Page 18 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune (The Wayward Sons #4)

T he taste of coffee exploded on my tongue while the spice of his cologne washed over me.

Teeth, tongues, hands. We were a fumbling mess of bad choices and desperation as Sam pushed me down the hall.

My dick raged behind my zipper, growing harder with every step we took.

I dragged his shirt over his head while he damn near ripped the button off my jeans.

When he tried to step into his room, I steered him toward mine with an idea popping into my head. Was it a little wicked? Absolutely. But where was the fun in hooking up with your ex-boyfriend if you didn’t do something a little stupid and crazy along the way?

Okay, hooking up with my ex was probably the stupid and crazy part.

His knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell back. I took a moment to admire him—all mussed up and turned on. The outline of his cock was prominent against his gray sweatpants, put on display. Fuck, I loved gray sweatpants.

“You’re staring, sunshine,” Sam said, his voice thick with desire.

Yeah, I was shamelessly staring. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did.

His lack of shirt showcased just how much muscle the man had earned for himself.

Broad shoulders, strong arms, toned abs.

The tattoos and scars decorating his arms and torso only made him more attractive.

“Keep goin’,” I ordered, nodding to the head of the bed. The same head of the bed that was right under an open window with backyard access.

I crawled over his body as he got comfortable on the pillows.

I sank my teeth into his tanned skin, enjoying the sharp hiss he let out when I did.

There was something oddly satisfying about flipping the script with him.

How many times had he left bite marks damn near deep enough to break skin?

Not that I hadn’t minded. His fingers threaded through my hair and tightened when I bit him again.

“Easy, Gray,” he let out, but the way his hips rolled up as I did contradicted his words.

“Do you remember the barn?” I asked.

“You want to talk about your dad’s barn right now?”

“Nah,” I trailed my tongue over his sternum, “I want to talk about what we did in the barn.”

The scoff he let out was sexier than it should’ve been.

“It’s not like I cart around a bunch of fucking rope.”

“No, but I got somethin’ better.” I grinned against his skin and dipped in my power.

I felt the earth in my core—every molecule as it moved outside the window.

Vines from the garden uncoiled and trailed through the window.

They crawled over the headboard and along the side of the bed.

Before Sam could do a damn thing, they wrapped around his wrists.

The yelp of surprise he let out as his hands were yanked over his head was satisfying as fuck.

“Gray,” Sam warned darkly while he tugged on the vine. That only made it tighten, and his struggle made me grin.

“Ah, come on now, pretty thing,” I teased, running my tongue up the strong line of his neck and nipping his earlobe. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle bein’ tied down.”

“One thing, sunshine,” he began, and I glanced at him. That cocky smirk on his face was a little too telling. “There’s something you don’t know.”

Despite the cross around his neck that was supposed to contain his power, his eyes glowed gold with it. It seeped through his veins, lighting up long tracks under his skin. Well, well, well. Now, that sure as hell was interesting.

The vines around his wrists snapped with ease when he gave them the tiniest of tugs.

Sure, he was fast, but I was faster. My power flashed through me, and the vines snatched him up before he could do anything about it. They wrapped around him twice as many times before dragging him back down onto the bed.

His struggle was sexy as he tried to get free. Break, catch, repeat. All the while, I covered his naked torso in bite marks before soothing each one with the flat of my tongue. His cock leaked against the thin fabric of his pants, leaving a wet spot telling me just how much he enjoyed it.

“Gray,” Sam repeated, his voice tight. “This ain’t funny.”

Ah, there was that accent he tried so damn hard to hide. Just how much pushing did I have to do to get it to stay out?

“I ain’t tryin’ to be funny, pretty thing,” I said. “But seein’ you tied? That’s fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” he snapped.

“Well, that all depends on how hard you fight me.” Not that I’d hurt him. It was all in the name of fun and games. “Now, shut up and let me drive you crazy, pretty thing.”

He let out a groan of frustration with my words—not that I paid any attention. If anything, it only encouraged me. I doted on him, admiring the chiseled lines of his body with my tongue and my lips. His every little movement spurred me on. Gave me something to play with. To pay mind to.

“Up, Sam,” I ordered. His hips rose slightly, shifting as he let me drag his pants down.

Sliding off the bed, I took my time getting undressed, soaking up the sight of him—tied up and needy.

His power stayed engaged, and the golden glow was hot as hell on him.

It coiled around his thick cock, acting like a goddamn beacon of light.

“At some point, I’m goin’ to get you back for this, you bossy shit,” he grumped, accent and all.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I retorted.

Grabbing my wallet, I dropped a packet of lube and a condom on the bed before settling between his legs.

I sank my teeth into his tender thigh and reveled in his moan.

Running my tongue over his long length, I appreciated the taste of his precum as I lapped it up.

I bobbed up and down his dick, his hips thrusting with every pass.

I worked him up and enjoyed every sound that fell off that cocky mouth of his.

Turning him into a desperate mess was a game I didn’t realize I’d enjoy so much.

I toyed with my speed. Up and down. Fast and slow.

I took his length completely, swallowing around him as he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck , ” Sam let out, his voice tight and his cock throbbing against my tongue.

And I pulled off with precum and spit stretching between my tongue and his dick.

He let out a whine of frustration, power flaring as he pulled against the vines.

My power met his in kind to make sure he stayed exactly where I wanted him. “Fucking hell, Gray.”

“Don’t you worry,” I replied. I swiped the lube off the bed and tore it open with my teeth. “I’ll get you there. Eventually.”

A little bit of sexual torture in the name of pleasure never hurt anyone. He’d come—I’d make sure of it—but not before I drove him insane first. Just the idea of doing that to him had me leaking on the bed.

I covered my fingers in lube and knocked his legs apart wider, putting him on display for me. As I swiped my fingers over his hole, he tensed.

“Easy,” he said quickly. The slight anxious edge in his voice gave me pause. “I haven’t done anything in a long fucking time.”

“Don’t worry, pretty thing,” I assured him. “I’ll go easy on you.”

At least, I’d start that way.