funny?”
“I… Nothing.”
“What?” Alasdair growled and shoved his face in close.
“ You ,” he stressed, poking a finger against Alasdair’s chest. “You’re funny. You’re such a badass, right? But I was on that bed with you. And I was there when you told Vasilios I’d done nothing to deserve dying. You don’t want me dead. But you don’t admit it.”
Alasdair didn’t react at all. Didn’t flinch, didn’t move a damn muscle. He reminded Leo of one of those stone statues. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he said, “Wait here. We leave in five minutes.”
AS ALASDAIR DRESSED, he tried to decide how to proceed with the infuriating man waiting on him. He hadn’t expected to deal with him at all after having spent the evening inside him. However, now that his and Vasilios’s scent was all over Leo’s body, it was all he could do not to fuck him every time he walked by.
He ground his teeth together as he recalled the way it’d felt to have Leo kneeling between him and his sire. If he’d thought taking him on his own was hazardous to his well-being, then watching Vasilios lust after him was like waiting for a fucking bomb to detonate. He was never sure if Vasilios was about to snap Leo’s neck or suck the man to an orgasm. It was hard to tell with the Ancient.
However, that didn’t stop Alasdair from wanting it all. He wanted that union. That full-on, uninterrupted mating between the three of them. And, with Leo’s enhanced attributes, he was now in a position to give as good as he would take. Alasdair had no trouble imagining taking that man over and over again, either.
But not now.
He’d been given instructions. Vasilios had been clear. No touching until they returned with Isadora.
He walked back out, dressed head to toe in black boots, pants, and a shirt, as Leo was rolling his sleeves up.
“So, what exactly is the plan once we find Elias and your cousin? Hey? Is she really your cousin?”
Alasdair crossed his arms. “We are to bring them back here to the lair. Isadora is weak. You can see it in Diomêdês. She doesn’t have much time. The human male is to be brought back and dealt with accordingly.”
“But not killed.”
Alasdair only stared at Leo, who was watching him with some kind of expectation in his eyes. If he thought he was going to protect this Elias, he needed to give way to that delusion and fast.
“The likelihood that he will live is slim.”
“But you promised—”
“I promised nothing.” Alasdair grabbed the jacket he’d tossed over his recliner. “That human almost killed Thanos, which in turn would’ve—” He stopped short of the major admission.
“Would’ve what?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged into his jacket and shoved his hands into the pockets. “We must leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you—”
Alasdair flashed over to where Leo was standing. “You are testing my patience, Leonidas.”
“Too bad,” Leo said. “I almost died tonight, and every night for the past couple of weeks. So the least you can do is fucking tell me what I’m handing my friend over for.”
Alasdair wasn’t about to tell Leo that, if Thanos died, Eton, his Ancient, would also. That would be all that would come from their deaths though. Unlike Vasilios and Diomêdês, there were no other vampires tied to Eton’s lineage. If the other two Ancients were to die, however, every vampire that had their blood running through their veins would perish also.
Then again, maybe that had been part of Vasilios’s plan all along. Tying Leo to them would be genius. He wouldn’t be able to kill them without ending his own life.
Hmm. So what if he did have that knowledge? The human had been self-sacrificing, but would he really take it that far?
“This conversation is over.”
“Then I’m not leaving,” Leo announced.
Alasdair reached for him, and when Leo vanished out of his grip and over to the opposite side of the room,
“I… Nothing.”
“What?” Alasdair growled and shoved his face in close.
“ You ,” he stressed, poking a finger against Alasdair’s chest. “You’re funny. You’re such a badass, right? But I was on that bed with you. And I was there when you told Vasilios I’d done nothing to deserve dying. You don’t want me dead. But you don’t admit it.”
Alasdair didn’t react at all. Didn’t flinch, didn’t move a damn muscle. He reminded Leo of one of those stone statues. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he said, “Wait here. We leave in five minutes.”
AS ALASDAIR DRESSED, he tried to decide how to proceed with the infuriating man waiting on him. He hadn’t expected to deal with him at all after having spent the evening inside him. However, now that his and Vasilios’s scent was all over Leo’s body, it was all he could do not to fuck him every time he walked by.
He ground his teeth together as he recalled the way it’d felt to have Leo kneeling between him and his sire. If he’d thought taking him on his own was hazardous to his well-being, then watching Vasilios lust after him was like waiting for a fucking bomb to detonate. He was never sure if Vasilios was about to snap Leo’s neck or suck the man to an orgasm. It was hard to tell with the Ancient.
However, that didn’t stop Alasdair from wanting it all. He wanted that union. That full-on, uninterrupted mating between the three of them. And, with Leo’s enhanced attributes, he was now in a position to give as good as he would take. Alasdair had no trouble imagining taking that man over and over again, either.
But not now.
He’d been given instructions. Vasilios had been clear. No touching until they returned with Isadora.
He walked back out, dressed head to toe in black boots, pants, and a shirt, as Leo was rolling his sleeves up.
“So, what exactly is the plan once we find Elias and your cousin? Hey? Is she really your cousin?”
Alasdair crossed his arms. “We are to bring them back here to the lair. Isadora is weak. You can see it in Diomêdês. She doesn’t have much time. The human male is to be brought back and dealt with accordingly.”
“But not killed.”
Alasdair only stared at Leo, who was watching him with some kind of expectation in his eyes. If he thought he was going to protect this Elias, he needed to give way to that delusion and fast.
“The likelihood that he will live is slim.”
“But you promised—”
“I promised nothing.” Alasdair grabbed the jacket he’d tossed over his recliner. “That human almost killed Thanos, which in turn would’ve—” He stopped short of the major admission.
“Would’ve what?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged into his jacket and shoved his hands into the pockets. “We must leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you—”
Alasdair flashed over to where Leo was standing. “You are testing my patience, Leonidas.”
“Too bad,” Leo said. “I almost died tonight, and every night for the past couple of weeks. So the least you can do is fucking tell me what I’m handing my friend over for.”
Alasdair wasn’t about to tell Leo that, if Thanos died, Eton, his Ancient, would also. That would be all that would come from their deaths though. Unlike Vasilios and Diomêdês, there were no other vampires tied to Eton’s lineage. If the other two Ancients were to die, however, every vampire that had their blood running through their veins would perish also.
Then again, maybe that had been part of Vasilios’s plan all along. Tying Leo to them would be genius. He wouldn’t be able to kill them without ending his own life.
Hmm. So what if he did have that knowledge? The human had been self-sacrificing, but would he really take it that far?
“This conversation is over.”
“Then I’m not leaving,” Leo announced.
Alasdair reached for him, and when Leo vanished out of his grip and over to the opposite side of the room,
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