Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Kyle needs to keep his eyes open and his Reach awake at all times, if he hopes to stop anything else from showing up and terrorizing his friends—or worse.
“You’re home so late,” says Elias when Kyle finally comes through the door. “Did you stay behind to help Cade again?”
It was Kyle’s excuse last night as well. “I need a shower.”
Elias cuts him off in the hall, grinning. “Before you eat?”
Kyle looks at him. “Nothing fazes you, huh? At all? After what happened, you’re still ready to get down?”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting one incident destroy our fun.” He grabs Kyle by the hips, pulls their bodies together. “I want you to tie me down real good tonight, real, real good, and then sink your teeth in wherever you please.” When Kyle’s throat puckers, at once aware of Elias’s eagerly pulsing veins, he wonders if his thirst isn’t just one more thing he pretends is under control.
Minutes later when Kyle ties Elias to the bed—facedown—Elias lifts his head to add, “Maybe tie me a little looser, just so I can squirm better.” Kyle can’t help but wonder if his request is actually a precaution—just in case Elias needs to escape, despite his fantasy of having no chance of it.
But then when Kyle crawls atop his back and grazes his lips teasingly over Elias’s sensitive skin, choosing the perfect spot to bite, Elias suddenly bucks, fidgets, then turns his head. “Sorry. Maybe we, uh …” He shakes it off. “Never mind. Keep going.”
“What is it?” asks Kyle.
“Nothing, really, keep going. Bite me, babe.”
There’s no hiding the fear that still swells within Elias like cold waters, prickling and relentless. It isn’t the excitement that he usually feels when anticipating Kyle’s teeth. It’s something else entirely—something bad.
“No, no, wait,” protests Elias as Kyle begins untying him. “Stop. What’re you doing?”
“It’s too soon.”
“It’s not, it’s really not! I’m fine. I want us to have some fun tonight, babe. Haven’t we been through enough? Hey, tie my hands up again! What the fuck?”
Kyle has already gotten to Elias’s ankles, releasing them. “I can bite you just as easily without restraining you.”
“But I wanted—”
“Another time.” Kyle crawls atop the newly-freed Elias, now face-up. “We’ll have countless other nights to play.”
Elias frowns. “Can you at least bite my favorite spot?”
Kyle brings a hand to Elias’s hair, smiles. “Of course.”
When Kyle brings his lips to that perfect spot which makes Elias’s insides bubble with excitement, he finds himself kissing it first, tenderly, sweetly. “Yeah,” moans Elias. “I like that, mmm, I really like that.” Kyle brings out his tongue, laps at Elias’s neck. Even without being tied down, Elias enjoys the feeling of being pinned to the bed by Kyle’s strength. “I’m all yours, my neck, my body, my blood …” He squirms beneath Kyle, his neck playing upon Kyle’s lips, teasingly, invitingly. “I want it so bad …”
Kyle hesitates, fights a misgiving, then unleashes his teeth—and can’t bite. No matter how he spins it in his head. No matter his actual thirst. No matter Elias’s reassurances. “Sorry,” breathes Kyle as he rolls off, drops to the bed, puts a hand over his eyes.
The worst part is feeling Elias’s disappointment, heavy and sticky and peppered with the natural ire of sexual frustration. It is quickly put out by a sudden wave of empathy. “It’s okay,” he says, and then come his big arms, wrapping around Kyle and holding him on the bed. “Just lie here with me … we can just lie here.”
A brief moment later, however, Elias slides his hand down Kyle’s body and stops at his waist. After a minute’s hesitation, Elias slips his fingers under the waistband of Kyle’s pants, makes the pleasant discovery of Kyle’s cock, and slowly begins to wrap his fingers around it.
The appetite reawakens in Elias.
Which in turn reawakens Kyle’s. “Elias …”
“What?” asks Elias innocently. He slides down the bed and opens Kyle’s pants, freeing his cock, then begins to wake it up with long, even strokes. “Doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff.”
Kyle struggles to protest. It feels too good. Amazing, even. Their bodies are holding so much tension lately. Isn’t it totally reasonable to want a little relief from it?
“Apparently you want it more than you think,” says Elias, noting that Kyle has gotten rock hard in seconds. “Maybe it isn’t my neck that needs sucking on tonight …”
Kyle puts up little resistance the second Elias’s tongue runs up the side of his cock. The sensitivity of such a small touch is multiplied with Elias’s sexual hunger, still pent-up from having not been bitten, and Kyle can’t hold back his moaning. Maybe Elias’s frustration makes the experience even more powerful for Kyle, as he feels both of their desires building up with every lick of Elias’s tongue up and down his length.