“Anyone who passes up pleasurable things with you is a fool,” Philippe murmured.
Rafe swallowed hard. “Vampires have different priorities than humans.”
“Maybe,” Philippe allowed. He closed his eyes and breathed Rafe in again. “But after we’ve found Piper, you’re my top priority. I want to see that look of joy on your face again. To know that I put it there.” He licked up Rafe’s neck, following that tempting artery. At the same time, Philippe took another step closer, pressing his hard dick into Rafe’s groin. The devilish vampire moaned, the delicious sound sending ripples of need through Philippe. “And I’ll warn you, I like to be in control. But I’ll never take more than is freely offered.”
He could feel Rafe’s heartbeat ramp up at his words, but any worries that it was from fear were shoved aside by the free hand clamping on Philippe’s hip and keeping them tightly pressed together. Philippe indulged one more tease, allowing the tip of one of his fangs to scrape along Rafe’s fragile flesh. A soft, perfect whimper climbed up Rafe’s throat, and Philippe knew he had to have this vampire, to taste every inch of him and swallow all those wonderful, needy sounds.
But that would be later. He had to remember why he’d agreed to even meet with any of the Variks in the first place. It wasn’t for physical enjoyment or companionship. Piper needed him.
Reluctantly, Philippe released Rafe’s neck and took a step back, putting some space between them. He tried to let go of Rafe’s fingers, but Rafe’s hand followed his, extending the touch for an extra second before they completely separated. Something in him hated the distance. He shouldn’t ache for the warm strength of Rafe’s long fingers, but he did.
Glancing around, Philippe was pleased to find that they were still alone. The encounter probably lasted only seconds, but it had felt like so much more time had passed. He felt changed, as if something of Rafe had found its way deep inside of him and was trying to make itself at home. Such a thing shouldn’t be possible in mere seconds.
Philippe lifted his eyes to Rafe, who also looked like he was struggling to replace his mask of easy control and confidence. His haunting blue eyes couldn’t hold Philippe’s for long, darting away again.
“Piper,” Rafe said, his voice low and a little rough. “My office is this way.” He led the way up a set of stairs to a black door on the second floor. It was enough time for Philippe to get his mind clear again. Or at least he hoped so.
Jesus fucking Christ…that backfired.
Five seconds alone with Philippe and he was practically begging the vampire to fuck his brains out.
His damn dick and balls hurt so bad. He needed relief. Could vampires even get blue balls? He had no idea. He’d never had them as a human, and he’d definitely never been afflicted with that problem as a vampire. There was no shortage of willing partners.
But even as his body begged for relief, his mind was already proving to be mutinous. It wasn’t enough to find a soft body to plunge his leaking cock into. No. He wanted Philippe.
Those whispered words about control had punched every one of Rafe’s secret buttons, leaving him aching to be pinned and filled. It had been so damn long.
Oh, he bottomed on occasion in a lovely threesome or more, but even then, he was tightly in control of everyone’s pleasure.
But being with Philippe would be about handing over control and sinking into everything the vampire would give him. It was something he had allowed himself only a couple of times as a human and only once as a vampire. Handing that kind of power and control over to another vampire was simply too dangerous.
He wanted that with Philippe, though.
And it scared him more than anything had in a very long time.
As he led the way into the office, Rafe ripped his gaze away from the large black desk that dominated one side of the room. Of course, he wasn’t fast enough for his all-too clever imagination as it immediately conjured up images of being bent over the smooth surface, papers and whatnot shoved carelessly to the floor. Legs spread wide as possible with his pants down around his knees. Philippe pounding into him with brutal force, one hand pressed to his spine and the other fisted in his hair.
Rafe walked briskly across the room to the table covered in crystal tumblers and various bottles of alcohol. He needed a goddamn drink so he could get his mind on the topic at hand and away from other more tempting images.
“Drink?” Rafe inquired, relieved that he at least sounded like he was pulled together. He could at least fake his way through the next few minutes while he waited for the blood to return to his brain.