Silus’s veins flowed to his erection and stayed there. He would have this human.
Ben leaned in to his friend. Silus growled low, but apart from a slight hesitation, the brown-haired human leaned his lips in farther to whisper, “You sure, man?”
Ceddy—what a strange name—broke eye contact for the first time to look at his friend. “I think I found what I was looking for.”
The knowledge that this man had set out to bed a vampire should not have bothered him so, yet it did. The idea that he would have accepted anyone was irksome. But there was no turning back. Silus needed to relieve himself, and he did not wish to do it alone on his centennial. ’Twould be far too sad.
“All right, call me when you get home.”
“Yes, Mother.” Ceddy sneered.
Ben flipped his middle finger before blinking out of existence.
Silus could not contain his shock.
“Teleporter,” Ceddy explained, as though Silus could not have deduced that on his own.
“Is that how you came to be here without an invitation?”
Ceddy’s luscious lips pulled up in a shy smile. How…adorable. “Yeah, it seems to work really well. He teleports us directly into any place, and most people wouldn’t think we snuck in.”
Well, this was happy news indeed. It meant he wouldn’t be forced by his father to give the guards a beating for neglecting their duty to his family.
Silus held out his hand. “I’ll escort you to my room.”
The corner of Ceddy’s mouth curled up. “Straight to the point. Not even a complimentary drink or bullshit conversation.”
“Do you like it?”
Ceddy didn’t take his hand, but instead hooked their arms together. Many electric tingles shot like charged bullets up and down Silus’s arm, and it wasn’t even a skin-to-skin connection.
“Love it. Lead the way.”
Chapter Three
Cedric was pulled away from the crowds of vampires to a hallway leading out of the ballroom. It relieved him to be away from all those bloodsuckers. Strange, considering that relief was brought on by being alone in a dark corridor with one of them.
It was probably the crowd itself that made him jittery, rather than its composition.
Silus was so quick he was nearly dragging Cedric behind him, but Cedric made no complaints when they came to a dark mahogany door, which Silus all but threw open. He threw Cedric inside the dark space, too—Cedric would’ve preferred the lights on, but to a vampire it probably didn’t matter—and began the immediate process of loosening his tie and removing his jacket.
“You know it’s better with a little help.” Cedric’s hands were all over the buttons of his red silk shirt, pulling them off with speed, yet also with enough care to keep from tearing any of the threads.
Silus’s hands stilled the instant Cedric touched him, but he said nothing, so Cedric continued.
“Have you ever been taken by a vampire?”
That caused Cedric to stop. He smiled a little smile at the slightly shorter vamp. “Who said I was going to be the one to give it up?”
Silus bristled, and a low sounding hiss worked up and out of his throat. It was cute. It reminded Cedric of a cat.
He laughed and raised his hands. “Okay, whatever. I’m not picky.” Just so long as it’s mind-blastingly fantastic.
That last thought saddened him because with it came the memory of just why he needed this. Cedric pressed his mouth to the vamp’s lips to wash it away. He didn’t want anything tainting this.
Instantly a hand was in his hair, clenching and fisting. Silus’s other hand reached down to Cedric’s still-covered ass, clutched it in his fingers, and pulled the sprite close. Cedric open his lips and moaned in Silus’s mouth as his hard dick was pressed into Silus’s firm cock. His arms went around Silus’s shoulders to hang on tight. The man was like a rock with the way he kept Cedric upright.
He knew Silus was a vamp and all, but for a second, he forgot about their crazy strength. Perhaps being on the
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