Chapter Twelve

H enry closed the door to his apartment and sagged against it. Two days without seeing Gray and he could feel the changes in his body. This was what he didn’t like about being mated to a vampire. And everything else as well. He wasn’t a booty call, and the sooner Gray realized that the better, because Henry was fed up.

Pushing away from the door, Henry rubbed his chest, something he’d been doing for the past day or so. His body wanted Gray, whether he wanted the vampire or not. And just that second, said vampire appeared.

Somehow Henry managed not to shout, but barely. Gray had his back to Henry, so Henry glared at him. When Gray turned, Henry blanked his expression. “Gray. So nice of you to appear. Without permission.” Henry walked past Gray and sat watching the vampire as he moved around his small living room.

“We need to talk.”

“Ah, those lovely words all people want to hear.”

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.” Gray straightened. “Would you like to go out for a meal?”

Henry’s eyebrows shot up. “A meal? Me and you? Together and in public?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” And now he had no idea what to say. Gray asking him out on a date was the last thing he ever thought he’d hear the vampire say. “Er, yeah, I guess.”

“Wow. I’m bowled over with your enthusiasm.”

“I’m surprised.” He rubbed his chest again and Gray sat next to him, taking one of Henry’s hands in his own. The instant their skin made contact, Henry’s body relaxed. “I hate how my body does that.”

“It has a similar effect on me.”

“It does?”

“To a lesser extent, but yes, it does.”

“Why are you being nice?” This new Gray kinda scared Henry. He was used to the sarcastic bastard who spat out orders, expecting Henry to agree.

“I’ve had time to think?”

“How’s the brain doing?”

Gray smiled softly, which surprised Henry. Again. “It worked overtime.”

“I bet it did, and why are you being all nice to me and not ordering me around?”

“This isn’t going to work if I—not we—if I don’t try. We’re mated for life. If we don’t talk about it and all the implications, then we get nowhere. I don’t want it to be a case where we hate each other but have to have sex. Can you imagine how that would be for us?”

There was no chance in hell Gray came up with that all on his own. “Who did you talk to?”

“Another mated vampire. He made me see some sense, as his mate puts it.”

“I think I like him and his mate.”

“They’re okay, I guess.”

“When?”

“When what?”

Henry rolled his eyes. “When are we going out for this meal?”

“Er… now?”

“I’ve just got in from work, so I’ll need a shower.”

“I can wash your back and we need to be close.”

“You want sex.” Henry didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted sex, too. With Gray. Wasn’t admitting that one either.

“That too.”

Chuckling softly, Henry smiled. “I think I like this version of Gray.”

Gray fidgeted on the sofa. “Let’s take it easy.”

Henry stood, surprised how much better he felt. Gray simply being there and holding his hand had helped to elevate some of the symptoms he’d been feeling.

He tugged on Gray’s hand and Gray stood, following Henry into the bathroom. Henry turned the shower on, ignoring Gray’s presence behind him, and stripped. Turning, he faced his mate and watched his eyes travel over Henry’s body, pausing at Henry’s visible erection.

Henry swallowed as Gray removed his own clothes, then moaned when Gray pulled him close and kissed him. It wasn’t the hard, demanding kiss that Henry expected. Soft lips flowed across Henry’s once, twice, then again until Henry leaned against Gray.

Gray’s tongue swiped across Henry’s bottom lip and Henry sighed as he opened his mouth and let Gray’s tongue slip inside. The kiss remained the same, soft and gentle, sliding touches that caused Henry to heat up inside and want more.

Gray maneuvered them toward the shower, and Henry gasped as he stepped under the warm spray. Gray’s hands slid around Henry’s back, moving up so his fingers could bury into Henry’s hair. Henry tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and sucked Gray’s tongue into his mouth.

No matter how angry this vampire made him feel, Henry couldn’t deny their mutual sexual attraction. Even when he wanted to, it was there, pulling him back to Gray. Clearly, Gray felt the same way, because he was here now, pushing Henry up against the wall and Henry went willingly.

Spreading his legs, Henry arched into Gray, moaning softly when Gray broke the kiss and nibbled his ear. Henry closed his eyes and let the sensations Gray created flow through his body. He was hard, and he wanted Gray to touch him, but he didn’t want to rush this, either. Gray wasn’t rushing. He was taking his sweet time, savoring their kisses, their touches, and Henry’s body went limp.

Why couldn’t Gray be like this more often, and why was he thinking this way right now? Gray’s hands swept down Henry’s body and gripped his ass, turning him around so he now faced the shower wall. Those same hands moved to Henry’s hips and pulled at them. Henry understood and pushed his ass out, letting Gray have what he wanted.

Moaning softly, Henry shivered under the warm spray of water when Gray parted his asscheeks. He trembled when Gray’s finger ran over his wrinkled flesh, then moaned loudly when a tongue licked across him. He breathed deeply, waiting for the next touch and when Gray licked him again, he shuddered, his breath flowing out of him.

Gray only touched him once, then there was nothing until Henry tensed as Gray’s fingers stroked across him again. There was no pressure to enter him, just soft touches, gentle caresses that had Henry needing more, but he knew Gray wanted to take his time. Torture him with pleasure.

Henry wasn’t sure how he knew this. Because I want to pleasure you. I want to drive you wild.

Henry dropped his head, the water running down his face, and sighed when Gray’s fingers touched him again, running repeatedly over his skin, over his ass, over his hole. Soft touches that stoked the fire building inside. The occasional swipe of Gray’s tongue had Henry gasping in pleasure, then moaning in disappointment when it wasn’t repeated.

Henry wasn’t sure how long it went on for, how long Gray had him on edge, how long Gray made him wait. It was pleasure and torture mixed together, and Henry didn’t want it to end. When Gray’s hand slid around his hip and took his hard leaking dick, Henry trembled, sensation flowing through him like the water that coursed over his skin.

A firm tight grip, slow strokes to his hard shaft, that wicked twist when he reached the soft spongy head, a tongue that taunted and teased, and Henry was ready. Ready for anything Gray wanted to give him.

Gray spun him around, causing Henry’s eyes to shoot open and stare down at the vampire kneeling at his feet. His red eyes stared up at him and Henry watched Gray open his mouth, his pink tongue snaking out to lick over the head of Henry’s dick.

Henry’s mouth fell open, and he watched, enraptured, as Gray continued to lick the head, his tongue swiping over it, then dipping into the slit, then sliding away. Gray kissed down Henry’s shaft, then nuzzled his tight balls before licking back up and sucking the head into his mouth.

Fuck, Henry was ready to blow, and all Gray had been doing was teasing him with soft touches, but those touches had been felt throughout Henry’s body and he was desperate. Desperate for more, but he didn’t want this to end, either.

Gray went to stand, then slid. Furrowing his brow, Gray glanced at the sink. “Sink.”

Henry blinked and stared at him. “Huh?”

Gray chuckled and pulled Henry from the shower, then bent him over the sink. “Here.”

“Oh. Oh yeah.” Henry tried to put a sentence together but thinking was hard at that moment.

Gray chuckled again, then spread Henry’s ass cheeks and attacked his hole. Henry arched up onto his toes, his head falling back, mouth open as a long drawn-out moan came from deep inside. Gray’s tongue licked and flicked, then his mouth sucked Henry’s hole and Henry cried out.

“Aw fuck. Gray…”

Gray didn’t respond. Henry heard the click and knew Gray had opened the lube. When he felt the cool liquid on his ass, he relaxed, waiting for Gray to push inside. Gray’s fingers ran over his hole and one slipped inside, making Henry sigh in relief. He desperately needed Gray to fill him, to make him come alive, to make him fall apart.

Gray’s finger moved in and out, slowly stretching Henry, and then a second slid in as well. Henry didn’t feel any ache or sting or pain, and he wasn’t sure if he would. All he wanted was for Gray to be inside of him, be over him, to take him to new heights.

A third finger moved inside and Henry groaned when he rubbed over his prostate, sending him spiraling mindlessly. A desperate need clawed inside of him and when Gray finally pushed inside, Henry whimpered. Being stretched and filled had him so close to the edge, his grip on the edge of the sink tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Gray paused, his breath ghosting over Henry’s damp skin, making him shiver, the hairs on his body reacting as Gray pulled out. He pushed inside again, slow and steady, making Henry bite his bottom lip. He wanted more, but this was making him feel everything so much more.

Gray didn’t go fast or hard, didn’t change his pace, just kept it slow and steady, moving in and out. Henry gasped as Gray’s fingers dug into his hips, pulling him farther from the sink, bending him over more, and when he sped up, Henry groaned.

The slow and steady rhythm Gray had established disappeared into long, hard pounding thrusts that pushed Henry against the sink and made him cry out in pleasure. Henry could feel his balls pulling up, his body tightening when Gray pulled out and replaced his dick with four fingers.

Henry grunted then moaned when those fingers stretched his hole and rubbed his prostate. The fingers on Gray’s other hand circled the base of Henry’s dick tightly, and Henry squeezed his eyes shut as wave after wave of intense pleasure rushed through him, but he couldn’t come.

Not yet. Soon.

Grunting, Henry shoved back on Gray’s fingers, then whimpered when they disappeared. Seconds later, Gray fucked him back over the sink and Henry held on under the pounding onslaught that drove Henry to the edge. He wanted to topple over and fall into the abyss.

“Come for me. Stroke your dick and come.”

Henry grabbed his dick, pounding the hard flesh, eager to come as Gray continued to fuck him hard and deep. It took seconds, if that, then Henry cried out, come shooting over his hand and the sink as wave after wave cascaded over him, pulling him under in an intense orgasm that left him breathless. The room disappeared, a loud roaring in his ears, as pleasure flooded through his body, making him drown.

When he returned to the room, he could feel Gray’s hot body draped over his own and slumped on to the sink, breathing rapidly, his heart beating erratically in his chest. Gray’s hands ran over his damp skin and Henry didn’t want to move. He wanted to savor the tingles of pleasure that still came to life.

Eventually Gray straightened and slowly pulled out, causing Henry to wrinkle his nose when Gray’s come slid free. Gray helped him up and back into the shower. The water was now only lukewarm, but it was enough to do the job of cleaning them both before Gray switched it off.

“Still hungry?”

Henry stared at him and nodded. Yeah, he could eat and later they could come back to Henry’s for round two.