Page 25 of The Vampire’s Receptionist (Charmed Away Temp Agency #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Kian got maybe two chapters into Avery’s book before getting bored.

It wasn’t that the storyline wasn’t good, it sounded interesting, but he didn’t like sitting still and books never really were his thing.

He wanted to get up and move, to find a project, something.

He regretted now turning down Dorian’s offer to move him somewhere else.

At least there, he could be social. It just felt too awkward to accept.

He didn't want to force his presence on anyone just because he was bored out of his skull lying in bed all day. He’d just be in the way anyway.

Dorian had meetings, the other two probably did as well.

They didn’t sign up to entertain him on top of all that.

Scrolling mindlessly on his phone only kept his focus for maybe ten minutes before he gave up. He never bothered with social media, and didn’t have many games that kept his attention. What he wouldn’t give to use his magic right now. Even just to talk to the plants.

When his phone rang, he leapt to answer it, despite knowing the only person who’d call him was his mother, and she would only fuss over him if she found out he got hurt. He was so bored, he decided to risk it, putting the phone to his ear as he stared at the ceiling.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, yourself. I honestly thought you’d be too busy to answer me. You know, like the last six dozen times I called.”

Kian rolled his eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Liar. We talked on Saturday. Don’t tell me you’re bored, too.”

She huffed, and he could practically see the twisted-up face she made whenever she was caught in a lie. Dad was supposed to be the mischievous one according to stereotypes, but it was Mom who taught Kian how to play pranks.

“Your father is driving me nuts. He wants to retire, which is all well and good, but when I asked him what he’d do with his day, all he could come up with was puzzles. I do not want him filling my house with puzzles, Kian. They’ll cover every surface before the first year is out.”

Kian snickered at the thought. For his dad, the idea of a good time was a good book or a quiet night in. The only reason he ever went to parties was to make Mom happy. He and Dorian would get along well in that regard.

“So, what are you up to? Are you still at the file clerk job or did they move you somewhere else?”

Mom had no problem with Kian’s constant need to find a new job.

He didn’t get into trouble like his cousins, and most of the jobs he told her about were safe, according to her.

He maybe sort of lied about a few of the more dangerous jobs or the vows he made while working as a paramedic.

He didn't want to stress her out about all that.

“Not at the clerk job anymore. Morana sort of promoted me. A big company needed a whole bunch of temps at one time, and I’m the liaison so she can handle everything else.

They all go through me right now.” Not that he could actually do his job while he was bedridden.

He wasn’t sure who was doing his job at the moment.

He never asked. Hopefully, no one needed his help while he was still laid up.

“Oh, honey, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed. “I’m so proud of you!”

It wasn’t that big a deal, but he soaked up the praise anyway. For too long, the only kind words coming his way were from his parents. She still made him feel like he could do anything, even when he knew his own limits.

“Now all you need to do is tell me you’re seeing someone, and I’ll be a happy camper,” she teased.

Kian rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.”

“What? It’s been decades since you brought someone home. I’m your mother. I’m allowed to want my son to be happy and taken care of.”

His mind flicked to Dorian and his careful attention to Kian’s needs. His stomach flipped when he remembered being held in his arms as he brought him back to his room, or the sweet way he bought an entire garden just to make him more comfortable. His mother would love him just for those acts alone.

Those thoughts were dipping into dangerous territory.

He wasn’t going to have a relationship with Dorian.

They were going to figure out why only Kian’s blood fed him, then they’d both part ways.

Maybe as friends, but certainly not as anything more.

Harlem had a point. Dorian was too straight-laced for Kian.

He didn’t at all admire his parents and their opposites attract kind of romance.

“Kian? Are you still there?” his mother prompted when he was quiet for too long.

“Yeah, still here,” he replied distractedly. He blamed the feedings. They were too intimate. They were messing with his head.

He caught up for a while with his mom before saying goodbye.

She was no closer to figuring out what to do with his dad when he retired, but Kian wasn’t any help with that regard.

He just suggested hanging the puzzles on the walls.

Then sealing them somehow and making them into floor mats.

Or bath mats. Really, he was just being an ass because he was bored, and she was fun to tease.

She finally hung up because his dad was on his way home, and she didn't want Kian to give him any funny ideas.

He was still chuckling to himself when he hung up.

He didn’t have time to get bored before someone knocked on the door. Dorian waited for Kian to invite him in before joining him, his expression rueful.

“Feeding time?” Kian asked knowingly.

“I’m afraid so. Are you feeling alright? The nurse Doctor Chapman is sending to check up on you is late, but we can wait if you’d rather–”

Kian shook his head, cutting him off. “I’m fine. Ready when you are.”

His stomach quickened as Dorian moved to join him on the bed. Kian thought about sitting up, but readjusting might make Dorian think he was uncomfortable, and it would only drag this out.

“Any more meetings today?” he asked, a tad too breathlessly, in his opinion.

Dorian hummed, taking Kian’s wrist in his hand. “A few. Reworking an entire division of a company means a lot of meetings.”

“I’ll bet,” Kian agreed. His gaze flicked to the door that was closed without their normal chaperone present. “Uh… Should we be waiting for someone?”

Dorian shook his head. “I called Doctor Chapman and asked if we could continue without supervision. He’s comfortable with it as long as someone is in the house to hear if you call out. I thought you might like more privacy.”

A breath of relief whooshed out of him. He never expected the thoughtful gesture.

He figured Dorian would wait for Doctor Chapman to give him permission.

The vampire didn’t seem like he’d be willing to push if it’d potentially risk Kian’s safety.

But he took Kian’s comfort into account and made the request, all to ease the embarrassment a little.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Dorian’s smile made his heart skip. He was so bewildered by the reaction that he forgot to look away when Dorian brought his wrist to his lips.

Watching the vampire sink his teeth into Kian’s skin was…

hot. And once he started, Kian couldn’t look away.

Pleasure burned through him like a forest fire, focused in his cock, and still, he couldn’t drag his eyes away.

He panted for breath, whimpering as the suction swept him toward the edge of release.

How did it keep getting better every time Dorian bit him?

Dorian’s eyes flicked open, locking on him, and the hungry look in his eyes shoved Kian over the edge.

He threw his head back, his hips thrusting as his release spilled into his pants.

It went on and on, almost never-ending, and Kian realized too late that it’d keep going so long as Dorian was feeding.

“P-Please…” he panted.

Dorian released him, but it didn't bring Kian the relief he’d hoped for.

In the short amount of time between when he’d come and now, he’d experienced so much pleasure that he was hard and ready for another round.

He hadn’t been able to skip recovery since he was a horny teenager, but apparently, his weird reaction to Dorian’s feedings was enough to rev him up again.

“Dorian,” he whined as the vampire licked the wounds closed almost sensually. Was that supposed to be that sexy?

Dorian let out a harsh breath, biting his bottom lip. It looked like he was fighting to maintain his composure. Kian didn’t want that. He wanted sex, dammit. It would be cruel to leave him like this. He wasn’t too proud to beg.

“Dorian, please!”

Dorian groaned in response, dragging his gaze to Kian’s face. “I know. I want it too. But I don’t want you hurting yourself. Let me ride you?”

Kian almost came just from the suggestion. He nodded rapidly, racing to strip his clothes while Dorian did the same. He’d just tossed his pants away when he realized they were missing an important detail.

“Lube?” he asked breathlessly. He didn't have any. He didn’t even pack his own bag. Avery did, and the last Kian checked, the little human hadn’t packed him anything sex-related.

The now very naked and oh so sexy vampire took a moment to breathe deep before nodding. “I’ll check the bathroom.”

Kian wanted to help. Hell, he wanted to use his magic to conjure some, but he was worried if he did that, he’d be too weak to actually participate. Thankfully, Dorian didn’t take long before returning with a small bottle of lotion. He grimaced.

“It’s not perfect, but it’s all I could find. Incubi don't actually need lube. They make their own.”

That was news to Kian. He never really looked into sexual magic of different species unless he was climbing into bed with someone, and he’d never been with an incubus before.

“That works. Get over here.”

That fire that had dimmed a little when he went searching blazed in Dorian’s eyes.

Kian watched him prowl closer, taking in every inch of golden skin.

He was lithe, with a swimmer’s build and just enough muscle to show off his strength without looking overly bulky.

Kian ached to touch him, and the moment he was close enough, he ran his hands over all that smooth skin.

“Gorgeous. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, grinning when the vampire shuddered and climbed on top of him to get closer. Kian tried to take the lotion away so he could prep him, but Dorian put a hand on his chest, stalling him before he could move.

“No. You’re supposed to be resting. Let me.”

Was it considered resting if he was being tortured watching Dorian prep himself?

He was more tense holding himself back than if he’d been allowed to touch.

But Dorian refused to let him up, and he was a lot stronger than he looked.

Kian could only watch in awe as he reached behind himself, stretching his hole one finger at a time.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, Kian ran his hands up Dorian’s thighs, fisting his dick and stroking it lovingly.

Dorian’s responding groan lit him up, and he practically salivated when Dorian started thrusting into his grip before sinking back onto his fingers.

It was the best kind of torture, and Kian was desperate for more.

His own dick throbbed and twitched with every noise that spilled from Dorian’s lips.

If Dorian didn’t hurry up, Kian was going to come just from the show alone.

Kian risked a little magic to summon a condom.

It wasn’t far, just inside his wallet that he’d left on a chair in the corner, and Dorian was too blissed out to notice.

He ripped it open with all due haste, rolling it over his cock.

His movement caught Dorian’s attention, and his eyes, which had slid shut from the pleasure, half opened to watch.

He hummed a pleased sound and pulled his fingers free, shifting to better position himself over Kian’s cock.