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the base of Leo’s cock.  
    Leo punched his hips forward, unable to help himself, and Alasdair was right there, bringing him back to where he’d been, not willing to let him go just yet.  
    “I like this very much.” Vasilios came closer on his knees and Leo caught his lower lip between his teeth. When their bodies brushed and Alasdair’s palms smoothed down to join Vasilios in giving him one amazing hand job, Leo’s cock wept all over them with his extreme arousal.  
    “I’ve waited long enough. It’s time to let me inside, human. Are you ready for that?” Vasilios asked then tongued his right fang.
    Leo’s eyes locked on the Ancient’s, and he panted. “What other choice do I have?”
    The stunning vampire put his cool lips against Leo’s and whispered, “You have the choice to die, agóri .”
    Leo’s stomach fluttered, and his hands shook. He’d known that Alasdair’s sire would be compelling. He was the very epitome of sex and power, and Alasdair was mysterious and untamed.  
    When Vasilios tilted his head to the side as if studying him, Leo’s cock throbbed even harder. Alasdair’s steel-like length trailed a sticky path up and down his crack, and as the evidence of his desire slicked his channel, the Ancient’s lips tipped into a nefarious grin.  
    “Leonidas Chapel…”
    Oh holy Mother of God, Leo thought as his full name fell off the lips brushing his.
    “You respond so well. I see the appeal you hold for my Alasdair. It pleases me greatly. You are so fair and light, whereas my Alasdair and I are dark. So very, very dark…”
    As his voice took on an ominous tone, Leo’s eyes closed and a thrill rushed through him. Then Vasilios’s warm, wet tongue drew a sultry line along his stretched neck.
    “Are you ready to give in to that darkness? To sell your soul to us? Because that is what you are doing. Handing your soul over for me to command.”
    Leo forced his eyes open and craned his head back, searching for Alasdair’s guidance. Seeking the reassurance of the vampire who’d become his obsession.  
    “You trust him, do you? Do not mistake his reluctance to end you as kindness. Alasdair is a selfish being. He is beautiful and ruthless,” Vasilios promised. “I taught him well. And when you are his, you will thank me for my tutoring. You like what you see when you look at him, don’t you, Leonidas?”
    As Vasilios’s breath grazed the shell of his ear and Alasdair’s eyes locked onto his, Leo’s head started to spin. The promise lured him in, casting some kind of magic, because he heard himself whisper, “Yes. He—” His words halted as the fingers around his erection tightened, and his breath caught from the pleasure of it.
    “He what, agóri ?”
    Unable to stop himself, Leo licked his lips, remembering the feel and the taste of Alasdair on them. “God, he, ahh … Fuck. He turns me on.”
    “Yes… He has that effect on most who see him. Do you know what I thought the first time I saw Alasdair?”
    “No.” Leo gasped when sharp teeth nipped his earlobe, and he turned his head to find Vasilios so close that their lips brushed.
    “I thought I would kill to have him. And so I did.”
    At the fierce intensity of those words, Leo’s body tingled from head to toe. It felt as though every nerve were alive and being stroked.  
    “Who did you kill?”
    “Uh ah,” Vasilios said, flicking his tongue over the corner of Leo’s mouth. “You were there in the temple all those years ago. Why don’t you tell me? Prove what you say is true.”
    Vasilios’s demeanor demanded the truth. No matter what price he might have to pay. So Leo gave it.  
    “His fiancée. The woman on the stairs of the temple that day.”
    “You mean the little harlot who wanted his money,” Vasilios hissed. “Who wanted his title and his name and deserved neither. Yes, it was she. A vapid little thing who left a bitter aftertaste,” Vasilios paused and then asked, “And what of you, Leonidas?