Page 42 of The Vampire’s Receptionist (Charmed Away Temp Agency #4)

With a wicked grin, Kian whispered a spell, and their clothes disappeared in an instant.

Dorian’s mouth dropped in surprise, but he had no time to question it.

Kian pulled his long silky hair out of his face, securing it with a hair tie, and grabbed the lube from the drawer.

He shot a wink at Dorian when he blushed over the contents of his nightstand, but spared him the embarrassment by closing the drawer again when he had what he wanted.

Dorian had questions when Kian straddled his legs, but he got his answer on why a moment later when Kian sucked his cock into his mouth. He groaned loudly, concentrating on not moving while enjoying the hot wet suction.

He was beginning to wonder if Kian was going to get him off with his mouth when Kian released him with a pop.

He crawled over Dorian’s body, that sultry grin making Dorian’s blood boil with need, but when he captured Dorian’s lips, the kiss was soft and affectionate, full of the love and devotion Kian wasn’t yet comfortable admitting out loud.

It warmed Dorian from the inside out and made him want to wrap himself around Kian and never let go.

While he was distracted by the kisses, Kian shifted a hand between them. The initial pressure of Kian sinking down on his cock shocked him, and he broke the kiss with a gasp, scrambling a little to maintain his control.

“Kian!” he shouted, eyes rolling back into his head as Kian sank lower onto his cock.

They hadn’t done this yet. Kian had always been the one to fuck him.

Not that he was complaining, but after the story Kian told, he assumed it would always be that way.

He wasn’t prepared for the delicious feeling of Kian’s body wrapped around his.

A mischievous chuckle against his ear made him shiver, and his fingers grasped tightly to Kian’s hips as he took the last inch of Dorian’s cock and took a moment to adjust. The first roll of Kian’s hips was divine.

Dorian wanted to plant his feet and pump up into him, meet him thrust for thrust, but he knew the rules.

He didn't want Kian to stop because he was overdoing it.

Unlike the first time, when Kian had been in Dorian’s place, Kian was in no rush.

His movements were all languid and slow, keeping Dorian deep inside him with just enough friction to drive him wild.

Dorian loved it, encouraged it with moans and murmurs against his mate’s ear about how good it felt and how amazing he was. He never wanted it to end.

Kian nipped lightly at his neck, and Dorian’s moans grew more strained. He had yet to meet a vampire who didn’t have a biting kink.

“Kian…”

“Want me to stop?” Kian teased.

Dorian shook his head. “More. Harder. I want you to leave a mark.”

That made Kian groan. He didn’t immediately give Dorian what he asked for. He licked and sucked Dorian’s neck, sending shivers up his spine and making him desperate for it. He needed to feel Kian’s bite. He needed to be marked by his mate.

“Please!” he moaned, his fingers tight enough to bruise Kian’s gorgeous pale skin.

He felt Kian smirk against his neck, and then his teeth sank into the flesh just hard enough to drive Dorian wild.

His orgasm slammed into him without warning, and his head flew back on a gasp as wave after wave of it washed over him.

It kept going until Kian finally released him and sat up with a smug grin.

“Well, that wasn’t what I intended,” he smirked.

Still breathing heavily, Dorian beckoned him closer. “Come here.”

Kian frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you. It’s okay. I can just give you my wrist and–”

“Kian,” Dorian pleaded, tugging lightly. “Trust me.”

Something about the way he said that must have struck a chord with Kian, because he reluctantly moved where Dorian wanted him, until he was straddling Dorian’s shoulders with his cock millimeters from his face.

Dorian gave him a little lick, because he couldn’t resist, grinning at the gasp that escaped his mate.

“Did you know a vampire can bite anywhere there is a vein?” he said conversationally.

Kian’s breath stuttered when Dorian ran his blunt human teeth along Kian’s length.

That wasn’t his goal, though. He turned his head, kissing the inside of Kian’s thigh.

Lifting his gaze to Kian, he said, “I’m hungry, dearheart. May I feed from you?”

Kian nodded slowly, wide bicolored eyes locked on Dorian’s face.

Dorian kept his eyes on his mate as he sank his fangs into the juncture of his thigh.

Kian’s head flew back on a shout, his body seizing up as he came into Dorian’s hand.

He’d done this before and getting cum in your hair wasn’t pleasant. He knew better now.

He fed until he was full, licking the holes closed lovingly and pressing a kiss to the mark as a thanks for feeding him. Kian’s legs shook as he flopped back on the bed, staring wide eyed at the ceiling.

“Holy shit.”

Dorian chuckled. “I take it you enjoyed that?”

Kian glanced at him incredulously. “Enjoyed it? That was amazing!” He turned contemplative. “Were you just teasing, or could you actually feed from my cock? Because I nearly came just imagining it.”

He would need to thank Avery for suggesting the temps from Spellbound to come in and help. If he hadn’t, Dorian might not have ever found Kian. And there wasn’t a better mate on the planet for him.

“Want to find out?”