Текст книги "Alasdair"

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ALASDAIR BACKED AWAY from Leo before he did something stupid. Stupid as in tear his clothes off and fuck him against the bathroom wall. 

When Leo had barged into Thanos’s room earlier, Alasdair had thought he’d imagined him. He’d been thinking of him, and then, like some kind of warped apparition, he’d appeared. But when Vasilios and the others had also noticed him, Alasdair had known he was real.

Real and about to be very dead if he hadn’t been able to hold Vasilios off.

As soon as Leo had fled the room, Alasdair’s mind had gone into overdrive trying to think of ways to stave off the homicidal urge coursing through his sire. His best bet, as far as he’d seen, had been the promise to do it himself.

Leo was a threat to him and everyone he knew, but the thought of being the one to end his life troubled Alasdair more than he cared to admit. He’d pushed that aside, though, and swore to Vasilios that, by dawn, Leonidas Chapel would be dead.

“I know you don’t want to do this.”

Leo’s voice cut into his thoughts, and the conviction in those words would’ve amused him several days ago. But the truth of the matter was, Leo was right—he didn’t want to do this.

Two hands on his back shoved at him, trying to get some kind of a reaction. Alasdair was too quick for him, though, and he pivoted to grasp one of Leo’s wrists. He yanked Leo inside the shower with him, and the wet material of his clothes stuck to Alasdair’s naked chest, cock, and thighs. Then Alasdair closed his eyes and brought Leo’s arm up to his nose to take the scent of him deep into his lungs.

As appealing as ever, Leo’s blood called to him, and Alasdair rubbed his shaft over the soaked fabric of Leo’s pants. He’d wanted this man since the first night he’d seen him, and Alasdair wasn’t sure if that was due to who Leo was or what he was—and that galled him as much as his inability to let him go.

The rapid pounding of Leo’s heart was steady and strong, and it made him long to taste the blood pulsing through his veins. But that urge would get him killed, and he happened to be fond of his immortality, which, up until recently, he’d never thought to question.

“If you were going to kill me,” Leo whispered, “you would’ve done it already.”

Alasdair muscled him back to the wall of the tiled shower. Leo’s ass hit it first and then his shoulder blades before he lifted his head and his light eyes collided with his.

“I’m biding my time,” he said. “I have until dawn.” Then he watched in fascination as Leo’s tongue came out to swipe at the moisture that’d gathered on his lower lip.

“Until dawn?” Leo asked, and Alasdair found the tremble in his voice extremely arousing. “Then what? You turn into a pumpkin?”

Leaning in until their noses touched, Alasdair whispered, “No. Then, if I don’t do it, Vasilios will.”

When Leo’s mouth fell open, Alasdair knew he was done denying his hunger—the sexual one, anyway. If he only had until dawn, then he was going to take Leo any way he could get him.

He swooped in and pressed their lips together. When Leo’s hands clutched at his biceps, Alasdair thought he was about to push him away, but he didn’t. He groaned into his mouth instead and bucked his hips forward.

Yes. Let me in, Leonidas, he shoved into Leo’s head, and once Leo’s eyes had shut and he’d replied, Yes, Alasdair thrust his tongue between his lips.

LEO WAITED FOR that inevitable moment when the light would come. When a memory would hit and he would be torn away from the sinful pleasure of Alasdair devouring his mouth. But when nothing happened, he pushed aside past experiences, forgot what he’d been told of his future, and held on to the muscles pressing him against the tiles here and now.

It felt unbelievable to be at the mercy of this male. Alasdair’s body was like granite. Literally hard as a stone all over, and just as cool. His hair was slicked back off his face, and the water sluiced from his dark head over his high cheekbones to trail down his neck. He was stunning, and even if he was the angel of death calling on him this final night of his life, Leo couldn’t find it in him to care.

When Alasdair took a step back and lifted his head, his fangs appeared, and all Leo could think was, deadly…he’s so fucking deadly, but so damn hot. He stepped forward from the wall, determined to touch what would inevitably kill him. He wanted to trace the polished surfaces of his canines and then run the pad of his finger over the pointed tips.

The growl that rumbled from Alasdair’s throat made Leo aware that he was just fine with the idea running through his mind.

As he continued making his way towards him, he thought, Yeah, come on, Alasdair. I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.

He’d decided to go with what he was feeling. And right now, he was aroused and fascinated with the male watching him.

As Alasdair ran his tongue along his teeth, Leo’s hardened cock wept. Alasdair’s eyes lit up like someone had flicked on a switch, and Leo had to clench his hands into fists by his sides. This beast of a man was focused entirely on him, and the light-headed rush he got from that was a high unlike he’d ever experienced.

Alasdair had been right. When under his spell, a person wouldn’t mind being hooked up and fucked up by him.

Leo let his eyes trail down the tense vampire, and when he reached Alasdair’s stiff erection, he couldn’t help pressing a palm to his own dick.

What the hell. You only live once…right? 

“If I’m to die in the morning,” Leo said, taking another step until the water was hitting them both. “I want you to take me as you would your,”—What did they call it again? Ah yes— “yielding for the night. The kind with the handcuff. Not the collar.”

Alasdair shook his head, and Leo knew that his meaning had gotten through. Then the vampire backed up faster than Leo had expected.

“No.”

“Yes,” he said, empowered by the conflict warring on Alasdair’s face.

“No. And I don’t have to wait until dawn to do what must be done. So do not mistake me for the bargaining kind.”

Leo reached for his shirt and pulled it from his pants, the soaked material peeling away from his skin. “Then why wait?”

“Leonidas—”

“Yes, Alasdair?” It was strange. The more confidence he showed, the more it seemed as if doubt were creeping into Alasdair’s mind. And Leo knew why. He didn’t trust himself around him. He didn’t trust himself to be able to resist the urge to feed.

“Ti mou kanis? I should just end it now,” Alasdair said, his eyes narrowing on him, and as Leo unbuttoned his jeans he nodded in agreement.

“You could. Or you could fuck me like you have been wanting to since you first saw me. Se thelo tora. I’m not stupid. In fact, I’m extremely smart. Do you think I don’t know you want it as much as I do—”

Before another word could leave his mouth, Alasdair gripped his shoulders, and Leo suddenly found himself naked and back in the bedroom they’d vacated, flat on his back in that massive bed.

“Well, that’s handy. You even dried me off.”

When Alasdair lowered his head, Leo shut his mouth. The tip of Alasdair’s tongue touched the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and then he nuzzled his nose into the crook and inhaled.

“You are right, file mou. I’ve never wanted to feed from someone as much as I want to from you.” The confession was tormented as Alasdair’s nose brushed up his neck, and when a fang grazed his lobe, Leo arched his head away, giving Alasdair a view of what he wanted most. “But you will not fool me. I may want to taste you, but I remember what happened the last time I sank my teeth into your neck. So perhaps you are right.” He pressed his entire weight against him, and every muscle, including that thick erection, aligned with his. “I will sink my cock inside you instead.”

ALASDAIR ROCKED HIS hips over Leo’s, and when he groaned and arched his body up, he moved down to nip at his shoulder.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? I can smell it on you now. Your arousal, it’s delectable.”

“Oh fuck,” Leo moaned, but the sound was muffled.

Alasdair lifted his head and gazed down into the lust-filled eyes staring back at him. “What was that?”

Leo punched his hips back up with more force, and this time his words were crystal clear. “I said, ‘Oh fuck.’”

The powerful arousal mixing with Leo’s natural scent made Alasdair’s hunger intensify, and he snarled like a wild dog at the pissed tone of Leo’s curse.

“How very true. We’re so fucked. But it’s too late to turn back now,” he admitted, and then he let go to kneel between Leo’s legs.

When Leo spread his naked thighs farther apart for him, Alasdair fisted his cock as he took in the feast splayed out on his bed. Then he reminded himself not to get used to it. It could only be this once. Just this night. And the only craving that would be satisfied was the one he was currently stroking. Not the one in the pit of his stomach.

Alasdair knew the only way he could do this was to keep Leo’s hands off him, so he shifted down and pinned the man’s hands over his head. Then he grazed the entire length of his body against the writhing one under him.

“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and when you finally close your eyes, you will welcome the relief I will give to you,” he promised.

Leo’s eyes flashed at him, and the fire Alasdair saw there made him want to pound him into the mattress. He had to give the man points—he was always courageous, even when faced with his own demise.

Then Leo wrapped his legs around his waist and replied, “Let’s deal with that in the—”

Alasdair didn’t let him finish. He was done listening. And instead, he crushed their mouths together.

GODDAMN IT ALASDAIR can kiss, Leo thought as his tongue tangled with the sexy-as-fuck vampire’s. He thrust and tangled with him, playful and forceful at the same time, and when Leo lifted his head from the pillow to get a better taste, one of Alasdair’s hands came under his head to hold him in place.

Leo sucked on his tongue, reveling in the deep moan that left the male weighing him down. The unreal pressure of Alasdair over him gave him something to rub his dick on as it made a sticky trail all over Alasdair’s taut stomach.

When Alasdair removed his other hand to crowd down over him, Leo had no choice but to lie still as his dark angel trapped him against the bed. Alasdair’s eyes glowed back at him before he dragged a tongue along his jaw, and Leo thought he would come right then.

“You need to stay still. Or this will be over before you feel my cock where you most want it.”

The sensual words had Leo’s breath coming in a desperate pant, but he made sure to keep his eyes on Alasdair when he replied, “Can’t control yourself? I’m disappointed. I was sure someone as old as you would last longer than five minutes.”

He wasn’t sure, but he could’ve sworn Alasdair’s lips twitched. However, he was too busy keeping an eye on the lethal teeth only inches from his face.

“You have a smart tongue, Leonidas. I wonder if it’s as talented as it is talkative.”

Leo’s cock pulsated against Alasdair’s as the implication of those words formed an image in his head.

“You also have a very detailed imagination. And a high opinion of your skill.”

When Alasdair nipped at his ear, Leo’s breath hitched, and then he asked, “Is that a bad thing?” He then purposely imagined, in great detail, Alasdair on his back and him sucking the hard cock he could feel against his own. He wanted nothing more than for Alasdair to slide inside his mouth and along his tongue. But before he could request it, their positions were reversed, and Alasdair had a hand on his shoulder, urging him down his body.

“No. It’s not a bad thing if it proves to be accurate.”

Leo looked at the devilishly handsome face daring him to put his money—Huh—where his mouth would soon be and smirked. He’d never had a complaint before.

 He slid down the solid body under him, making sure to drag his aching cock over every inch, until he settled between Alasdair’s solid thighs.

He pressed his erection against the mattress, trying to hold off the orgasm threatening, but when Alasdair raised his legs to plant his feet flat on the bed, Leo thought he might explode.

Only inches from his face was the most spectacular sight he’d ever seen, and soon, his mouth would be all over it. He could see every inch of Alasdair’s cock, balls and ass, and if Leo had thought he was the perfect example of a male specimen before, he was now fucking positive men had been designed after him.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered.

And when an arrogant, “I know,” met his ears, Leo smiled despite himself.

Yeah, usually, that kind of god complex irked the hell out of him, but in this two-thousand-year-old’s case, it was fucking justified.

Leo placed his hands on the inside of Alasdair’s thighs, and when he angled his head and swiped his tongue across his balls, the groan that met his ears was like a fucking symphony. He did it again, and when Alasdair pushed his pelvis close to his face, Leo continued to tongue his sac.

He thought Alasdair’s skin would be cool like his hands had been. But he should’ve known better, because just as the vampire’s tongue was a warm pleasure point, the tight balls, which were heavy and taut, were hot to the touch. It was as if, when turned on, Alasdair’s temperature rose, and the thought of literally making him hot had Leo’s desire skyrocketing.

He nuzzled his face in closer and drew his tongue up the underside of Alasdair’s cock. Then he traced the veins he’d fantasized about, and when he got to the tip, he raised his eyes and saw that Alasdair’s had changed to black.

Oh fuck, what does that mean? He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Alasdair widened his legs and told him, “They change with heightened emotions. Which usually leads to one of two things. The desire to kill and feed or…”

Leo wrapped his fingers around the base of Alasdair’s cock. “Or…”

“The desire to fuck.”

Leo dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit inches from his lips and then blew his warm breath over it. If this was to truly be his last moment in life, then, hell, he was going to make it count.

“Let’s go with option number two.”

ALASDAIR WATCHED LEO lower his lips down his shaft and tried to rationalize what the fuck he thought he was doing.

He could see the blond hair between his thighs and knew he shouldn’t continue, but when Leo’s lips tightened around him, there was no way he was going to stop.

He’d wanted this man for weeks now, and he’d been denying himself over and over. First the urge to feed, knowing what it would do to him, and then the desire to fornicate. To fuck Leo so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

And why? Because he hadn’t known what Leo was. That wasn’t the case now. Or was it? Did he really have any more answers than he’d had earlier? Or merely his own suspicions?

Something fucked up happened whenever Leo disappeared into his dream state. The human was learning things about him and Vasilios that could potentially threaten their very existence. But still, he didn’t know anything more about who Leo was. And wasn’t that the whole reason Vasilios had been upset over having lost Stratos as a valuable source? Why would he want to kill Leo? What could be more valuable than one sent to end them?

Yes…that’s what I need to tell him. That’s how he’d convince Vasilios to spare him.

The idea planted itself as his instincts urged him not to continue down this treacherous path. But it was no use. The lure of the flesh, of the immoral things he wanted to do to the man he’d become consumed with, were too strong.

His desire to push inside Leo’s body and mind would not be denied. And when he shoved into Leo’s thoughts and saw him imagining the same, Alasdair pulled his cock free of the lips surrounding him.

Get on your hands and knees. When Leo shifted to the desired position and looked over his shoulder, Alasdair added, Se thelo.

He moved so he was between Leo’s legs, and then he bent down and scraped the tip of his fang over the curve of Leo’s ass before soothing the sting with his tongue. Leo sighed and Alasdair saw his head arch back so his neck was stretched nice and long in sensual invitation.

Needing to distract himself, Alasdair traced his fingers up the shadowed line of Leo’s crack then gripped the firm flesh of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He bit back a groan when Leo’s tight hole came into view, right before he dragged a hot, wet trail over it with his tongue.

Leo cursed his name, and when he reached under himself to curl his fingers around his cock, Alasdair flicked his tongue over the small pucker a second time. The unholy cry that filled his chamber made Alasdair’s fingers tighten, and the powerful taste of Leo on his tongue had him diving back in, deeper. He was determined to have this man writhing in his bed before he fucked him through it.

“Kialo,” Leo demanded in Greek, and Alasdair just about lost it.

He nipped at the sensitive skin and then ran his tongue along the dark crevice again, flirting with the puckered opening.

“I need something in me,” Leo confessed as he dropped his forehead to the pillow.

Alasdair brought a finger up to where his tongue was teasing and slowly pushed the tip against Leo’s body. When he shoved back, chasing his long digit, Alasdair pressed it firmer against his hole.

Is this what you want, Leonidas? And as he shoved the thought into Leo’s mind, he entered him with his finger.

The pillow under Leo trapped his moan, but when Alasdair went to remove his finger, he raised his head and managed, “Yes. That. Ksana. I want more of that.”

Loving the sound of his native language coming out of Leo’s mouth, Alasdair decided to give his human what he had asked for. He slid his finger back inside and sucked the stretched skin that was widening for his entry. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in its place, and when he added a second and third finger and Leo started to fuck them like he was ready for a dick, Alasdair was more than happy to give it to him.

Removing his hand, he moved up to crowd over him, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Leo’s . “You always surprise me. You like my fangs against your flesh, don’t you, file mou?”

Leo’s heart raced at the observation.

Alasdair chuckled. “That’s a resounding yes. Your body gives you away. Your cock, your heartbeat, the flush covering this creamy skin of yours. It all tells me you’re dying for it. And really, you are, aren’t you? Never more so than tonight.”

As his words taunted the man under him, Alasdair felt an ache of his own, and it had nothing to do with the straining flesh between his legs.

No. His words, relaying death and the end for this human, didn’t satisfy him as they usually would’ve. But before he could think any more on it, Leo shocked the hell out of him by rolling beneath him so he was flat on his back again and spreading his legs.

“You want to fuck me? Then shut up and fuck me. But you can look at me while you do it. You don’t get to forget my face once you’re done with me come sunrise.”

He wondered if Leo had any idea that, right then, he knew he’d never be able to forget his face—not if he lived for another two thousand years.

Alasdair rubbed their cocks together and let his eyes close, deciding that it was best to keep that information to himself. Then the hands he’d been determined to keep off his body grabbed his hips and pulled him down for a harder massage, and when Leo’s fingers moved over his ass to slip between his cheeks, Alasdair had to grit his teeth.

Once he got inside this man, he was going to bury himself there and             finally find release from this all-consuming craving. What he wasn’t sure of was what would happen when the sun rose, after which, all of this would end.

But for now, he had Leo under him, and Alasdair couldn’t help but reach down between them and encircle their cocks, stroking a firm fist up both their lengths. He grunted when Leo shoved his entire body up, gliding the underside of his dick along his own, the sensation so unbelievable, Leo had him a hair trigger away from coming all over him.

“Enough,” Alasdair finally rasped, not sure how much more he could take. “Especially when we both want my cock inside you.”

His fangs appeared at the words, and Leo’s eyes shifted to them, making Alasdair’s cock throb harder against the man. He could hear Leo’s pulse racing, and when he lowered his head, Alasdair goaded him.

“Do it.”

Leo’s eyes flew up to meet his as his body stilled under him, and then he raised a tentative hand. He traced the pad of his finger along Alasdair’s lower lip, and when he sucked on the tip of it, Leo brought his legs up to wrap them around his waist. Alasdair released his grip on the both of them and snaked his hand down to push his own finger against the hole he’d widened earlier.

Then he dared Leo again. “Do it.”

This time, Leo clutched his bicep, hauled himself up, and stroked his tongue over the pointed tip of his fang. Alasdair wanted to roar at the intense pleasure flooding his body, but instead, he withdrew his finger from Leo’s passage and thrust it back inside the man responsible for his intense need.

Leo shouted out a raw guttural sound as he swiped his tongue over his tooth once more. Alasdair had miscalculated that move though. He never would’ve allowed it had he known the raging hunger it would evoke. The clawing need now scratching its way free of its tightly controlled confines had his finger now working overtime to stretch Leo wider.

Leo moaned under him as he pressed their lips together harder, and when he added a second finger to the hole being thoroughly worked over, Alasdair lost his grip on his inner savage.

Leo’s eyes had shut and he’d let go of his arms to lie back and be used, and when he angled his head on the pillow and the vein in his neck pulsed, Alasdair told himself to get his cock in him or get the fuck out.

He yanked his hand back, his fingers slipping free, and Leo reached down between his legs to start feverishly tugging his cock. A low groan left Leo when Alasdair hooked his legs behind the knees and pushed them back, and when the head of his dick nudged Leo’s tight entrance, his slate eyes locked with his and his mind screamed at Alasdair, Tora.

LEO CLOSED HIS eyes, hoping it would help to hold off the orgasm teetering on the edge. He wasn’t sure why he was slipping in and out of English, but every time he did, the reaction from Alasdair was unreal. His muscles bunched and he looked like he wanted to sink his cock inside him and never leave.

When Alasdair had dared him to run his tongue over those deadly weapons in his mouth, nothing could’ve stopped him. The sharp prick of them against his tongue and the fingers Alasdair had been shoving in and out of him had made it close to impossible for him to hold back his orgasm. But when Alasdair hiked his legs up and thrust inside him so hard his entire body shifted up the mattress, Leo was thankful he’d fucking waited.

The thick cock that was pistoning in and out of him filled him so well that he thought he might taste it on his tongue when Alasdair came. As it was, the male staring down at him was as frightening as he was appealing.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were black with desire as his pace intensified. Then he bared his teeth to him, and Leo had never been more turned on in his life.

He knew that this vampire, that Alasdair, could and would likely kill him, but right then, as he looked up at him, he’d never seen anything more awe inspiring.

He tugged and pulled at his cock as Alasdair withdrew from him and then shoved home with another forceful thrust, and when Alasdair did it again, Leo’s lips parted and a cry left his mouth.

Holy fucking hell. He’d figured Alasdair would be good at this. The guy had had over a couple thousand years to practice. But the smooth, solid strokes he continued to deliver into his ass had Leo’s hole clinging to that wide intruder every time Alasdair pulled his hips back.

Leo squeezed his eyes shut, and for one sex-crazed moment, he imagined what it would be like if Alasdair were to lean down over him, plow back inside him, and sink those sharp-as-fuck teeth into his vein.

It was insane to wish he could be taken that way. Insane to wish he were normal and not a threat to the being who was so thoroughly fucking him. But in a way, Leo felt denied part of this experience.

He’d said that he wanted to be Alasdair’s yielding. He wanted to be fucked and fed on by this male so completely dominating him, but he never could be, because he wasn’t—

Human. 

Alasdair’s voice slipped inside him and had Leo’s eyes flicking open.

HE WANTED IT. Fuck, yes, he did. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the creamy skin of Leo’s neck. The urge, the hunger—they were riding him as hard as he was riding the body bucking underneath him.

Leo’s muscles strained against his own, and the strength in him was a surprise. He hadn’t expected the man to be a match for him—but he was.

He was raw, uninhibited, and demanding, and when Leo moaned in ecstasy, a hot jet of sticky fluid exploded between them, landing on his stomach and chest.

Alasdair squeezed his eyes shut. Another thing Leo was—irresistible.

“O̱ theé mou.”

He’d tried. He’d fought against every instinct he’d had to go to Leo. But as the man took him inside his body, Alasdair’s control was slipping.

He shook his head and battled against the desire.

“Open your eyes,” Leo demanded underneath him, tightening his legs around Alasdair’s waist. “If you’re imagining my death while you’re inside me, the least you can do is look at me.”

“I’m not,” Alasdair snarled at him, shocked when Leo’s lips curved into a devilish grin.

Oh, he likes when I snap at him, does he?

Alasdair lowered himself down until the sticky evidence of how much Leo had liked it slicked over his skin. Still hard and lodged inside Leo’s hot hole, Alasdair swiped his tongue over the come marking Leo’s skin. Leo’s body vibrated against him, and he bit the hardened tip of his nipple. Alasdair then drew his hips back and gave a swift, sharp jab of them, plowing his cock back into Leo’s waiting body.

“Oh fuck, Alasdair.”

He groaned at the breathless curse and then said, “You like to risk your life, don’t you, Leonidas?”

When Leo tilted his head and scraped his teeth along the stubble lining his jaw, Alasdair froze as he heard, “You can’t risk something that’s no longer yours to control.”

Leo’s words repeated inside his mind, and he started to pull out, only to have Leo threaten him.

“Don’t you dare,” he told him fiercely. “Don’t you dare grow a conscience now. Not with me. I won’t believe it.”

Alasdair narrowed his eyes on the mystery beneath him.

“That’s right. I’ve seen you, remember? I’ve seen you do the most atrocious things, yet, for some reason I can’t explain, I want you more than I want to live to see tomorrow. So don’t you dare think you can take my life without giving me that. Without letting me see how much you wanted me too.” Leo paused and then invited softly, “Come. Come inside me. I want to watch you when you do.”

Alasdair surged back inside him and put his lips to Leo’s ear. “What are you? Some kind of spell weaver?”

“I keep telling you. I don’t know,” he replied.

Alasdair pulled out, and Leo moaned at the loss. When he thrust back into him and Leo’s fingers dug into his shoulders, Alasdair buried his nose in the crook of his neck and closed his eyes. As his hips moved, he gnashed his teeth together in an effort to keep them from Leo’s flesh. His climax was gripping his balls like a tight fist, and when Leo reared up and bit the side of his neck, it was all over.

Alasdair’s shout was loud, his orgasm explosive, and the scrape of his brave human’s teeth down the length of his throat had his come filling his tight little hole—just as Leo had requested. He couldn’t remember a release such as this in a long time.

Silence filled the room. It was so heavy and thick that it was suffocating as Alasdair remained nestled inside Leo, half hard.

“Let me go,” Leo pleaded, so softly Alasdair barely heard him.

“Stamata,” he demanded, lifting his head to stare into the eyes that had captured him the first time he’d seen them. “Stop asking for what I can’t give.”

“Why? Why can’t you give it? Just vanish us out of here. You’ve done it before.”

Alasdair blinked down at him, shocked that, for one second, he’d contemplated doing that. “What you want. It can never be. This… You… You have been given to me, but only for a short time—” Alasdair stopped talking as Leo grabbed his arms and pulled himself up so their lips touched.

His tongue traced over his top lip, and when a shudder racked through Alasdair’s body, Leo asked, “Why? Why can’t I be like all the others? And be yours? I know you want that also.”

He did want that. Fuck, and he’d never wanted it before.

He could see himself with this human. He could see many nights in his bed, many years with him as his yielding. But he couldn’t have it.

Not ever.

“You are a threat to me. I cannot have you close. I shouldn’t have had you at all.”

“No,” Leo denied adamantly. “I’m not a threat. I’m just me.”

“Yes. And your blood—it will kill me. You can kill me. I’m over two thousand years old. Think about that, Leonidas.”

Leo shoved at his shoulders, but it was no use. He couldn’t dislodge him.

“I don’t understand any of this,” he said, his eyes flashing with confused anger. “Not you, not these dreams, and not the stupid fucking voice telling me I was created for some higher purpose. I didn’t want any of this.”

“What voice?” Alasdair demanded, pushing him back to the bed. He pinned him there with his unyielding grip, and Leo moaned when the cock inside him shifted.

“I don’t know,” he grit out between clenched teeth.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, file mou.” Alasdair’s eyes moved to the tongue that darted out to moisten Leo’s lower lip.

“I know. But I’m not lying. At the end of the last vision I had, someone told me I was created to end you. Me? Which is ridiculous. Don’t you see? If I were a threat, why would I tell you all of this? I thought I was just a normal human—”