Page 34 of The Vampire’s Receptionist (Charmed Away Temp Agency #4)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Dorian’s groan made Kian grin. He was definitely into the idea.

It wouldn’t be the first time Dorian partook in blood sex, but it would be the first time with Kian.

With the way he reacted to Kian, he knew it would be a vastly different experience.

Just the thought made him want to rip Kian’s clothes off.

No longer seeming in the mood to torture Dorian, Kian set to work stripping them both, wanting to get skin to skin as quickly as possible.

Dorian was fully on board with this plan and helped Kian unbutton his shirt, lifting enough to slip it off and toss it away.

The undershirt came next, then his slacks.

Kian wasn’t at all focused on his own clothing, and that seemed like a tragedy in Dorian’s eyes.

He lifted Kian’s shirt enough to get his hands underneath, running his palms along the soft skin.

He slid them up his back, using the leverage to pull Kian’s shirt over his head.

Not for the first time, he was grateful that Kian didn’t succumb to corporate attire.

There weren’t tons of buttons to hamper him.

Only a soft blue v-neck sweater and slacks.

Once the sweater was removed, Dorian gave in to the urge he’d had all day, running his fingers through Kian’s hair as he drew his lips down for a kiss.

Kian seemed in too much of a hurry to linger, but Dorian didn’t mind.

The fact that the gorgeous man seemed desperate for him made him feel wanted in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Rearing back, Kian slid off the bed long enough to remove pants and boxers, demanding Dorian do the same with a sharp look. He still wanted to know what set Kian off so much that he was acting like this. Was it something he said? He hadn’t remembered being particularly flirty that day.

“Lube,” Kian growled. He didn’t wait for Dorian to respond, lifting off of Dorian long enough to pull open the drawer.

They were usually in too much of a hurry for him to watch, and he found himself glancing in that direction out of curiosity.

A flush burned his cheeks as he took in the contents of the drawer.

“That’s a hell of a collection,” Dorian murmured, wide eyed. Even he didn’t have that many toys, and he thought his collection was above average.

Kian didn’t look the least bit ashamed, grinning like an imp as he pulled out an enormous dildo and wiggling it.

“There are very few people I’d trust to fuck me.

I have to make do with these.” His smile turned sly and he glanced down at Dorian’s naked body.

“Should I use them on you? Make prep a little more interesting?”

For a long moment, he considered the offer.

Not because he felt they already needed a hand to spice up prep, with the way they reacted to each other at this point they’d normally be at the thrusting and moaning point of the evening, but because Kian looked so delighted at the prospect.

There was very little he wouldn’t do to get Kian to smile at him like that.

“I… I wouldn’t be opposed,” he finally admitted. “Another time, maybe.”

His cheeks flushed as he added, “I have my own collection at home, though it’s nowhere near as extensive as yours.”

Kian chuckled, tossing the dildo back into the drawer and grabbing the lube. He climbed onto the bed, looming over Dorian with his hands planted on either side of his head.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I know I’m not. And it’s sexy thinking about you using toys on yourself. I hope you know I plan on using each of those on you at some point, though.”

Dorian’s stomach fluttered, and he glanced between Kian and the drawer. “I wouldn't say no to that…”

Kian’s grin was wicked, and he smacked a quick kiss on Dorian’s lips before grabbing Dorian’s thigh and lifting it out of his way so he could situate himself between Dorian’s legs.

“Not right now, though. I don’t need something else to get jealous over right now. This ass is mine.”

Before Dorian could ask about the jealousy comment, Kian dipped his head and ran the flat of his tongue along the length of Dorian’s cock while pushing his legs against his chest, exposing him.

When his head and that wicked tongue slipped lower, Dorian gasped, grasping his knees and holding them tight to give Kian more freedom to do as he wished.

Some of Kian’s urgency returned, and his tongue was soon replaced with long fingers slick with lube. He made quick work of prepping Dorian, tapping his prostate with each pass of his fingers until Dorian was squirming, and his cock leaked a puddle onto his stomach.

“Kian, please!” he moaned.

With one last pass of his fingers over Dorian’s prostate, Kian pulled his fingers free, smirking at him.

“Is someone feeling needy?”

Needy didn’t even begin to cover it. Kian had been tormenting him since they left the office.

But he didn’t have the words to say that at the moment.

All the blood in his brain had rushed south the moment Kian had started touching him, and he couldn’t find two brain cells to rub together to form words.

He could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Kian rolled a condom over his thick cock, coating it with lube.

His stomach clenched and unclenched at the memory of the first time Kian had been inside him.

He’d never felt pleasure that intense before, and he craved more of it each time they came together.

With one hand propped by Dorian’s head, Kian guided his erection to Dorian’s hole.

He didn’t push in straight away. Instead, he went back to tormenting, rubbing the head of his cock over his balls and down to his hole, until Dorian ached to be filled and nearly lost his mind.

He bared his teeth automatically in warning, that out of control feeling pulsing under his skin, and nearly swallowed his tongue when Kian filled him in one smooth thrust.

He gave Dorian a few seconds to adjust before setting a punishing rhythm. Hard, fast thrusts punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin had Dorian arching and moaning as nerve endings lit up. How he managed to live thousands of years without experiencing sex this good was beyond him.

Like he could hear Dorian’s thoughts and wanted to truly blow his mind, Kian’s hand slid down Dorian’s leg, moving to prop it against his shoulder.

It changed the angle, and when Kian dipped closer for a filthy kiss, he struck Dorian’s prostate with each thrust, nearly shoving him over the edge without warning.

Dorian held back by the skin of his teeth, yanking Kian closer until his mouth could reach his neck.

“Tell me now if you don’t want this,” Dorian panted, giving him one final chance to back out. Kian was still new to blood sex. He could change his mind whenever he wished, and Dorian would respect that.

“Do it,” Kian growled, rolling his hips in such a delicious way that Dorian’s balls drew up. A few more thrusts and he’d be done for. He didn’t have any more time to waste.

Striking fast, he sank his teeth into Kian’s neck, drawing in a mouthful of blood.

Kian stiffened, and it felt as though time stopped for a moment as pleasure swelled like a tsunami and slammed into them both, sweeping them into mind-numbing release.

Instinct kept Dorian feeding, but his mind was focused only on the pleasure that coursed through him, and he groaned heavily between swallows of Kian’s blood.

“Dorian!” Kian exclaimed, his fingers digging tightly into Dorian’s sides. The pleasure dragged on and on with each swallow, and while he couldn’t be certain, he swore he felt Kian’s release drag on as long as his did. The cascading waves of pleasure didn’t stop until Dorian stopped feeding.

With great reluctance, Dorian released Kian’s neck, swiping his tongue over the holes to encourage healing.

With the feeding over, they both slumped heavily on the bed.

Kian was a welcome weight on top of Dorian, and he encouraged it by wrapping his arms around Kian’s shoulders and gently stroking his hair.

Curiosity got the best of him, and once he caught his breath, he had to ask, “Did I imagine it, or do you taste like chocolate?”

Kian’s bark of laughter made him smile and when the man sat up enough to look Dorian in the eye, he lifted his head to steal a taste of the mischievous amusement written on his face.

“I was wondering if you were able to tell. You said you can’t eat chocolate, but I’ve been told by other vampires that if something is eaten in large quantities before a feeding, they can taste it. I thought I’d put your little gift to good use for both of us.”

Dorian’s brow furrowed. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Apparently not,” Kian said with a smirk. “Are you complaining?”

He couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “I doubt there is anything we could do together that I would complain about. What about you?” He brushed his fingers along the mark on Kian’s neck.

It would take a few days to fade, which was why he generally fed from the wrist. This mark would be a lot harder to hide.

A small part of Dorian was smug to leave a mark where everyone could see it.

It made it easier for them to understand Kian was his.

Kian hummed, a blissed out expression on his face. “I had fun. I thought maybe I’d made a mistake since I couldn’t keep moving while you were feeding but turns out that didn’t matter. It was amazing.”

Relief flooded through him, and he relaxed against the pillows. Kian had initially been uncomfortable with feedings. Dorian was glad he wasn’t against them anymore. He liked the enthusiasm.

“Are you ready to tell me what got you so riled up? I’m not sure yet if I should avoid doing so in the future or do it on purpose just so we can have a repeat,” Dorian teased.

“And people say I’m the troublemaker,” Kian drawled.

Dorian saw Kian’s attempt at changing the subject, but he didn’t take the bait.

Something obviously upset him. While Dorian could joke that he would repeat the behavior just to encourage more sex, in reality, he would never do something that he knew made Kian unhappy.

If it was something he did, he wanted to fix it, so he didn’t accidentally upset Kian in the future.

Except Kian seemed determined not to explain. He pressed his lips together in a tight line and pulled away, separating from their intimate connection to put some space between them. Dorian couldn’t help feeling a little hurt by the action, especially after what they’d just done together.

“Kian…” Dorian began, only to get cut off as Kian sat up and grabbed his boxers.

“I’d offer to portal you home, but you brought your car, so…”

The dismissal was obvious. Kian would rather have him leave than talk about what had upset him.

And because Dorian respected his feeder’s boundaries, he had no choice but to go.

His chest ached as he pulled his clothes on, but Kian wouldn’t look at him.

He practically ran from the room to get away, and when Dorian stepped into the hallway, he could hear the water running from the closed door across the hall.

Kian wasn’t even going to say goodbye then.

Disappointment settled heavily in his stomach. He took the hint, slipping on his shoes and heading out the door without calling out a goodbye. If Kian wanted to speak with him, he wouldn’t have run away like that.

He barely noticed the walk to his car. The only other time he felt this alone was when his mother died.

Like a piece of him was missing. He thought for a little while that Kian was that piece, as he never felt lonely with Kian nearby.

But that was all his imagination. Kian didn’t feel the same, and he was fooling himself for thinking otherwise.

He set the car’s autopilot function to get him home, knowing he was too distracted to get there safely on his own.

His focus was on the passenger seat, where Kian had sat not long ago, teasing him and smiling, making him crave more.

He wished he could figure out why Kian kept him at a distance.

In the past week, any time their conversation shifted toward something more intimate, Kian shut down.

He knew better than to think Kian was compelling him or using magic like he’d originally thought when all this had started.

There was no magic involved. He was in love with the half-fae beauty.

And Kian didn’t feel the same way about him.

A screech made his head jerk up, but he had no time to react before pain exploded through his side and everything went black.