Page 20 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)

Lazaar

Lazaar stood outside Zepharali’s bedchamber doors, his heart pounding like a double-headed drum, his hands too damp to twist the knob.

Wet from nerves, not from the oils he’d been slathered in.

A second later, two identical, attractive men opened Zepharali’s doors, lust and charm oozing off them. They smelled of sex and faintly of his titan.

Lazaar hissed, showing his fangs before he had a chance to control it. The men jerked backward and into each other’s arms.

Lazaar slammed his hand over his mouth.

“I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He shook the rage of jealousy from his mind. “I apologize. I thought…”

Zepharali watched him from the other side of the large room, an expression of intrigue and perhaps joy on his handsome face.

Lazaar was put into a trance at the sight of the titan’s exposed chest and throat beneath his floor-length royal blue silk robe and loose trousers.

Unable to stand still another moment, Lazaar bypassed the two men, not sparing them another glance, and went in the direction his core pulled him.

Zepharali met him halfway and opened his arms.

He fell into the embrace and buried his nose in his throat. Lazaar’s moan was unabashed and salacious as he took a deep breath, wanting to lick and bite at the intoxicating scent of honey clinging to his skin.

Zepharali wrapped his arms around his back and pulled him so close Lazaar could feel his heart beating in the same cadence as his own.

Confident hands roamed up and down the black satiny robe Lazaar had been dressed in and through his long black hair, igniting sparks in every nerve.

His beloved dipped his head and buried his nose in it, releasing a rumbling purr that went straight to Lazaar’s cock.

“Mmm, Sophir did your hair, didn’t she?”

Lazaar blinked the haze from his mind and tried to focus on the question and the name of one of his many attendants…but he couldn’t.

“You look exquisite.” Zepharali rubbed his stubbled cheek over Lazaar’s temple and down his face, stopping with his lips so close to his own.

He wanted to dive on him. He wanted to sink his fangs into the vein throbbing on the right side of his beloved’s neck and drink until he was drunk.

Lazaar moaned in absolute agony as his hunger skyrocketed and threatened to consume him.

“My lord, please,” he begged.

He was embarrassed by his stone-hard cock digging into Zepharali’s lower thigh but too ravenous to care.

“You will never have to plead for anything, my dark prince.” Zepharali cupped the back of his head and guided Lazaar’s mouth to his throat. “Satisfy your thirst.”

Lazaar trembled. He was so anxious to bite, but what if Zepharali didn’t like it? What if it hurt?

His guardian had said the natural elixir in his fangs could make it beyond pleasurable if he pushed some sensual energy while he fed.

“Bite,” Zepharali growled, pressing Lazaar’s lips harder against his jugular. “Take as much as you need.”

Lazaar first licked the supple skin, his fangs fully extended. He opened wide and pierced the soft flesh, making his cock leak for the first time in his life.

He just remembered to think erotic thoughts as he drew his first mouthful of warm, nourishing blood. Lazaar had been unsure of how it would be. If it would be tart, metallic, or worse, disgusting.

Lazaar swallowed his first taste and almost lost his mind. He’d never had anything so sweet. It was a combination of his favorite piece of fruit, pastry, and dessert. But it was the sweet honey undertones that sent him spiraling toward the heavens.

Zepharali’s long moan, the jolt of his hips, and erratic breaths could not be mistaken for anything but pleasure.

Lazaar’s vision glazed over as he pulled again and again on his beloved’s life-giving energy, not forgetting to think of the sexiness of his feeding. Of his titan satisfying his starvation.

“Mmm, yes. More, take more,” Zepharali shivered, grinding his thick cock into Lazaar’s abdomen.

He wanted more of that too. Lazaar wanted to grind on top of Zepharali, like his daughter showed him on her wife.

He needed to figure out how to feed and do that simultaneously.