going to… What’s the word you used back then? Ahh, that’s it. Court me.”
Leo pushed the final button through the hole and reached for the pants, but Alasdair was quicker. He held them in his hand and lowered his eyes over Leo’s body, which was reacting as though he’d stroked him.
“I don’t know what you think you are playing at, but you already made the deal, file mou . It’s too late to back out now.”
Leo snatched the pants from him and pulled them on. “Oh, I don’t want to back out of it. I want to be in between you and the big guy more than you know. But I won’t be the only one in that bed who doesn’t have the loyalty of the other two.” He zipped his pants and sat on the mattress. “I know I have a long way to go, but you will trust me, and so will he. You will also give me a reason to trust you. Up until now, it’s all been threats of death and torture. So it’s time—well, maybe not right now, but soon—for you to put in an effort. Do you remember what that’s like? Putting in an effort?”
“No,” he replied stoically.
“It’s about trust, Alasdair. Here. I’ll go first. Earlier, when I blacked out, that voice, the one who told me what I was here for…”
Alasdair waited for him to formulate his words.
“I heard it again.”
When Leo stood and stepped towards him, Alasdair asked, “What did he say?”
Leo’s eyes didn’t waver when he answered, “That you were all meant to die.”
ALASDAIR DEAD? THE notion seemed utterly implausible as Leo faced the vampire. He seemed invincible.
He waited for Alasdair to say something, but he hadn’t moved since Leo had spoken, and the silence was making him uncomfortable. Had he done the wrong thing by telling Alasdair what he’d heard?
He was about to step aside when, without warning, his mouth was taken in a blistering kiss. Alasdair’s fingers curled around his shoulders and pulled him forward as his tongue came out to flirt with his lower lip. Leo moved closer and ran his palms over Alasdair’s naked chest. Then he smoothed them up the back of his neck. He threaded his fingers through the dark strands of hair and twisted them, and the muffled grunt that left Alasdair was a total turn-on.
This was the first time they’d been alone since Vasilios had interrupted them hours earlier. And after having gone from their explosive first time together to drinking Vasilios’s blood, Leo felt like he was barreling from one high to the next.
Leo groaned when Alasdair thrust his erection against the one growing inside his pants, and when their tongues tangled his eyes fluttered shut. I don’t want you to die, Leo thought as he ran his hands down Alasdair’s back.
When the lips touching his curved and the sharp tip of a fang grazed his skin, Leo opened his eyes and pulled back to see Alasdair’s shining back at him. He then brushed the pad of his thumb across the spot he’d just nipped.
“And why’s that, file mou ?”
“Because I…”
As Alasdair dragged his thumb down, pulling Leo’s lips farther apart, Leo sighed.
“I’m still learning about you. Where you’re from, what you were like as a human. What you’ve seen over the years. It’s fascinating. You’re fascinating. I want to know how you felt when you were turned and what Vasilios means to you. Yes, I want to know that too.”
“You want an awful lot, Leonidas Chapel.”
Leo’s hand came up to tighten around Alasdair’s wrist, halting it there. “I want you. And I know you want me too. You said yes to him to save me. Admit it.”
“So sure, aren’t you? Perhaps I gave you to him as a gift for my disobedience.”
Leo grinned at Alasdair’s blatant lie and then dropped his hand. “Okay.”
As they stood there, Alasdair still wrapped in a sheet and him fully clothed, Leo waited for what would come next.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. If that’s what you want me to believe,” he said with a knowing smirk.
“What’s so
Leo pushed the final button through the hole and reached for the pants, but Alasdair was quicker. He held them in his hand and lowered his eyes over Leo’s body, which was reacting as though he’d stroked him.
“I don’t know what you think you are playing at, but you already made the deal, file mou . It’s too late to back out now.”
Leo snatched the pants from him and pulled them on. “Oh, I don’t want to back out of it. I want to be in between you and the big guy more than you know. But I won’t be the only one in that bed who doesn’t have the loyalty of the other two.” He zipped his pants and sat on the mattress. “I know I have a long way to go, but you will trust me, and so will he. You will also give me a reason to trust you. Up until now, it’s all been threats of death and torture. So it’s time—well, maybe not right now, but soon—for you to put in an effort. Do you remember what that’s like? Putting in an effort?”
“No,” he replied stoically.
“It’s about trust, Alasdair. Here. I’ll go first. Earlier, when I blacked out, that voice, the one who told me what I was here for…”
Alasdair waited for him to formulate his words.
“I heard it again.”
When Leo stood and stepped towards him, Alasdair asked, “What did he say?”
Leo’s eyes didn’t waver when he answered, “That you were all meant to die.”
ALASDAIR DEAD? THE notion seemed utterly implausible as Leo faced the vampire. He seemed invincible.
He waited for Alasdair to say something, but he hadn’t moved since Leo had spoken, and the silence was making him uncomfortable. Had he done the wrong thing by telling Alasdair what he’d heard?
He was about to step aside when, without warning, his mouth was taken in a blistering kiss. Alasdair’s fingers curled around his shoulders and pulled him forward as his tongue came out to flirt with his lower lip. Leo moved closer and ran his palms over Alasdair’s naked chest. Then he smoothed them up the back of his neck. He threaded his fingers through the dark strands of hair and twisted them, and the muffled grunt that left Alasdair was a total turn-on.
This was the first time they’d been alone since Vasilios had interrupted them hours earlier. And after having gone from their explosive first time together to drinking Vasilios’s blood, Leo felt like he was barreling from one high to the next.
Leo groaned when Alasdair thrust his erection against the one growing inside his pants, and when their tongues tangled his eyes fluttered shut. I don’t want you to die, Leo thought as he ran his hands down Alasdair’s back.
When the lips touching his curved and the sharp tip of a fang grazed his skin, Leo opened his eyes and pulled back to see Alasdair’s shining back at him. He then brushed the pad of his thumb across the spot he’d just nipped.
“And why’s that, file mou ?”
“Because I…”
As Alasdair dragged his thumb down, pulling Leo’s lips farther apart, Leo sighed.
“I’m still learning about you. Where you’re from, what you were like as a human. What you’ve seen over the years. It’s fascinating. You’re fascinating. I want to know how you felt when you were turned and what Vasilios means to you. Yes, I want to know that too.”
“You want an awful lot, Leonidas Chapel.”
Leo’s hand came up to tighten around Alasdair’s wrist, halting it there. “I want you. And I know you want me too. You said yes to him to save me. Admit it.”
“So sure, aren’t you? Perhaps I gave you to him as a gift for my disobedience.”
Leo grinned at Alasdair’s blatant lie and then dropped his hand. “Okay.”
As they stood there, Alasdair still wrapped in a sheet and him fully clothed, Leo waited for what would come next.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. If that’s what you want me to believe,” he said with a knowing smirk.
“What’s so
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