Becomes the Rose by Pelaam Page A

the motions working to arouse him beyond coherent thought.
    Their gazes locked as Boyce’s eyes seemed to bore into his soul. Slowly, Boyce released Tarin’s hard shaft from his mouth, exquisite torture. With a last, slow, deliberate lick from root to tip of Tarin’s erection, Boyce lifted his head from the engorged flesh and knelt up between the wantonly spread legs. He seemed to drink in the sight of Tarin; aroused, desperate, needy, his body open and ripe to plunder. Tarin was not above begging for the return of his lover’s touches, if only he could find the voice to speak.
    Boyce knelt, looking down at the bountiful, erotic feast offered to him, and Tarin thought he’d never been more aroused. His vampire reached to stroke his own member and then coated it with the same oil he’d used when preparing Tarin. As Tarin watched, Boyce gave a wide, sultry smile and the younger man moaned, licking over suddenly dry lips.
    Torn between the loss of the hot, wet mouth and anticipation of what was to come, Tarin spread his legs even wider, inviting the older man into his body.
    “Please, Boyce,” Tarin cried as a third finger pressed inside, twisting with each thrust into his eager channel. “Now, please.”
    The wicked smile on Boyce’s lips thrilled Tarin, and he panted as the older man positioned himself between his trembling legs. Tarin writhed as Boyce’s hands ran along the soft, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, fingers reaching higher and higher until they reached his groin. One hand slipped below to teasingly stroke over Tarin’s glistening portal, and Tarin shivered in delight. Then his lover paused, looking intently into Tarin’s eyes, and despite his arousal he knew Boyce was seeking the final affirmation.
    “Please, Boyce,” he said, his eyes pleading.
    Unable to take his eyes off his lover, Tarin watched as Boyce leaned forward, letting some of his weight rest across him before capturing Tarin’s lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue surged into Tarin’s mouth, pushing in and out, imitating the act to follow. Tarin could feel his vampire smile as he wrapped his legs around Boyce’s waist, impatiently urging him to complete their joining. Their lips reluctantly parted and Tarin sighed as Boyce’s mouth trailed down the side of his face. One hand now balanced his lover, and the other reached down to guide the vampire into position.
    “Tarin.” His lover’s voice was soft and gentle. “Tarin, my love, I want to be inside you. Will you let me come into you?”
    “ Yes , Boyce , yes ,” Tarin gasped eagerly . “ Take me , Boyce . ”
    Tarin heard a low growl as Boyce positioned himself against his entrance, towering over him. His hands were braced on his lover’s smooth, bare chest. Their eyes met; Tarin’s wide, almost desperate, and Boyce’s narrowed. Their gazes never wavered from each other as his vampire slowly and steadily entered Tarin. As he felt Boyce sink into his tight, hot sheath, Tarin smiled.
    “You… make me…”
    The words were spoken in a deep, sensual groan, the sound of which was so erotic Tarin thought he would come from that alone.
    “Complete.”
    With a choked sound of joy, Tarin reached to hold Boyce’s shoulders. This was where he belonged, and Tarin would soon belong to Boyce for eternity.
    Remembering to breathe deeply and calmly, Tarin let his body slowly relax around the large, hard shaft impaling him. He was unable to prevent a groan as Boyce slid deeper. His lover stopped a moment, pulled back, and pushed forward again. This time, his lover’s movement buried him to the hilt and Tarin cried out as his prostate was pressed hard.
    As Boyce’s hard flesh fully breached his highly-stimulated body, Tarin arched up in response, almost missing the sharp prick of fangs as they penetrated his neck. He felt his heartbeat increase, thudding rapidly as adrenaline added to arousal. Feelings of elation coursed through him as, with each glide and hard, deep, possessive