Page 23 of The Vampire’s Receptionist (Charmed Away Temp Agency #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Kian wasn’t sure what was worse: having a guy he barely knew suddenly deciding he needed to take care of him, or not being able to escape said guy because, for some inexplicable reason, only Kian’s blood worked to keep him alive.

He was pretty sure it was the second one.

Or at least it felt like it when he found himself sitting up in his bed waiting for Dorian to join him for his feeding.

He should be grateful that he’d only have to do this once tonight, but after seeing the way Dorian looked at him, like he was something precious that needed protecting, Kian wanted to run for the hills rather than stay here right now.

Not to mention the man was still hot as sin and actually available. He almost wished he and Harlem really were dating. It would make it easier to resist the sexy vampire.

He resisted the urge to squirm. It wasn’t a big deal. It was just a blood donation. It’d be over in minutes and–

Dorian walked into the room, and his thoughts stalled out. How did someone make a silk pajama set look so good? It made Kian’s hands itch to touch, to see how the man’s muscles felt encased in the silky fabric.

No, no, no. Stop it. He was getting himself worked up, which would only make the donation reaction worse. So far, he’d gotten away with Dorian not noticing his reactions to the feedings. He didn’t need to make things obvious.

Dorian sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing toward Kian. “I think you should lie down. You’re already tired. You should get comfortable so you can go straight to sleep once we’re through.”

Kian couldn’t admit out loud how much he didn’t want to do that without explaining why. The other night was fine, since he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open, but now, with him being fully alert, lying down while Dorian fed from him felt too intimate.

“I’m fine,” he said, thrusting his wrist toward Dorian’s face. “You need to eat.”

From the look on Dorian’s face, he wasn’t going to make it quick. He didn’t like feeding if Kian was being awkward about it. Kian didn’t want to chat, though. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go back to pretending he didn’t want the man sitting beside him.

“If I’ve done something to upset you…” he began. Kian cut him off with a sharp shake of his head.

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I’ll sleep once you’re through.”

It was enough to get Dorian to back off. He carefully drew Kian’s wrist to his mouth. Kian had to bite his lip to stifle the moan when his teeth sank into his skin. Each pull seemed directly connected to his groin, waves of pleasure washing over him as Dorian drank his fill.

It took longer that time since they were switching to twice-a-day feedings, and Dorian needed more than before.

Kian had appreciated the break earlier in the day, but now, it only dragged out the pleasurable torture until he was squirming, his free hand clutching the bedding to keep himself from grabbing his cock. He was so close–

Dorian released him, licking the holes closed, and Kian couldn’t help the sound of protest that escaped him. His whole body throbbed with the need to come. It only would’ve taken a few more seconds. He didn’t want Dorian to stop.

“Kian,” Dorian murmured, his voice rougher than Kian was used to. When he forced his eyes open to look at the vampire, he sucked in a sharp breath at the heated stare that was locked on him.

“Let me help you.”

He’d denied Dorian’s help earlier. He didn't need to be rescued. But right now, he needed to come. And he desperately wanted Dorian to be the one to get him off.

“Please,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. He’d be embarrassed about it later. Right now, he needed Dorian to touch him.

Dorian crawled onto the bed, slipping one hand under Kian to shift him lower on the mattress.

He did it so easily, like Kian’s weight meant nothing to him.

Kian shivered at the easy display of strength.

Dorian could toss him around easily and still treated him like something precious.

It was both incredibly sexy and nerve-wracking.

If he was in his right mind, he’d worry about it.

But after Dorian got him on his back, he carefully pulled down Kian’s sleep pants, wrapping his hand around his cock, and Kian’s mind went white with pleasure.

He couldn’t think of anything else but Dorian’s touch.

He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to get off, it never did after Dorian fed from him, but it shocked even him when he only lasted a few seconds.

He blamed Dorian. The vampire went straight for his neck, sucking on it lightly as he stroked Kian’s cock.

Kian’s neck had always been a major erogenous zone for him.

He came with a cry, thrusting helplessly into Dorian’s grip as waves of pleasure slammed into him.

When it finally faded, he was breathless, and his muscles all felt like jello.

He couldn’t remember ever experiencing a release that powerful. Maybe he never had.

His mind was fuzzy afterward, and he barely felt it as Dorian cleaned him up with a warm cloth and tucked him in.

“Sleep well, dearheart. I’ll check on you in the morning.”

Kian had no way to guard against such a sweet sentiment after all that. He could only bask in it as he drifted off. It was nice to pretend for a little while that this was more than what it truly was. That he wouldn’t wake up alone.

Sleeping through the night helped a lot in Kian’s recovery.

It didn’t mean he woke up any happier than the day prior, but that was just his nature, and he felt better after the cup of coffee Avery brought him in bed.

The little human was bustling about, opening the curtains and chatting animatedly about how he was meeting with his publisher to finalize things before his next book release.

Since Kian was still on bedrest until Doctor Chapman deigned to show up and tell him he could move around, he left the copies he had of the first two books on Kian’s nightstand in case he was interested.

“Dorian is making you breakfast, he’ll be up in a little while, and Isaac and Maverick are in Ozen’s office working. Either one of them is capable of standing guard, so just call for them when it’s time for Dorian’s next feeding.”

Kian nodded along, his brain not fully online yet.

It was only when Avery mentioned Dorian’s next feeding that he remembered the night prior.

The night where he begged for Dorian to touch him to give him some relief.

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he’d been so frenzied, he’d completely forgotten that they always had an audience.

The embarrassment hit him hard, and he felt his face flush so hot, even the tips of his ears burned.

“Kian? Are you alright? You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

Avery hovered worriedly at his side. The only bright side was that Avery wasn’t present the night prior.

As a human, he couldn’t do anything to help if things turned sour, so he always gave them privacy during feedings.

But his mate had been close by. Kian sank in on himself, drawing his knees up and hiding his face, his embarrassment too much to bear.

As an incubus, Ozen would’ve been aware of what they had been doing.

And– Oh, goddess, he might die from the humiliation– How quickly Kian got off just from Dorian sucking his neck.

“Is everything alright?”

He heard Dorian’s voice, but he didn’t look up. He didn't want to face him. He almost wished he could ask everyone to leave so he could wallow in the embarrassment alone.

“I’m not sure,” Avery said to Dorian. “We were talking, and suddenly he turned bright red and curled in on himself. Kian? Are you in any pain?”

Does mental pain count? He didn’t say it out loud. Honestly, he’d curl into a ball and cry if he wasn’t still holding his coffee. He probably should have put it down before.

Dorian cleared his throat, and Kian heard him settle something on the nightstand. “I think I know what’s wrong. I’ll take care of it. Avery, you said you had a meeting with your publisher this morning. Are you going to be late?”

Avery hesitated, but must have decided he trusted Dorian to handle the issue, because he eventually moved away from Kian. “You’re right. I’m sorry I can’t stay. Kian, Dorian has my phone number. Text me if you need me to grab you anything on my way back, okay? I hope you feel better!”

Kian didn’t look up as the human hustled out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Something Kian should have done the night prior, before acting so shamelessly with Dorian. Ugh, he was just making things worse by thinking about it.

The bed shifted as Dorian sat on the edge beside him. He carefully took Kian’s mug away, setting it aside, and Kian used the freedom to hug his knees, keeping his still burning face hidden from the handsome vampire.

“I’m sorry,” Dorian murmured. It wasn’t the reaction Kian had been expecting, and he jerked his head up in surprise.

“Sorry for what?”

Dorian’s face was pained as he explained, “I took advantage last night. I know how people react to feedings, it wasn’t right for me to–”

“No!” Kian shouted, eyes wide with horror.

He was embarrassed, sure, but he didn't want Dorian to think last night was anything other than one hundred percent consensual. His outburst unfortunately startled the poor man, which only embarrassed Kian further. He pushed past it, his face burning. “You didn’t take advantage. I wanted it. I just–” He whimpered, fighting the urge to bury his face again.

“I forgot that we had an audience. It was bad enough that I practically begged, but I completely forgot about Mr. Hawksley and I…” He trailed off with a groan, giving in to the urge to hide his face.

He’d never be able to look either man in the eye ever again.

“Ah…” Dorian said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I hadn’t, um… hadn’t thought of that. If it makes you feel better, the hallway was empty when I left your room.

I believe Ozen stayed only long enough to ensure you were alright before giving us privacy.

He is also incredibly discreet when it comes to sexual matters. He won’t speak a word of it, I’m sure.”

Dorian’s reassurances made him feel a little better.

Not by much, but he trusted the man not to lie to him.

He still didn’t think he’d be able to look Ozen in the eye, though.

Cautiously, he looked up to find Dorian reacting similarly to how Kian had.

His cheeks were adorably pink, and he looked awkward, to say the least. That helped more than the assurances did.

It was easier to take when Kian wasn’t feeling it alone.

Finally realizing he had Kian’s attention, Dorian forced a small smile. “I’m sure it will be fine. At least it wasn’t Taron. He wouldn’t hesitate to tease.”

Kian felt his lips twitch in an urge to smile back. What was it about this vampire that made it so easy for him to relax? And why did he want to do anything to make the man stay?