you tell me if I get too big or bad for you to handle later on?”

Gordon cocked his head. “Oh. The traffic light thing. Red for stop, orange for slow down. And green for go, go, go.”

Adler rewarded Gordon with another kiss, delighted when Gordon opened his mouth and let Adler have his way. To reward him for that, Adler flicked the other nipple before pulling out of the kiss.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Fuck, you and your skinny jeans. They haunt my dreams, you know. Turn all of them into wet ones.”

Gordon giggled as Adler worked the front of those very jeans open. While Adler was busy with the buttons, Gordon used the opportunity to look down. Adler was already aroused, rock hard, and his mate admiring him in that state was a special treat.

“Wet dreams? My jeans do that to you?” Gordon asked, not quite pulling off the coquettish expression.

Fucking hell. He does have twink energy, and it does do things to my balls.

Without further ado, Adler picked Gordon up, carried him a few steps, and threw him on the bed. Gordon let him, seemed fine with it, though his eyes had gone pleasantly wide as he was lying there, ready to be taken.

Adler pulled off Gordon’s shoes, tossed them haphazardly, then peeled those cursed jeans and underwear off his mate’s perfect ass in one go.

“Yeah, they fucking do. Want me to show you?”

Gordon bit his bottom lip. And then he fucking nodded like he really had no idea how much Adler liked seeing that, how much it made him want to have Gordon.

Adler allowed himself a few more moments of sucking marks against the skin of Gordon’s abdomen, touching the other’s cock as he went, though without giving much stimulation.

When Gordon began shivering and twitching, when he’d leaked enough precum to make it a chore for Adler not to suck that cock, he stopped.

“Don’t move now. Stay right where you are for me.”

He stood and opened a drawer. From all the new ropes he’d gotten for Gordon, he selected the dark blue ones he’d bought because they worked with Gordon’s eye color, no matter what new hair color his vampire tried. Incidentally, with the current hair color, they’d look amazing. He looked over his shoulder to Gordon, who was watching but not moving, just like he’d been told. Mine. He’s mine.

“You’re special to me,” Gordon said, very quietly, and finally, the vampire did lower his gaze.

Adler grabbed the ropes and closed the distance between him and Gordon, kissed the vampire, deep and hard, pushing his tongue into Gordon’s mouth even as Gordon’s erection left wet trails against Adler’s belly.

With a sigh, Adler pulled back. “You’re special to me too.” He pushed Gordon back onto the bed. “I love you. And I love doing this with you.” He placed a hand on Gordon’s thigh. “I need you to kneel on the bed for me,” Adler said, holding the rope between his hands so Gordon, whose night vision was similarly good to Adler’s, could see.

Gordon nodded, ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and sat back up, then kneeled facing Adler.

Adler kissed Gordon before he moved to sit on the bed behind him, close enough to work. With his finger, he traced a line from Gordon’s left shoulder to his neck and from there to his right shoulder. He repeated the same with the rope, just to hear Gordon breathe harder, just to build anticipation.

Actually getting the ropes set how he imagined wouldn’t take Adler all that long, but he wanted to make this into a memory, something he could go back to and replay in his mind.

He touched Gordon, beginning at the vampire’s back. Adler used his fingertips first, let the rope slither in their wake, massaged Gordon’s muscles with his open palms and the balls of his hands.

Gordon leaned back against him with a moan. “Adler, I—”

“Shh, just let me take care of you, sweetheart,” Adler said, meeting Gordon’s eyes in the darkness.

Gordon relaxed and let his weight tip back further against Adler. Looking over Gordon’s shoulder, Adler could see Gordon was now fully hard, his cock leaking with want. He could smell that desire too, so heady. The knowledge of his mate’s lust made Adler’s own cock twitch, but he wouldn’t focus on that yet.

Adler bit Gordon’s shoulder, that same place where the mate bite was, and crossed the rope over Gordon’s belly, this time in earnest. He shifted it upward until it was just under Gordon’s rib cage.

“Yes, Adler,” Gordon breathed when Adler gently shifted him forward to pull the rope through its loop and drape it over Gordon’s shoulder, weave it under and up again.

Adler took his time to make sure the fabric was snug against Gordon’s skin without being too tight or potentially painful. Touching Gordon when he reached under the rope to pull the end through or adjust the pressure was pure bliss.

“Is this supposed to be pretty?” Gordon asked when Adler had completed the star harness and was getting ready to secure Gordon’s wrists.

“I wouldn’t tie you up ugly, sweetheart. How does it feel?”

“Interesting. In a good way.” Gordon looked down at the star shape the ropes made on his chest, touched the tip of the star across his sternum with his fingers.

Adler nodded. “Good. I think I’ll do something other than I thought with your hands.” He tied off the end of the harness rope and reached for another. Then, he moved around Gordon until he was in front of him. Adler gathered Gordon’s wrists in a double column tie and brought them back over Gordon’s head. “How’s this?”

Gordon shifted under Adler’s ropes, but his wrists stayed behind his head, even if Adler didn’t hold the end of the tie tightly. “I think I like it.”

Adler bent to kiss Gordon, holding the rope so Gordon couldn’t bring his arms forward, so his elbows were up on either side of his head. Adler could feel his vampire wanting to hug him, almost an instinctual reaction. Instead, Gordon pulled against the rope. “How’s now?” Adler asked, pulling back.

Gordon’s eyes were dreamy and hungry for more. “I get the feeling you’ll make me work for that werewolf dessert.”

Adler kissed Gordon’s jaw. “I like to see you get sweaty with exhaustion, sweetheart. So yes. You’ll have to cum for me if you want to drink me.”

The words did something to Gordon’s breathing which made Adler impatient to finally fuck into his mate, feel him cum, see him succumb to bliss.

Adler moved to Gordon’s back again. He finished the overhead tie, spooling the rope around Gordon’s chest until the second set of ropes lay snug under the first. He liked to keep both sets of ropes separate for now in case he needed to get either off quickly.

Once Adler was done, he reached around Gordon, took his hard length in hand, and stroked along it.

Gordon gasped, presumably because he hadn’t expected Adler to be done with the ropes quite yet. The vampire strained as he moaned, and Adler let go of Gordon’s cock before he laid Gordon back on the bed. Adler could tell Gordon felt the exchange of power when Adler took the weight of the vampire’s upper body to lay him down, something that would normally have required Gordon to use his arms.

“Fuck,” Gordon moaned.

“Still good?”

“Still very, very much want you to finally fuck me,” Gordon said. “And yes, I like this. It’s good.”

Adler smiled. “I’ll fuck you. But let’s tie those legs first so I can do whatever I want with you.”

The expression on Gordon’s face very nearly did Adler in, but he wanted pleasure for his mate. And he wasn’t going to cut that short because he was getting impatient, not tonight.