Page 26 of The Vampire’s Receptionist (Charmed Away Temp Agency #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Eyes glued to Kian’s face as he sank down onto his cock, Dorian missed the sound of the door opening.

Someone squeaked in shock, and Dorian whipped around, baring his fangs in a hiss that sent whoever dared interrupt them scurrying out of the room.

He didn't let it stop them, and Kian seemed too into what was happening to feel embarrassed about it. He gripped Dorian’s hips, pulling him farther down until his hips met Dorian’s ass, his thick cock filling him to the brim.

It’d been a long time since Dorian had been with a lover.

Maybe too long. Despite prepping himself, the burn was intense, and he needed a minute to adjust. Kian gave it to him without complaint, running his hands over Dorian’s chest and back soothingly.

When Dorian finally relaxed, Kian tipped his head at him.

“Alright?”

He nodded quickly. “Quite. You’re larger than I’m used to.”

His cheeks flushed at the admission. His mind was too lust-fogged to filter his thoughts. He wasn’t lying, Kian’s cock put his extensive dildo collection to shame, but he wished he would’ve kept that thought to himself.

Kian flashed him a wicked grin, rolling his hips a little and making Dorian gasp. “Yeah? Is that a good or bad thing?”

“So good,” he breathed, lifting himself off a little before sinking back down.

He’d intended to take his time, so he didn’t get Kian too worked up while he was still healing, but it felt too good to slow down.

He balanced himself with his hands on Kian’s chest, lifting off all the way to Kian’s tip and dropping back down a little faster that time.

Kian groaned, his grip on Dorian’s hips tightening as he fought to stay still.

Dorian could tell he wanted to do more, but he didn't want Kian to overdo it.

With that in mind, Dorian set a grueling pace, bouncing on Kian’s cock with sheer determination.

He wanted to get Kian off, wanted to watch him come, to hear the noises of his release again.

Kian’s face was a mix of pleasure and desperation, his brows drawn together as he panted and groaned.

Dorian was no better, breathless and making noises he would be embarrassed about later.

It just felt so good. Kian’s cock was thick and long, stretching him in all the right ways, with the slightest curve that nailed his prostate dead on with every thrust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come before Kian did, and he refused to let that happen.

One of Kian’s hands fisted Dorian’s leaking cock, and Dorian’s head flew back on a shout.

It was hard enough keeping his composure with Kian’s cock in his ass.

Taking pleasure from both sides was too much.

Ecstasy bombarded him from all sides, and he felt his body tense as pressure coiled in his middle, signaling his imminent release.

“Kian… Close…” he warned, hoping the beautiful man would give him a minute to compose himself.

He wasn’t ready for this to end quite so soon.

But fae were notoriously mischievous, and Kian took his admission as a challenge, tightening his grip and lifting his hips to fuck up into him.

Dorian didn’t even have a chance to think about telling him not to push himself before he shattered, his back arching as he came all over Kian’s chest and abs.

“Oh, f-fuu–” Kian’s curse cut out as he came, cock twitching so hard Dorian could feel it.

He rocked a little, moaning as he rode out Kian’s climax, until Kian’s body went lax, and his own muscles gave up.

He barely had enough mental capacity to roll to the side instead of crushing Kian beneath him.

They were about even in size, but Kian was still recovering and didn't need Dorian on top of him right now.

They both lay panting, looking up at the ceiling as they fought to catch their breath. The polite thing to do would be to clean Kian up, but Dorian couldn’t muster the strength yet. He needed a minute after coming that hard.

“Did… Did someone come in?” Kian asked between breaths.

Annoyance flashed through him, and he growled automatically.

He hadn’t thought to lock the door, because his friends agreed to give them privacy while he fed.

They were on an entirely different floor, and Kian and Dorian weren’t being loud enough to warrant them to come check in.

But from the scent he caught in the air, it wasn’t his friends who came inside without knocking. Whoever it was had been female.

“Easy, handsome. I’m sure it was an accident,” Kian teased.

“Proper etiquette dictates one knock before entering a room,” he grouched.

Kian outright laughed. “Goddess, it’s hilarious when you do that. You sound like you belong in the 1800s talking like that.”

Dorian scoffed. “I’ve been alive a lot longer than the 1800s.”

“So have I,” Kian countered with a smirk. “You don’t see me talking like that.”

His lips pursed against a frown. That was true for most of his friends as well. So Dorian was a little more formal than most. He happened to like that time period. It suited him.

He rolled his head to look Kian over again. “You’ve mentioned before that you’re older. You’ve never mentioned how old.”

Kian looked amused, raising an eyebrow at him. “Doesn’t proper etiquette ban you from asking that question?”

Technically… yes. He frowned. He really wanted to know. It was a piece of the puzzle that made up the gorgeous man beside him, and he found himself hoarding every bit of information he could get.

Something in his expression made Kian laugh, shaking his head. “Let’s just say I’m old enough to act better, but young enough to not give a shit about what people want.”

“That’s not helpful,” Dorian replied, narrowing his eyes at him. “Who was the governing power when you were born?”

Kian shrugged. “There wasn’t a single one at the time, but that’s happened more than once in our history.”

True. Empires rise and fall, after all. He tried again.

“What was the most important invention at the time?”

Kian’s face screwed up, and he gave Dorian an exasperated look. “I have no idea. Do you seriously know what year everything was invented?”

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, the years start to blend together.

It’s easier for me to mark time by major events.

” He let out a long sigh, turning to frown at the ceiling again.

“It felt for a while like I was wasting my time, because I couldn’t remember it a few hundred years later. I needed a new way to connect.”

Rolling onto his side, Kian braced himself on one elbow, looking down at Dorian, who felt his cheeks flush.

It felt as though he’d admitted too much, but it was the truth.

At his age, he’d forgotten more than he could remember.

Friends he’d once had were gone, replaced by new ones who would disappear with time as well.

Warmth spread through his chest as Kian settled his hand there, giving him comfort.

“I’ve lost track of how old I am. I was raised to adulthood in the fae realm where time flows differently from here, so I’m not exactly sure.

I stopped caring after a while. I’m nowhere near the oldest person alive, most of my father’s family is much older than I am.

I try not to let myself get too caught up in the numbers.

I feel young. I choose to live my life like I am. ”

It wasn’t the answer Dorian was expecting. If he did a little research on the way time moved in the fae realm, Kian’s age might actually match up with Dorian’s. None of his friends could boast that, not even Ozen, who was the oldest after him.

Kian’s lips twitched into a smirk. “If you tell Harlem how old I am, I’ll make you regret it. I’m not nearly as nice as you are. Old as dirt comments will be met with extreme reactions.”

Dorian huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “He truly is a brat. I feel the need to get back at him somehow for always teasing me about my age. I’ve never been very good at pranks, though, so I’m unsure how.”

Kian’s smirk grew into something more feline, full of mischief.

Dorian felt a little like he’d just offered him a treat.

He thought about warning Harlem, but a part of him was curious about how things would turn out.

Kian wasn’t cruel, he wouldn’t do anything to harm Harlem. He wanted to see how things would go.

“Do you wish to help me?” he queried with a knowing smirk.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, I do,” Kian grinned.

Dorian had to get back to work eventually.

It was unfortunate, but Kian looked sleepy and sated and agreed to take a nap after their romp.

When he said he’d need the energy for his next feeding, Dorian felt all his blood rush south.

It took serious self control to walk away.

This wasn’t the first time he’d slept with a feeder, it happened on occasion if the spark was there, but it was the first time he felt euphoric from the act.

Feeding was merely a means of sustaining himself.

It never made him hot before. But it felt a little like Kian’s pleasure flowed into Dorian as he fed, making them both hot and bothered by the act.

He intended to look into that later. It was beginning to feel more and more like his current issues with feeding were tied to Kian, despite evidence stating otherwise. He just wasn’t sure how.

Before returning to his office, he went downstairs to fetch a bottle of water for Kian.

He was half asleep when Dorian left, but he thought maybe the man would wake up thirsty after his nap.

It was the polite thing to do to make sure he was taken care of.

He came to an abrupt stop when the scent of the female who’d interrupted them teased his senses.

She was in the kitchen, along with Ozen and Maverick.

Annoyance kicked back in, and he stalked into the room, glaring at the woman who sat nervously at the counter, playing with an empty bottle of water between her hands.

“Dorian,” Ozen greeted, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

Dorian narrowed his eyes on the incubus. “Ozen. You’re home early.”

“Mm. I got a phone call from Doctor Chapman’s office. Something about the nurse being unable to check on her patient. I was concerned. How’s Kian?”

Realization hit Dorian in the gut and a tendril of guilt twisted through him.

It was the nurse, coming to check on Kian, that interrupted them.

A part of him felt that didn’t matter, and he was still sour about the interruption, but the logical side said she was just doing her job, and he’d been quite rude to her in the moment.

Straightening his posture, he turned to face the young druid, who eyed him warily. “Apologies. I was told you were running behind. I didn’t know to expect you.”

That was about as much of an apology as he could muster. He wouldn’t apologize for what happened with Kian, nor could he have controlled his reaction at the time. She really should have knocked.

He turned back to fetch the water like he’d intended, only to find both his friends fighting not to laugh.

He narrowed his eyes, pointing at each of them.

“If either of you breathes a word of this to Taron, I’ll share all your dirty little secrets.

” Because all three of them knew if Taron found out, the entire company would know in a matter of days. The man was a terrible gossip.

“I’m not that cruel,” Maverick replied with a shake of his head.

Ozen nodded in agreement. “Is it safe for the nurse to do her job now? Or should Kian be warned of her arrival first.”

There was teasing in his eyes that Dorian didn’t appreciate. He had plenty of stories about Ozen and his mate, and he was always polite enough to keep them to himself. He wouldn’t be so nice if Ozen didn’t stop.

“He’s resting. I’d prefer it if he wasn’t woken,” he gritted out.

“I-I can come back later,” the nurse piped up nervously. “He looked fine when–”

Dorian swung around, glaring at her, and her jaw snapped shut again. Kian had tried to reassure him that no one saw anything, but apparently, he’d been wrong.

Ozen put a hand on his shoulder, gripping it just tight enough to keep Dorian where he stood. “Alright. I believe we have a meeting to get to. Maverick will call the nurse back once Kian is awake and ready to accept company. Come on. Let’s go.”

He shrugged off his friend long enough to grab the water for Kian before letting Ozen lead him upstairs, his glare locked on the nurse until she was no longer in his line of sight.

After their meeting, Dorian was going to ask Doctor Chapman when it would be safe to move Kian to his apartment.

He didn’t want any unwanted interruptions in the future.