Page 19 of The Psychic and the Vampire: A Bad Case of Vampire Curiosity

“By the goddess V, let me see you.” Ant was gasping for breath, and his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it.

It wasn’t the water from the shower, pounding over his back and shoulders, that was leaving him feeling as though he was running a marathon.

It was Viktor who was doing a darn good job of finding every erogenous zone a body was capable of having.

Ant was clinging on by a thread, pleasure racing through his body in one wave after another.

You can’t see me , Viktor’s voice came through his head. You’ve got your eyes closed.

For good reason. Viktor had made himself invisible again.

He loved how he could use his special powers to tantalize Ant in all sorts of wicked ways.

Ant had no way of knowing where the next touch was coming from, where the next nibble would be felt against his skin.

It was enticing, very arousing, but Ant didn’t dare open his eyes because the sight of him clinging to something which essentially wasn’t there, fucked his brain up in more ways than one.

“V, please,” he said, almost sobbing as the pleasure drove him insane. “I’m sure you’ve found all of them. You’re nowhere near my neck.”

How do you know? Viktor’s voice came through his head again. His mate was quite clever at using their mind link when his mouth was otherwise engaged.

Ant groaned and just let himself go. He knew Viktor would never drop him. He knew that not one drop of his blood would ever be wasted, no matter how many times those teeth grazed his skin. His vampire cared far too much for him to let that happen.

But as the tease of hard lips and hands, the pinch of a fang, and the incessant pressure of Viktor’s fingers playing all over his body sent Ant’s senses soaring, the only way that he could stay sane was by keeping his eyes closed.

He was clinging to solid flesh, he could feel, even though he couldn’t see it.

He found himself flying through the air for just one second as Viktor caught him again, and the next thing he knew his front was plastered against the tiles of the shower wall.

“Spread those legs, babe,” Viktor said, his voice husky as he spoke out loud.

Just the deep timbre of Viktor’s tones was enough to send Ant’s senses into overload.

He groaned again, feeling Viktor’s strong hands on his hips, holding them steady.

His legs were dangling. There was nowhere he could go.

He was at the most awkward angle, but given their height difference, Ant assumed it was necessary.

“What are you doing?” There was a sharp nip on his right butt cheek. “I’m sure there’s not an erogenous zone down there.” Although Ant’s cock seemed to think that there was, pressed as it was between his abs and the cool tiles. It just wanted relief.

Ant resisted the urge to hump. Catching the edge of his cock on the edge of a tile or a bit of grout didn’t sound like fun, but god’s it was so tempting.

Before Viktor, Ant hadn’t realized intense pleasure with another person was possible.

But Viktor seemed determined to remind him, every single time they came together, how much he was valued and more importantly for Ant, how much Viktor could concentrate on him and him alone as he played with his body.

Viktor’s cock pressed against his hole and Ant tried to widen his legs and relax.

But his legs weren’t cooperating. He heard the chuckle in his mind this time, as Viktor boosted him up a bit, sliding his butt down over his cock, leaving Ant with the impression he was being suspended on that one appendage, with nowhere to go.

Not that he cared. Flinging his arm backward, Ant grabbed hold of the one part of Viktor under his hands.

He needed the reassurance of that solidness.

If Ant thought about it too hard, being fucked by an invisible being was guaranteed to send his mind in a tizzy – especially with the way Ant’s mind worked.

But Ant trusted what his fingers could feel.

He could hear Viktor’s breath against his ear, feel his body against Ant’s back as he started to move.

Viktor wasn’t in a hurry, but Ant really wished he was.

Ant had gotten used to feeling Viktor inside of him, but the thrill over how Viktor made him feel never lessened.

Viktor was still playing with him. Ant could tell by his mate’s carefully controlled thrusts, which were guaranteed to tease Ant to the point of screaming. Viktor’s hands held him steady, not allowing him to move, and the tension in Ant’s body grew.

His senses were assaulted on all sides. There was the physical side which was all Viktor – his strength, his hands, the control of his carefully timed thrusts. There were the external forces of the steamy air and the water still pounding down from the ceiling.

Combined with all that was the mental imagery in his brain – filled with the sensations coming from Viktor. Ant could feel his mate’s pleasure, feel the way the muscles around his ass were caressing Viktor’s cock as readily as his fingers had done earlier that night.

In those moments, Ant felt as though he could see into the depths of Viktor’s soul. I need to come, he yelled through their bond.

The fear of snagging his cockhead on a tile wasn’t helping. Ant tried to move his hands down so he could at least protect the head of his dick. But with the way Viktor was thrusting into him, it wasn’t possible. Ant would end up with a face smushed into the ceramic tiles.

“Turn me around,” he pleaded, showing Viktor in his mind how he wanted to be facing his mate, his legs supported by Viktor’s hips, his hands flat on Viktor’s chest. Ant desperately wanted the orgasm he’d been promised for the last half hour.

He’d have a lot better chance of doing that if he were facing his mate.

Viktor was quick to catch on, and Ant found himself turned around again, Viktor’s cock was out and then back in his body again before he had a chance to register it had been missing. Ant still couldn’t see the man bringing him so much pleasure.

But at least this time Ant could hold onto the biceps under his fingers, his legs could hook over Viktor’s hips, and his cock could finally have someone else’s abs to rub on as well as his own.

Tilting his head back, Ant left his eyes closed, letting the water wash through his hair, the steam in the shower stall adding another dimension to Viktor’s grunts and moans. Viktor was speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper, his desire so tangible, Ant could almost feel that, too.

It was in those moments that Ant truly knew that they were one - knew absolutely that Viktor was the only one for him.

He slid his hand down Viktor’s torso, reaching for his dick.

Circling his dripping cock in his palm Ant gave it two sharp tugs and his orgasm hit him. The scent of spunk hit the air,

Viktor’s groan took on a guttural edge. He’s close.

Ant didn’t need his powers to know that.

Sure enough, four thrusts later, and Viktor’s grip on Ant’s hips tightened, and he growled as his body froze.

Pleasure, pride, and deep contentment flowed through their bond as they stood like statues – well, Viktor was standing, Ant was still hanging on.

“I do love the fact that you have one of those instant hot water systems,” Viktor rumbled, sounding like a deeply contented cat. “I never have to worry about the water getting cold when we’re having fun in the shower.”

“I think,” Ant said drowsily, “that if I worked it out scientifically, even with a standard hot water tank, there is a good chance that the average length of time a male takes to orgasm would be shorter than the amount of time it took for a hot water cylinder to run cold. I am not sure how those averages would change with paranormal beings, and it’s possibly influenced by how hot the water was in the tank in the first place, but I can ask at the Mage Academy if you wish to know.

If it hasn’t been studied, someone there would love the chance to work it all out. ”

Viktor chuckled. “It fascinates me what you think about when my dick is slowly softening but still inside of your ass.” He cupped under Ant’s buttocks, keeping him steady while he shut the water off and moved them both out of the shower cubicle.

“I’ll dry us with magic,” Ant said, his eyes still closed. “You probably need to feed.”

“Don’t look now, Ant, but I already have.

Your blood is particularly tasty when you’re highly aroused.

” That chuckle was back again. Ant got the impression of Viktor grabbing a towel, wrapping it around Ant’s shoulders as he walked them through to the bedroom.

Settling them both on the bed, Ant found himself nestled on Viktor’s chest.

It was a nice feeling, being held close afterward. However, that touching set off part of Ant’s curse. It didn’t take long before Ant realized that Viktor’s mind was on other things.

“What is it?” Ant slowly started drawing random shapes on Viktor’s pectoral muscle with his forefinger, up to the shoulders, tracing along the collarbone, around the shoulders, back across the collarbone, and down again.

“I was just wondering what happens to those people who have all those cases that they send to your office, the ones we haven’t touched?

I’m fairly sure you haven’t had a chance to work on any of them since we got together.

Do they just wait indefinitely, or do the applications drop off after a while?

Do people get annoyed? How do you handle it? ”

“What made you think of my business now?” Ant asked, more curious than upset. His mind often went off on different tangents at unusual times. It didn’t bother him that Viktor’s did the same thing. They had already proven neither one of them was good at doing nothing.

“I was just wondering. This current business isn’t going to last much longer, and I mean, even now, while we’re waiting for information to come in…”