Demetri glanced over the top of the car to glare at Caleb, who was standing at the passenger door, watching him intently. “I want you in my study immediately.”
Caleb nodded but didn’t say a word. Demetri slipped into the backseat before Wulf closed them inside. Demetri started to roll up his sleeve so that Justin could feed, but his mistress lurched forward, trying to sink his fangs into Demetri’s neck.
“No!” Demetri grabbed Justin’s jaw and held it firmly. “You will feed where I allow and when I allow you to. I know that you are hungry, but you will take from my wrist, understood? You are also going to be punished for this disobedience. I cannot allow you to continue putting yourself in harm’s way.”
Justin whimpered but nodded.
“You will never be allowed near anything more dangerous than silk sheets.” Demetri shoved his wrist under Justin’s nose. “Now drink.”
Demetri knew the young man was starving, yet Justin sniffed and then bit gently into his flesh. As much as he wanted to be angry with Justin, Demetri petted the man’s hair. When Justin had drunk his first mouthful, Demetri’s cock hardened. “The things you do to me.”
Keeping Demetri’s wrist to his mouth, Justin slid up and then straddled Demetri’s lap. With Abaddon and Elron still so close, Demetri shouldn’t let his attention be drawn elsewhere. But he couldn’t stop the need that rushed through him like a tidal wave. Justin was fumbling at Demetri’s pants, and Demetri didn’t stop him.
Drinking deep drafts, Justin freed Demetri’s cock and palmed the hard flesh, squeezing before he began to move his hand up and down. With a shuddering gasp, Demetri let the sensations take over, pull him under, and carry him away. His hips hitched as Justin continued to drink.
Finally, Justin sealed the wound with a long lick of his tongue, but the rioting sensations were still holding Demetri in their grip. Justin slid down Demetri’s lap and took the hard shaft into his mouth. A long and anguished groan escaped Demetri’s lips as Justin sucked Demetri’s cock to the back of his throat. His hands steadied Justin’s head as he began to fuck between the man’s lips in short bursts.
The car began to move, but Demetri was oblivious to anything and everything around him. Only Justin existed. Only those sweet, plump lips and that amazing tongue. Demetri hissed and then pulled his cock free, panting as he tried to pull his control in. His thumbs caressed Justin’s cheeks as he gazed down into those amazing green eyes.
“Get those pants off.”
Justin dropped to his bottom and slid them free as Demetri reached into a compartment and pulled a tube of lube out. He’d put it in there earlier. He’d placed a few bottles in his study as well, and in his bedroom. It never hurt to have too many containers of lube.
Without prompt, Justin crawled back onto the seat, rested on all fours, and presented his ass to Demetri. After wetting his fingers, Demetri turned and rose to his knees behind Justin, inserting two fingers. He pressed his other hand into Justin’s back and stroked him soothingly.
“Why do you insist on putting yourself in dangerous situations? Do you want me to have a heart attack?”
“No,” Justin said with a whimper as his shoulders pressed into the leather seats. “I was just so desperate to find out about my mother.”
While Demetri understood Justin’s need to find out about his past, it wasn’t totally Justin’s fault. Had Demetri warned Caleb and Justin about the dangers surrounding them, told them about Elron, would Caleb have taken more caution?
“I–I hate who I’ve become,” Justin admitted between pants. “I hate that I need blood to survive. I would rather deal with the sickness than…than this hunger.”
Warmth flooded Demetri’s chest at the bitterness in Justin’s voice. The young man had already been through enough in life, and now fate had decided it wasn’t finished with him just yet. Driving his fingers deeper, Demetri leaned over Justin’s slim frame and kissed the middle of the man’s back. “We all have our burdens, Justin. You have to accept who you are, embrace it.”
Although Justin was frail in most ways, Demetri knew that he had a strong spirit, that the man was a fighter. Justin wouldn’t give up, and he would eventually come to terms with who he was. Until then, Demetri needed to give Justin all the encouragement the young man needed.
Justin hissed and threw his head back, panting loudly in the back of the car. He tilted his ass higher, as if begging for more. Demetri gave him more. He slid a third finger inside Justin and twisted his wrist, grazing the tips of his fingers over Justin’s prostate. Justin mewled as he wiggled his backside.
“I love how you react to my touch,” Demetri said against Justin’s back and then placed a kiss on the young man’s spine. His skin was soft, as delicate as porcelain. Demetri’s free hand wandered over Justin, exploring his skin, kissing every inch of the man’s back. His canines descended, and Demetri used the tips to gently tease the man’s flesh.