Thirst (Hellish #4)(18)

“Shhh,” Eirik whispered against his lips as he rocked inside him. “I’ve got you.” He kissed Baptiste’s tears. His mouth moved to Baptiste’s jaw before he buried his face in the crook of Baptiste’s neck. Even after release, Baptiste’s lust didn’t wane. He needed more. He needed the three years he’d lost. With two hands buried in the fur beneath him, Baptiste held on. Teeth scraped his neck. Baptiste’s cock jerked. No one had drunk from him since the last time Eirik did. Baptiste shook with need. Fangs pierced his vein. Eirik sucked. Baptiste came again. Stars popped behind his closed lids. He felt the ties of their bond tighten, as if Goddess Celeste tied a new knot in their marriage, holding them together. Baptiste didn’t know how this was possible. He didn’t care. Fate showed its hand, and Baptiste wanted this in any fucking form he could have it. Answers would come soon enough. Right now, he just needed this and nothing else.

Eirik rocked inside him, taking his pleasure and stealing every piece of Baptiste. His muscles hardened. Baptiste held on, needing Eirik’s orgasm. When he came, he roared. The sound held as much triumph as it did pleasure. Baptiste couldn’t look away. He needed every second. As he looked on, Eirik’s eyes changed color, turning from blue to the swirling gray they’d been before his death. Baptiste’s throat swelled. He couldn’t look away from the eyes he never thought to see again. Baptiste stroked Eirik’s face. “How is this possible?”

Instead of answering, Eirik kissed him, silencing his questions. “Sleep,” Eirik whispered against his lips. Baptiste’s eyes grew heavy. “Dream. Remember.” At Eirik’s command, the world went dark. The flowers were back.

They spent every waking moment together. Each one was torture for Baptiste. Eirik never touched him, but he watched Baptiste with open hunger. His heated stare kept Baptiste on the edge of all-consuming desire and scared to death to make a move.

While sitting in a field of flowers, Eirik avidly listened as Baptiste read. Mid-sentence, Baptiste broke beneath the strain. His gaze shot to Eirik. “You should not watch me as you do.”

Eirik’s mouth lifted in one corner. “How do I watch you?”

Heat rushed to Baptiste’s cheeks. He shouldn’t have said anything. His insides shook with nervousness. He dipped his chin to hide his blush. His words came out stuttered. “Never mind. I just…”

A flower touched Baptiste’s cheek, bringing his chin up. Eirik brushed the soft petals along Baptiste’s jawline. “Tell me how I watch you,” Eirik whispered.

Baptiste couldn’t look away from Eirik’s beautiful gray eyes. He swallowed. He’d never been more scared in his life. Men didn’t look at men the way Eirik looked at him, especially men like Eirik—a warrior. He couldn’t deny Eirik’s request. “Like you want me,” Baptiste whispered, bracing for the worst.

Eirik moved onto his knees. He crawled, closing the distance between them until he had Baptiste on his back, and he straddled Baptiste’s hips. “I more than want you. I die a little every passing moment I don’t have you.”

“I want you too.” At Baptiste’s confession, Eirik’s eyes changed. They’d always been light, but now they swirled, as if thunder clouds lived inside his irises.

Baptiste’s breath caught at the sight. He cupped Eirik’s face. “What are you, really? You’re more than a vampire. I can feel it.”

“I’m yours,” Eirik said, lowering his head and capturing Baptiste’s lips. Their tongues stroked. Baptiste couldn’t breathe past his overwhelming happiness and desire. In Eirik’s hold, all his dreams were coming true. Eirik spoke against his lips. “I wish for you to be mine too. Will you stop me?”

Baptiste shook his head. “Don’t stop.”

The scene shimmered and changed. He was in Canada where they’d lived after Rouen.

Eirik’s arms encircled his waist, pulling him back against his broad chest. “What are you doing today, Little Mouse?”

A smile that was out of his control pulled at the corners of Baptiste’s mouth. “I’m writing down some of my minor spells for Dante. They won’t do much for him without magic in his blood, but some things are based more on ingredients than magic.”

With his face pressed to Baptiste’s neck, Eirik inhaled. “You have a little of the devil in you today.”

Baptiste didn’t respond. He felt it too.

Eirik spun Baptiste in his arm, forcing him to meet his stare. “I know you feel him,” he said as he backed Baptiste against the counter. “You like having him inside you, methinks. He gives you the freedom to do things you wouldn’t normally do. What would you like to do today?”

Instead of speaking and ruining the moment, Baptiste’s hands slid to Eirik’s waist. As he looked on, Eirik’s eyes changed, swirling with clouds again. Baptiste set his sexy man’s erection free. “I’ll tell you what’s inside me, if you tell me what’s inside you,” Baptiste said as he dropped to his knees. He didn’t look away from Eirik’s stare as he licked the man’s cock. One day, they’d share all their secrets. Maybe it wouldn’t be today, but one day.

The scene changed again. This time, everything was dark. He shook. Fear owned him and choked him, leaving him cold and paralyzed. Their home was no longer a haven. It was a prison. Evil had invaded.