Blood Deep (Bound in Blood Book 1) (7 page)

“Harry Potter…really?”

“Jacob…”

Jacob chuckled, moving his hand until it gripped Patrick’s cock. The heat of it was almost alien compared to the coolness of the rest of him. Jacob couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to rub it against his cheek secretly enjoying the slight tremor in Patrick’s legs. Jacob knew he was good at giving head, and he really did enjoy reducing his partner down to a non-verbal state. It was difficult to get vampires to that state, but when he did, he felt an acute sense of accomplishment.

“Fuck.”

That softly uttered expletive pushed Jacob back into motion and he grinned before planting a kiss on the tip of that gorgeous cock.

“Tell me you want me to suck you,” Jacob said, delighting in feeling Patrick’s muscles tense. “I can feel you trying hard not to just shove your cock in my mouth little twinky vamp.” The growl Patrick let out enflamed Jacob’s blood and he closed his eyes when he felt strong bony fingers bury themselves in his thick hair.

Without a word, the hands jerked his head back baring his neck. Without even opening his eyes, Jacob could feel Patrick’s hot gaze riveted on where his blood pulsed the shallowest under his skin and he shivered as the tip of a finger followed that path.

“You want me to lose control, don’t you?” Patrick whispered.

Jacob opened his eyes locking gazes with the ocean blue depths of Patrick’s. Time stood still as they gazed at one another, neither willing to give voice to the thoughts in their heads. It was Patrick who broke first, using his grip on Jacob’s hair to pull the other man away and slide around him. He removed his hands and reached down to pull the other man’s hand off his softening cock.

“I hired you to be my assistant, Jacob. I didn’t hire you for anything other than that and I won’t take advantage of it just because I can.”

Jacob blinked before looking down at his own empty hand in disbelief. “Seriously?”

Patrick ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, seriously. While I don’t doubt that sex with you would be…an experience, it isn’t mandatory or expected. The building here needs someone to take care of it, and I’ve never been particularly handy in that regard.”

Jacob nodded before standing up from his position on the floor. “So let me get this straight; you want me to essentially be a combination of handy man, maid, and building supervisor?”

“Yes.”

“And you don’t want to have sex with me.”

“…Right,” Patrick said after a moment of hesitation.

Jacob scratched his chin before shrugging and sticking his hand out to Patrick.

“Deal.”

Chapter 5

I whined pitifully as I waited. My body was warm and ready; primed for his command.

“Touch yourself for me.”

The sound of that voice, possessive and demanding, sent a thrill through my quivering body. My hands moved as if possessed, gliding over the slick skin of my chest. I could hear my breathing speed up as soft fingers drew closer to nipples grown hard with arousal.

I hesitated.

“Do it.”

That firm demand set my blood aflame. I couldn’t stop the helpless noise that tore free as I pinched my right nub gently. My head tossed to the side as electric pleasure shot through my frame. I wanted more; I needed more. I needed that rough touch tearing me apart.

“Harder.”

‘Yes!’

My mind was screaming even as my back arched with exquisite pleasure. My other nipple was taken roughly and I swore softly at the feeling. What was once gentle went hard and then harder until I couldn’t help the grunts of pleasured pain that rumbled from my core.

“Does it hurt?” The voice asked softly with faked concern. I shook my head. I knew better.

Hurt was not how I would describe this. This…I barely had a word for.

“Good. You’re so good for me baby boy.”

I keened at that voice, rough with want and soft with praise. I so loved to be good for it, wanted nothing more than to please and be pleased; to love and be loved in return.

“Touch yourself lower, baby.”

I bit my lip, my body shiny with sweat and hot to the touch. My nipples were erect and engorged from their rough treatment. I whimpered when my hand released the right one, fingers sliding over excited skin. It traveled over heaving ribs, tickling awakened nerves in its wake. When it hit the tangled hair that hid my hard cock, I paused again.

A loud crack made me cry out in surprise and shock.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“…no.”

My voice shook as I gathered my strength again. My hand lightly pet the hair that curled around my cock before continuing its journey past my sac, heavy with the need to come until my fingers brushed my clenched hole still slick from earlier. The first touch inside lips was like fire, burning, hot and dangerous.

When the other fingers joined, lightly circling my twitching entrance I knew I was lost. I needed so completely to be owned, to be possessed and the sound I let out was one of complete submission.

Without warning, two fingers plunged deeply spearing inside me with perfect aim. The walls of my damp asshole clenched around those digits, sucking tightly and begging for more.

“So perfect for me, aren’t you, baby?” The voice cooed.

My body answered, hole pulsing sharply, wet with the slick of my own precum flowing freely like a swollen river.

“Wet and tight; you always hold on, like you want me deep inside you.”

I moaned harshly. My muscles tightened even as my legs fell further open. The feeling of being so vulnerable should have been terrifying, but I knew I was safe. I was free to let go and fall as far as I needed.

The fingers were thrusting deeply, turning sharply as knuckles brushed the edge of my rim. It was like I could feel each ridge, each nail as they caressed my inner walls. When they pulled back until only the tip was in, I wanted to shout.

I felt empty.

“More.”

My own voice was whisper soft, volume unnecessary with my body calling out so obviously with its want for completion.

My hips lifted as I tried to impale myself on those wickedly perfect fingers, but they drew further away.

“Do it.”

My lip ached from where my teeth split through, the taste of iron on my tongue pushing me to a new height of desire. The forward thrust stretched the walls of my channel and I threw my head back. My eyes were clenched so tightly I could see white lights flashing behind the lids.

“Now!”

Silence.

I knew I had to be screaming. My throat was vibrating with the sound, but all I heard was silence.

My back was bowed in an impossible arch. My hands buried themselves in my own hair, gripping and pulling though I felt nothing but the wonderful sensation of my release. I could feel heat as my come landed hotly on the skin of my stomach, the smell of it filling my senses and making it that much more intense.

Fingers were still thrusting, drawing out my pleasure until all I could do was lie there, limp and twitching with the aftershocks of sensation.

My face felt cool as wisps of air blew across my tear-streaked cheeks.

…

One. Two. Three.

I counted the thumps of my heart even as I tried to catch my breath.

The soft hand that brushed my hair back from my damp forehead was like a balm to my soul and I leaned into the touch with a sigh.

“Such a good boy for me.”

I didn’t answer back. I didn’t need to. I was a good boy; pliant and submissive as only he could bring out.

Outside of this room, I was powerful and untouchable. I commanded people and they bent to my will without question or complaint; but not here. Here I was ruled by one man; one perfect man with a voice that could send me happily to my ruin.

My breathing slowed, and I waited.

I waited for his command.

And I smiled.

Content.”

“Jesus.”

Patrick pulled off his glasses flinging them onto the desk. He stood up from his chair and took a step away from the desk where his computer sat open, the screen filled with what had to be his own personal thoughts. There was no other way to look at the reality of what he’d just written. He may be able to lie (sort of) to Gabriel about his feelings when it came to his newest house guest, but he couldn’t lie to himself, and if hard pressed, he doubted he could lie to Jacob. Thankfully, the other man had taken swimmingly to his job as Patrick’s assistant though his job title should probably be changed to building manager at this point as most of what he did was take care of and fix all of the things around the building that Patrick had been contracting out to others for years.

In the two months that Jacob had come to live with him, the human had slowly but surely carved out his own little spot, waking before Patrick in order to clean the small apartment before making his rounds of the building. The man even went as far as to befriend a few of the older tenants and had daily tea with Mrs. Robinson from the first floor. The ninety-year-old grandmother always sounded so cheerful when Patrick actually bothered to listen in. And Jacob…the man laughed in a way that Patrick had never heard within the confines of their apartment.

“What the fuck am I thinking? Our apartment?” Patrick said to himself with a frown. Sure, Jacob fit in extremely well to his life even going so far as to get along with Gabriel. Patrick enjoyed listening in on their verbal sparring matches, each one trying to one up the other until they decided to turn their attention on him. But even that fun didn’t compare to the nights.

The nights where they slept curled in one another’s arms were Patrick’s favorite.

Nothing had yet happened between them, at least, nothing past the almost, but not quite blowjob on the first day. Not that Patrick didn’t want something to happen, because he really and truly did. He just didn’t know how to make it happen without it seeming like he was paying Jacob for it. Plus, he didn’t want the man to concede out of some half-baked idea that it was part of his job.

Patrick wanted Jacob to want him. He wanted Jacob to want to make him feel what he hadn’t felt in the past decade.

Alive and desired with no other motive but mutual enjoyment.

The sound of the front door to the apartment opening pulled Patrick from his thoughts and he looked gratefully at the closed door of his office. The tent in his jeans would be more than enough to show what he’d been writing about, and though Jacob knew he wrote romance, Patrick didn’t want him to know the particulars of the current novel he was working on.

A soft knock came from the other side of the closed door.

Patrick swallowed thickly before answering. “Yes?”

“There’s someone here to see you,” Jacob said through the door. The other man was more than welcome in Patrick’s office, though he usually stayed out when Patrick was working. A few times Patrick had actively sought out the other man’s opinion on something he was writing just to get a fresh perspective on it. The conversations they had about the characters and possible plotlines were always enjoyable to Patrick and he found that his writing was going a lot more smoothly.

“Alright, I’ll be right there,” Patrick called out. He closed his eyes and thought some decidedly unsexy thoughts in order to will his erection away. The click of the door of his office opening made him open his eyes in panic.

Jacob stood in the doorway staring not at him, but at the still very obvious bulge in Patrick’s jeans. Behind him, Gabriel waved.

“Jacob…what are you—“

“It’s not his fault, mate. I came to drop off a little gift for you for hitting the best seller list again this month,” Gabriel said pushing past Jacob and into the small office. “Jesus, it smells like a whorehouse in here.”

Patrick grimaced. He didn’t think his arousal would have been that potent. Then again, he hadn’t expected Gabriel to show up. Hiding the scent of his lust for Jacob was easy enough when it was only the two of them being that Jacob’s human nose couldn’t pick up anything.

“I’ll leave you two alone then.”

Gabriel looked over his shoulder at Jacob. “Aw, you don’t have to go away. Your presence is always more than welcome.”

Jacob snorted. “Sure it is you horny asshole.”

“Oh, you wound me.” Gabriel put a hand over his heart. Jacob just rolled his eyes, but he smiled.

“I’ve got some rounds to make as it is,” Jacob said. He looked around Gabriel. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I promised Mrs. Robinson that I’d have some tea with her and I’d rather she not croak and come back to haunt me forever for missing out on that.”

Patrick smiled lifting his hand in a little wave as Jacob left the door way closing it behind him.

“You really should tap that before someone else does, mate.”

Gabriel’s words made Patrick frown. Gabriel held up his hands. His smile was wide and knowing and Patrick found himself also rolling his eyes before sitting back down in his chair.

“Whatever Gabe. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Gabriel laughed and walked over to sit on the couch. “Just as I said. I just came to congratulate you on your novel.”

“And…”

“And to tell you to stop being a pussy and fuck your pet.”

“Right, that’s what I figured,” Patrick bit out. He turned his attention back to his computer screen where the words he’d just written stared back at him tauntingly. “Gabriel we’ve had this conversation a million times.”

“And each time I hear you spout out more and more bullshit,” Gabriel said. “You want him, he wants you. Why all the games and avoidance?”

Patrick shook his head. “I’m not avoiding anything. He doesn’t want sex with me and I would never force him.”

“I never said anything about force. You know damn well I am all about consent.”

“I know, Gabe.” Patrick sighed.

“Just…” Gabe trailed off prompting Patrick to look up at him. The other vampire looked thoughtful. “I think things might be far more mutual than you think, Pat. As much I smell you all over Jacob, I smell him just as much all over you.”

“Of course you do, we share a bed.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Gabriel said in annoyance. “I want you to consider the possibility that perhaps Jacob wants you as much as you want him and that perhaps he’s waiting for you to get over whatever fucked up issues you have so mutual orgasms can commence.”

Patrick laughed. “Thanks for that, but I’m pretty sure that all Jacob wants is to keep getting paid.”

Gabriel hummed at that and the two of them lapsed into silence. It was a silence finally broken by Jacob’s return.