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Chapter 4

A dler looked down at Gordon who was spread out on the bed before him. His vampire. Color was lost in the darkness, but the ropes lay against Gordon’s pale skin like patterned obsidian, and when Adler ran his own hands over his work and Gordon’s skin beneath, it was as if tender shadows stroked his lover.

Gordon’s face was full of the sweetest kind of tension, wanting something, wanting to reach for something, but being unable to do that. He was squirming, at least as much as the ropes allowed him, which was still more than Adler wanted.

“Gods, how did I get so lucky as to bed you?” Adler asked, deliberately stroking around Gordon’s belly button.

“Easy,” Gordon said, wiggling his hips in an attempt to finally get Adler going. “You turned into a huge wolf and just snuck under the covers with me. And if I remember correctly, you refused to fuck me then too.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Adler said, then bent low until his body covered his lover’s, until he could feel his rope work between them. “I will fuck you. I just want to remember everything about it when I do, and if you cum hard enough to pass out for a bit after in my arms, I’ll consider that an added bonus.” Gordon breathed heavy and tried to hook his legs over Adler’s ass.

Adler chuckled. “This won’t do, sweetheart.”

When Gordon wouldn’t release Adler right away, Adler slapped his vampire’s thighs, and that got the desired result.

“Ah! Detective!”

“Yeah. I think you were just trying to be naughty. Let me help you with that.”

Adler reached for yet another rope, and after moving Gordon’s left leg in position, he created the tie, binding Gordon’s calves to the back of his thighs, his knees bent. Once it was done on both legs, it would be so easy to spread Gordon open. Adler’s mouth watered at the thought.

Adler enjoyed Gordon’s eyes going wide, enjoyed how he tensed when Adler moved the rope over him, slow and steady.

“Good? Still green?”

“Still green,” Gordon said and curled his toes.

Adler smiled, and when he was done with the left leg, he ran his index finger along the sole of Gordon’s foot, from heel to toes.

Gordon hissed and bent his spine, but he endured.

“I’m not as into feet as other people are, but I think I could cum, rubbing my cock between yours.”

“You’re such a kinky werewolf.”

Adler bent Gordon’s right leg into position and began tying that too. “Thank you, sweetheart. You are the sweetest thing. And the hottest. You’re the prettiest mate in the entire pack, do you know that?”

Gordon’s head lolled back as Adler completed the tie. He said nothing in response, and Adler decided he’d allow it, this once.

With his mate so prepared, all that was left to do was get him ready. Adler had the sinking feeling that once he was inside Gordon, things would end rather quickly, and the only thing he could do to draw out the pleasure was slowing down now.

He grabbed the lube from the side table and let it drip on Gordon, enjoying the sight of his mate flinching. Ah, this is giving me even more ideas. I can barely look at him and not think about making love to him. He’s just too perfect.

Adler pulled Gordon’s bound legs apart and watched Gordon’s face. Gordon had given up control, and Adler would be the one to decide how the next few minutes went.

He slowly lubed up Gordon’s crack, then worked him open, increasing the stretch with a single finger at first. Gordon soon got used to that, and sexy vampire mate that he was, he tried to fuck himself on Adler’s finger. It wasn’t going to work of course, the ropes made sure of that, but seeing the desire on Gordon’s face—Adler could have cum just watching that face.

He added a second finger, followed in short order by a third, zeroing in on the most sensitive places he could reach inside his vampire. Gordon squirmed and pulled against his ropes, all of it futile, the frustration building the anticipation and the desire.

My lover. My mate. The harness sat just perfectly to emphasize the slopes and valleys of Gordon’s chest, and not for the first time did Adler wish Gordon’s vampiric skin would hold the marks of his binds longer than it did. They would all be gone by noon the next day, if not sooner.

It doesn’t matter. Rope marks or not, he will always have my mate bite.

Adler pulled his fingers out of Gordon, and the vampire made disappointed noises, looked down, but then grinned like a drunk pixie when he thought he knew what was coming.

“Finally.” Gordon was already slightly hoarse.

“You think?”

Adler dipped his head between Gordon’s legs and lowered his mouth to run his tongue over Gordon’s tip and lap up the precum. Gordon watched, aghast, then bent his spine in a deliciously desperate way, accompanied by a low whine.

“Please, Adler, I need you inside me,” the vampire said, and if Adler’s ears hadn’t been so tuned to his lover, he might have actually missed the words.

With a last, indulgent lick all the way from Gordon’s balls to his tip, Adler pulled back, then reached for the lube and slicked himself up.

Once more, he roughly tugged Gordon into the position he wanted him in. These leg ties are perfect for him. I’ll have to do it again really soon. He spread Gordon’s legs apart as far as they would go, then lined up.

“You’re mine, sweetheart.” Adler pushed into Gordon, felt the resistance, then the way Gordon opened up to him.

Gordon’s squirming increased with every inch of Adler filling him, maybe because he was tied up or because Adler had taken his time. The vampire’s scent—if that was possible—grew even sweeter, and Adler growled in that unattractively possessive way that he tried to rein in around his vampire most of the time.

You are mine, you are mine, Adler thought, and felt a bout of pride and happiness when he could feel Gordon all around his cock, when he was as close to the other as was possible.

Adler pulled his hips back for a slow thrust, his eyes focused on Gordon’s face in case there was any discomfort there.

But to Adler’s utter delight, Gordon looked like all he wanted was more.

“Yes, please,” Gordon moaned, eyes not entirely focusing.

Adler thrust again, harder, and grabbed on to Gordon’s ankles tightly. “Sweetheart,” Adler said. “Gordon.”

Gordon looked at him.

“I want to fuck you so badly right now, and so hard you’ll feel sore all day tomorrow. Would you like that?” Adler asked.

“Yes, please. Please, Adler,” Gordon whimpered, and his words felt like the full moon rising, like something tearing inside Adler only to reform itself in a different shape: man becoming wolf and wolf turning man again. Not just wolf or man though. Mated. Bound forever.

With a bruising hold on Gordon’s legs, Adler thrust into his lover as hard and fast as he could. He growled as he went, flashed his teeth at Gordon, who was tight and soft and warm all at the same time, who was staring up at Adler as if Adler were the full moon in all her glory.

Adler felt Gordon orgasm underneath him, the hot cum casting a pattern across Gordon’s chest and the harness Adler had bound him with.

He hadn’t expected his vampire to find his release quite so fast, but seeing his lover reach pleasure was something that filled Adler with warmth, and knowing it was because of Adler’s cock inside him only added to that heat. Adler’s release built like a fire and came in hot waves, even as he was thrusting into Gordon, filling him deep.

Just like that, it was over, the echoes continuing in both their bodies as their breathing filled the room, as their scents mingled in the air.

Adler took a few moments to take in the sight of his spent lover who still had Adler’s cock inside him. Gordon’s eyes fluttered open, and they were searching for comfort, so Adler pulled out, shifted Gordon so he could release the overhead tie. He stroked Gordon as he went, trailed kisses along Gordon’s arms and where the star harness still held him, then began working on the leg ties.

Gordon easily opened his mouth to kiss Adler, and he brought his still tied wrists up to stroke the wolf under the chin even as Adler freed his legs.

“Here,” Adler said and released Gordon’s wrists. “You okay?”

Gordon nodded. “That was…”

Adler pulled him close. He enjoyed that the harness was still on Gordon, that Adler could feel the weave of his own rope work as he held Gordon. “You liked it?”

Gordon nodded. “H-mmh.” He kissed along Adler’s chest and up to the wolf’s neck.

“Ready for that werewolf dessert I see,” Adler said, stroking Gordon’s back. He cradled Gordon’s head even as Gordon bit into him and started drinking. So much for him not being hungry.

Another wave of euphoria washed over Adler. The first time, it hadn’t felt like this at all, but ever since the mate bite, Adler could relate to the vampire groupies who got a huge kick out of a vampire feeding off them, hashtag toothgasm. Still, what Adler liked most about it was sharing this closeness with Gordon and providing for him in this most basic way.

Gordon didn’t drink much, barely a sip. He pulled his teeth out of Adler’s neck. With both of them sated, Adler enjoyed a few more moments holding Gordon close before carefully extricating himself to clean up in the bathroom and grab a towel to do the same for Gordon.

“This is surprisingly more comfortable than I thought,” Gordon said when Adler undid the harness and tossed the rope aside.

“It’s only as uncomfortable as I want it to be,” Adler said. He ran his fingers over the rope marks on Gordon’s thighs and chest, on his wrists, then moved Gordon under the covers and crept in next to him. “You’re not uncomfortable now, are you?” He pulled Gordon close so he could hold him while they both fell asleep.

“No, detective. I’m peachy. In heaven. Cloud number nine. On a sugar high from my werewolf dessert.”

Adler snorted. “Sweetheart, you are terrible just before you fall asleep and when you first wake up in the mornings. I sometimes think parts of your brain didn’t get the memo about that whole getting turned into a vampire thing.”

Gordon, his eyes already closed, tried a cute attempt at a slap in the general direction of Adler’s cheek. He missed, palm coming to rest on Adler’s shoulder instead.

“Making fun of me just because you were born with a tail. Bad detective.”

Adler chuckled but said nothing more. Instead, he waited until Gordon stilled in his arms. Only then did Adler drift off to sleep himself.