“So many,” Rafe growled.
“They thought they knew your power, your glory, but they didn’t see it. Not like I can now. I see you.”
Rafe swallowed back bitter words that would deny any power or glory. Philippe might be the one on his knees, but he held all the power. For the first time in too many decades, he felt vulnerable. Weak. Utterly defenseless against Philippe’s words and all-too-seeing gaze. Something in those pale-green eyes watching him made him want to believe that Philippe truly did see him. See his loneliness and his overwhelming need to surround himself with family. To surround himself with noise and flesh and pleasure. Anything to fill the void.
“I have you, mon amour. I will care for you.”
Before Rafe could speak, Philippe swiped his tongue across the head of his cock, giving a little groan of pleasure, then sucking the tip between his plush lips. Thoughts in his brain scattered to the wind. Whatever suffocating feeling of panic and vulnerability had been building in his chest was swamped with intense pleasure and relief. His body begged him to thrust forward, pushing deeper into that perfect mouth, but Rafe tightened his control and remained perfectly still. He wanted to soak in every little pleasure Philippe gifted him, even if it strained the limits of his self-control and drove him mad.
Philippe took his time lowering his mouth down his cock, working him over inch by painstaking inch. Hands grasped his thighs tightly, massaging trembling muscles. He slid them up to wrap around the root of his dick and fondle his balls.
Oh God, the orgasm was building so fast. His control was slipping, and his hips managed a few shallow thrusts before he could stop himself.
Philippe hummed and sucked him harder, speeding up his movement, driving him even faster toward release.
“Philippe,” Rafe cried out, his voice breaking. “I’m close.” He reached up and grabbed two fists of his own hair to keep from clutching Philippe to him. Every fucking touch, every little caress, word, and kiss had built until he couldn’t take it any longer. He tried to drag enough air into his lungs to give Philippe warning, but it was already too late. His orgasm rocketed through him. He gasped only to release it again in a curse and a prayer. Toes curled and he poured himself down Philippe’s throat. Fingers let go of his balls and tightened in the back of his thigh, holding him in place.
Wrung out and trembling, Rafe released his grip on his own hair and let his arms fall to his sides. He looked at Philippe as his softening cock slid from beautifully swollen lips. Green eyes sparkled up at him with hunger and joy. Philippe’s tongue poked out, licking away anything he might have missed.
“Let me gather my wits, and I’ll happily return the favor,” Rafe murmured.
Philippe shook his head. “Go lie on the bed, mon amour. I’m not done with you yet.”
Rafe could feel that his smile was crooked as he stepped away from Philippe on wobbly legs and climbed onto the soft king-sized bed. He flopped onto the center of the mattress. Throwing out his arms and legs, he was open and waiting for Philippe to descend upon him once again. He was happy to put himself in Philippe’s care.
He watched as Philippe, at the foot of the bed, carefully toed out of his shoes and pushed them aside. He grabbed the hem of his heather-gray sweater and pulled it over his head. The plain white T-shirt underneath it followed, falling to the floor. His narrow chest was beautifully sculpted muscles and flawless pale skin. There was a light dusting of pale-blond hair around his flat brown nipples, but a darker gold stretching from his belly button and disappearing down into his pants.
Long, slender fingers unfastened his pants and opened them, but he didn’t shove them away. Instead, he only wrapped those perfect fingers around his cock and started to stroke as he took those last steps to the edge of the mattress.
“Don’t I get to see all of you?” Rafe asked.
“Trust me. Where is your lube?”
Rafe rolled over and crawled to the nightstand. He dug through the top drawer until he finally located the recently opened bottle. Behind him, the mattress shifted, and he could feel Philippe crawling toward him. He twisted around to look at Philippe over his shoulder while still balanced on his knees. Parted lips kissed one ass cheek, followed by a tantalizing brush of fangs. He didn’t think it was possible, but blood started rushing back to his cock. Just minutes ago, he was sure he’d been sated within an inch of his life. A perfect orgasm from a perfect blowjob. But his body was already rousing, demanding more.
“I wanted to go slowly, but I find I can’t wait,” Philippe murmured against his skin. His warm breath teased him. “May I have you, mon amour?”