His mouth was gorgeous, lush and pale pink—ripe for kissing. Just remembering the one searing kiss they had shared made Laurent’s cock stand up and take notice.
But Paul didn’t come here just so I could admire his beauty, he reminded himself. The poison must be removed at once. Frowning, he examined the left side of the were’s neck where four long parallel scratches ran from his hairline to his collar bone. The scratches were red and angry-looking and there were little green lines radiating from their edges—the poison working its way into Paul’s bloodstream no doubt. Laurent was concerned because he didn’t know how far the taint had spread. How much of Paul’s blood would he have to remove in order to save him? Weres, like humans, needed a certain amount to survive, he was certain. He would have to walk a fine line—to draw out enough of the poison without taking too much blood. It wouldn’t be easy.
Leaning over, he cupped Paul’s chin in one hand and gently bared the were’s neck.
It was a good thing he had bespelled him first, Laurent reflected as he chose a tiny clear spot between the infected scratches to place his first bite. With the skin so red and swollen it would be too painful for Paul to feel Laurent’s fangs driven deep into his flesh—although in time he might come to crave that intimate penetration…
Stop it, Laurent scolded himself. You’re supposed to be saving him, not dreaming of how it would feel if you had a blood bond with him. But it was hard to completely ignore his attraction to the were—drinking from someone for the first time was such an erotic experience. Laurent couldn’t help wishing that Paul was awake and they were making love as he drank from the other man’s neck. But that would mean Paul was ready to acknowledge his feelings for other men in general and Laurent in particular. Somehow Laurent didn’t think the wolf was quite there yet.
He pierced the skin carefully and sucked. With the first mouthful he was flooded with a delicious, unique taste unlike any he had ever had before. There was the bitter flavor of the poison, of course, but under it was a warm rich flavor that was Paul’s blood. Mon Dieu—the blood of the gods. Laurent closed his eyes, the better to savor the complex and instantly addictive taste. This was another part of the tale, he remembered his blood nurse telling him. That once one tasted the blood of one’s Coeur de Sang, one lost interest in drinking from anyone else. It’s true, he realized. After this the blood of any other mortal will taste like ashes on my tongue. For a moment he was concerned but then the realization faded in the ecstasy of Paul’s blood in his mouth and the wolf’s hard body pressed against his own. Strong arms encircling him and the hard bulge of a cock rubbing against his hip…
Laurent pulled back abruptly. He had bespelled the wolf—there was no way any mortal should be able to break his hold and come back from the warm, black, in-between place in his own mind that Laurent had sent him to. But when he looked down, he saw Paul’s dark blue eyes looking into his own.
“Feels fucking amazing,” the other man growled. “What the fuck are you doing to me, anyway?”
Laurent cupped his cheek. “Biting you. Healing you, I hope.” Perhaps he has some kind of innate resistance to my powers. He had never tried to bespell a were before—maybe they were harder to deal with than simple humans. Since they were also supernatural beings it seemed likely.
“Feels good.” Paul looked concerned. “Too good. I’m not…not gay.”
“So you have told me.” Laurent sighed. “But it matters little as you are in no shape for love play.”
“Don’t know what I’m in shape for.” Paul put a hand to his head unsteadily.
“Dios… fucking…feels like I’m so hard I’m going to explode. If I don’t…don’t pass out first.”
Laurent looked at him with concern. Had he taken too much blood? The wolf was terribly pale and his full pink lips seemed to have a bluish tinge. Even as he watched, Paul’s eyelids fluttered and his breathing became uneven. Damn it, I did take too much blood! He cursed himself for a fool—he’d been too taken with the unique flavor of the wolf’s blood to gauge his own consumption and now Paul was going into shock. He needs a transfusion. I’ll have to give him some of my blood to heal him, Laurent realized.
It was a delicate and risky maneuver. If done incorrectly he could turn Paul into a vampire—if weres could be turned that was. Laurent didn’t even know if that was possible and he didn’t want to find out. But that wasn’t his biggest worry. There were other, less dire but even more complicated side effects that such an exchange might bring if he wasn’t very, very careful. Still, he had no choice but to try. Already Paul’s lips were more blue than pink and he was shivering from cold and shock.