Page 137 of Vampire Kings Box Set

Maddox smiled back at him, a deep and loving smirk. “What might you be worried about?”

“Something long and hard. Something deep inside me. Your dick.”

Maddox’s smile broadened. “So much for subtlety.”

“It's never been my thing,” Will smirked.

“Let me oblige you, my boy.”

Maddox moved faster than any human could see. From Will’s perspective they were lying in bed one moment and the next he was being pulled up by his hips, which put him on hands and knees. The perfect position to receive. Will swung his hips back and forth, feeling his unseen tail.

“You’re perfect,” Maddox said, slapping his ass with a sharp swat. “Look at that hide. Look at that tight hole.”

He could be crude when he wished to be, but not only did Will not mind, it made him thrill to Maddox’s desire even more. The fact that his master was letting some of his perfectly controlled facade down could not have pleased Will more.

“I like you filthy,” he moaned as Maddox spread him open and held him like that, inspecting his nethers with that dominating eye.

“I like you every way, boy,” Maddox replied. “I have been fucking since the dawn of time, and you are the most exquisite little treasure I’ve ever had the pleasure of filling.”

Compliments were somewhat rare from Maddox, not because he didn’t have anything nice to say, but because Will was almost always fucking up. Even now, he was still technically just done fucking up, it was just that everybody else had been such a spectacular pain he looked good in comparison.

He felt the cool drizzle of oil over his ass, spilling back and forth across his cheeks in a sensuous cascade, and felt his lower belly tighten with anticipation. Finally. He was going to get what he wanted.

Maddox was in the mood to make a mess. After the night he’d had, dominating Will was like a dark oasis of perfection. His boy really was his perfect match and mate in every way. Not because he was good or obedient, but because he was beautiful and wild.

“I fell for you the moment I saw you,” he said, taking his cock and using the shaft to smear oil over Will's cheeks, making those muscular rounds gleam. There was pleasure to be had in simply caressing this boy, this monster made by fickle fate. Maddox felt as though William had been brought out of the twin ethers of human and beast to belong to him. When they were together, everything felt right. Maddox had never expected to feel this deeply for any human, let alone a chaotic young one like Will.

He teased his boy, letting the head of his cock drift slowly down between Will’s cheeks, brushing it over the winking tightness of his hole, and then drawing it away again. He knew how badly his boy needed to be fucked, how much Will craved domination. Will’s need to be mastered was an equal and opposite measure of Maddox’s need to master him. Usually he reveled in rough demonstrations of his carnal power, but this time he wanted to draw the moment out and make it as close to eternal as possible. He wanted Will to feel the depth of his desire, how hard his cock was, how much he needed his boy.

“I hated you the minute I laid eyes on you,” Will moaned.

It was not sweet, but it was true. He had been such a hurt, feral little thing without anybody to trust. Hate was all he had known. Maddox hadn’t minded it then, and he did not mind it now. Better to be hated than adored with a cloying mindlessness. Will had never seen him as an ancient vampire master. Will barely showed any interest in anything that happened longer ago than last week. To his boy, he was a contemporary, a man who owned him who happened to be a vampire.

“And now?” Maddox leaned forward, smoothing his palm down Will’s spine until his fingers took hold of a handful of thick, dark hair, and the head of his cock slid to sit poised at the entrance of William’s body.

“Now I couldn't live without you.”

What sweet words, spoken through gritted teeth. The boy was impatient. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to be fucked.

Maddox obliged him in one hard thrust, spearing Will to his hot little core, spreading him wide, making him a sheath for his cock. He saw Will’s toes curl, heard the cry of ecstasy and pain, and then he thought no more. He became a plundering, dominating force slamming himself inside Will, not so much a soul as a force of nature, something originating almost before time itself, certainly long before humanity rolled through him and demanded that this human beast sacrifice be thoroughly claimed.

He felt his fangs drop, but he kept himself from William’s blood. In his current mood there was far too much risk that he would give into a feeding frenzy, take out all his need and hunger on the one thing he held most precious in all the world. He would have to be satisfied with feeling his cock impale Will time and time again, a different penetration, one that did not fully sate his hunger, but suffused them both with raw pleasure.

Meanwhile…

“You sure this is what you want?” Henry asked the question with more caution than needed.

Lorien nodded with a calm smile. He could take anything Henry could throw at him, he was certain of that. He was looking forward to showing Henry what he was made of. He was certainly not afraid of the man. Or the beast, for that matter.

Henry shifted into his wolf self, smoothly destroying his clothing without a care in the world. Lorien remained calm as the beast stalked around him with dark intention. Once, twice, thrice around it went and then it was on him in a single bound, pushing him down to the floor on hands and knees and then crushing him even further so his face was pressed against the cold concrete.

Lorien felt the wolf’s jaws on the back of his neck, long canines putting pressure on his skin and vertebrae. His mind flashed to a wound he had received months ago, arguably the wound that had set so many of these events in motion. Without the wound, there was no Chauvelin. There was no Ivan. There was nothing besides Maddox toying with another criminal human. The wound to Lorien’s neck had changed the royal landscape of the city forever.

That night, his throat had been ripped out. He had been frightened and alone and more angry than he’d ever been. Now he found himself once more crouched on the floor, dangerous teeth so close to the same place. He wanted so badly to be brave, but that intense flash of memory was too powerful to allow anything so high functioning as bravery.

He came leaping up with a shout of fright, dashing away from the wolf with vampiric speed, putting a great deal of distance between them before he came to a halt at the foot of the stairs.

There was no longer a wolf. There was only a tattooed naked man standing in the kitchen.