A Royal Craving (14 page)

P
rosper sat forward and gave Spencer's exposed neck a light kiss, in approval for the way his blood chanted from beneath his skin.

He spoke to distract his hunger. “How went your discussion with Parry?” he wondered, slowly caressing his hands over Spencer's chest, as he sat across his lap, that they could see each other.

“Well, I hope,” Spencer replied, lazing in his embrace.

“I believe he hoped Davian would be there,” Prosper explained, smiling fondly as his companion yawned.

“Perhaps. I informed him that he will have to be honest or lose Davian,” Spencer insisted, slowly stroking his hand over the outside of Prosper's thigh. “Is there anything against gay relationships in your world?” he wondered.

“No. There is no shame in loving a man instead of a woman or vice versa. We are quite enlightened,” Prosper promised.

“Then I hope my words to Davian are enough. I told him that the rumours are not true; vampires are as capable of love as we are.” Spencer reached up to trace his hand over the curve of his jaw.

Prosper approved of the look in his eyes. A low, deep groan escaped him and he let it.

Spencer nipped his jaw with his teeth. “Do not think that, after all the times you have made love to me and the nights I have been here, I cannot tell what you are thinking,” he tormented, tapping his fingertip to his nose.

Prosper caught his waist, enchanted. “You are an unusual human, do you know that?” he confessed. “You are a brazen tease and have none of the limitations I would expect from a human,” he confessed, curious as to why his companion blushed. “If I did not know better I would say you were almost a vampire.”

“Perhaps I am?” Spencer agreed. “
Almost
a vampire,” his lover hinted. “I
was
adopted and being deaf is highly unusual. Disabilities like mine have been bred from the humans, over the last few centuries. Why am I the only deaf boy left in the world?” he wondered.

“I would not say it is impossible.” Prosper knew that nothing would ever truly be impossible, not in a world where vampires had regained control over the humans and their abilities were stronger than ever, due to the waning sun.

“And since you are my life mate and future husband.” He smiled, glad to see that Spencer's smile widened, as his bit his lower lip. “I have the power and right to look into your heritage.” He agreed to the possibility. His father, a scientist, had experimented on him. Scientists may have experimented with Spencer.

“Thank you,” his lover whispered and pecked his lips, in gratitude.

Prosper would have encouraged him into a satisfying kiss, if he did not have something else on his mind. “You believe my brother will soon claim his life mate?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yes. And we shall have peace from unwanted interruptions, because he will be far too busy with his own lover,” Spencer promised, with an adoring, hungry look that drove him crazy.

When he kissed him sensually, Prosper had no choice but to respond.

He watched, intrigued, as Spencer broke the kiss to lift Prosper's hands and hold them in his own.

Prosper peeked over his shoulder, as his companion held his hands over his heart. Then he began forming shapes with them. He showed Prosper the first, holding his left hand out with its palm up. Spencer closed his right hand and extended only the index finger, which he placed into the centre of Prosper's left palm.

He waited, as Spencer stalled and glanced up. Supposing it may be a request for him to try on his own, Prosper copied the movements and got a nod and grin in return.

The second letter confused him. When he tried to copy Spencer, his lover chuckled and evaluated his sign. “This,” he said, tapping his hands, with his right hand pointing out the index finger of his left hand. “is the letter E. You will need that later,” he teased.

Spencer lifted the pointed index finger of his right hand and placed it on the third finger of his left hand.

When he fixed his hands into the right place, Prosper immediately undid it and started from scratch.

This was important.

Once he had successfully recreated the sign his companion had shown him, his fingers were repositioned into a new letter.

“Hold this flat, as with the first letter,” he said, while showing Prosper the sign he wanted his right hand to take, with his own hand.

Prosper looked at his delicate hand, closed bar the index and middle finger, which made a V shape. As soon as he reproduced the shape, Spencer nodded and placed the two fingers against his left palm. Still, he did not know what any of it meant.

“Now the one I said you would need,” Spencer said, refusing to remind him.

He wondered if this may be a test. He produced the letter E, that he had mistakenly given before and smiled, to see his lover grinning.

“Good.” Spencer giggled in a quiet, tired way. Then he turned and kissed his cheek in reward.

Prosper caught his chin, before he could look away and asked; “What does it mean?”

“It spells love. Parry is in love.” He blushed, making him smile. He could be such a tease sometimes, even when using sign language. It was annoying as hell.

P
rosper carried his lover from the bath into the middle of the bathroom. They were now free to spend the rest of the night together.

He
did not put Spencer down until they were standing naked, with nothing but their own body heat to keep them warm and dry. With a flourish of his hand, Prosper fashioned a white, fluffy towel and began drying his life mate.

He placed his body behind Spencer's, facing his back, his pose one of possessiveness and protection. He would do anything to keep his companion safe, even from his own darker nature.

Spencer let out a sigh of contentment as Prosper began with soft, light movements that brushed over weary muscles. Spencer turned to jelly in his arms, as he kissed up the curve of an exposed neck, brushing the towel over his back and the curve of his rear.

It had been a long, lonely night without him and he did not want to spend another similarly.

He used the towel to his advantage, using the soft swirls to rub Spencer's nipples. His human leaned into his body, as he moved the towel in a slow stroking motion, gently massaging his skin as he dried it.

Prosper enjoyed the sounds that escaped his companion's lips, until the temptation became too strong. He turned his lover and kissed him hungrily. A hot, willing mouth responded in kind, as arms wrapped around his neck.

With a sure grip on such a small body, Prosper used his speed to leave the bathroom and lay his lover on the bed beneath him.

Spencer moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss. Green eyes gazed with hunger, as hands cupped his jaw. “I cannot say how relieved I am that you have missed me as much as I have missed you,” he whispered. “It was such a short time,” he confessed, as though he should be ashamed.

It made Prosper ache to hear Spencer admit that he had not been alone in his longing. “Short, yes. But too long,” he agreed.

Such an enticing smile came to his lover's lips that Prosper did not want to move. He wanted to stay there and look at Spencer forever. Instead, he kissed him and savoured having his sweet human back in his arms.

It would never cease to amaze him how such a young lad could make the wanton noises that escaped him, without experiencing the physical pleasures they enjoyed. He may have to find and personally thank every man in every brothel where his lover had sought advice.

“Prosper.” Spencer extended his fingers in a gentle caress against the back of his head. “I need you as desperately as you need me,” he whispered, though he had not admitted his desire.

“Have you progressed to reading minds, little one?” Prosper enquired.

“Your mind is mine to read, is it not?” his companion claimed, cheekily. “We are never more connected than when our bodies are in a state of desperation,” he said, with a certainty that surprised him.

He did not know how Spencer had gained such knowledge, but guessed it may be their life mate bond at work.

Prosper lay beside his lover, on his back. He had surrendered for the moment. “I am hungry for you,” he confessed, without thought.

When his lover laughed, Prosper realised he had spoken out loud. His brain stalled, wondering if Spencer had heard him and how it may be possible.

“Suddenly I do not feel tired,” Spencer said, before Prosper had the chance to ask. He turned onto his side, flicking a strand of hair from his forehead. “Are you hungry?” he wondered, sweetly.

“I am, but I think your delicate human body has fed enough of my hunger for one week,” Prosper argued.

“Let me be the judge of that.” Spencer blushed, as he shuffled over to snuggle into his side.

Prosper wrapped his arm around a skinny waist, drawing his human into his arms. “You are extraordinary.” He sighed, continually astounded by his boldness.

Spencer leaned his forehead against Prosper's chest and let out a content sigh, as though he would never wish to be anywhere else. “I am deliriously happy,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist, to hold on tight.

Prosper smiled at his words, though he would never need to be told what was in his eyes, every time he looked at Spencer. He never thought
he
would be the one to make some man happy one day. That
he
could be everything a smart, talented, beautiful boy like Spencer wanted.

When his life mate lifted his head to gaze at him, Prosper smiled fondly. “I cannot wait until you are as I am, little one. To have you feed from me, as we ride our passion together, will be indescribable,” Prosper admitted, as he watched him.

Spencer shuffled closer, until their chests pressed against each other, with that intriguing glint in his eye. “Why did you not say so sooner?” he asked, in such an innocent tone.

Prosper brushed a stray lock of hair from his eyes.

Becoming a vampire would be neither easy nor simple. His gorgeous companion bit his lip, in the most seductive way, and his breath sped up. “I want you to have time to adjust to our passion. Vampire lovemaking can be intense and powerful, but it can be vigorous, dangerous and leave its marks. Especially on a human.” Prosper gave him a gentle warning, placing a quick kiss on the tip of his button nose, in apology for having to say so.

Spencer hated being reminded that other people considered him dangerous, but in this Prosper must agree. Granting the child his companion desired and not being cautious would be dangerous enough without letting the wild beast inside out to play.

Prosper knew the blood lust would take over, as soon as Spencer became a vampire and could feed from him as he fed from his lover.

He watched, highly amused, as Spencer lifted Prosper's wrist to his mouth and bit it, playfully, worrying at the skin. Then he stopped and shrugged.

“Not the right teeth,” his companion agreed. “But…if you were to bite it for me…” he hinted, peeking up at him through dark eyelashes.

“Are you saying you would drink my blood, human?” Prosper asked, unsurprised.

Spencer shrugged one shoulder, as though it did not matter, though Prosper knew it did. For some reason, Spencer wanted this as badly as he had wanted Prosper to promise he would never feed from another.

“I would, if you let me,” he said.

“I would let you, if you could stomach it,” Prosper promised that when his lover became a vampire, he would not have to refuse. As a human, Spencer's system could not handle the amount of blood required for feeding.

Prosper stared at the beautiful boy clinging to him, with nothing but need in his eyes. He could not contain his excitement at the thought of the innocent human feeding from his blood.

“Let me…” Spencer begged, trailing fingertips over his wrist.

Prosper watched with dark eyes, speechless, as his lover waited for a reply. He must have lost his mind somewhere between getting out the bath and hearing his companion's request, because this could not be real.

He decided to trust him. Prosper brought his wrist to his mouth and bit into the skin, to create a wound. “Feed,” he demanded, trying to hold onto his sanity.

Spencer lifted the offered wrist to his mouth and kissed the wound tenderly.

Prosper's eyes closed in response, until he felt the gentle sucking on his skin and the blood that poured from his wound. The desperation rose, the pleasure built and Prosper's will to allow this companion to tease him slipped.

He pushed his wrist further into Spencer's mouth. “More,” he growled, unintentionally.

The moment lasted forever, as his blood was taken into another being for the first time in his existence. Spencer sucked his blood sensually, with little resistance.

Prosper nearly came, the moment his companion pulled back from his wound, licking his lips. He groaned and grasped the back of Spencer's head roughly. They met halfway, until he could kiss his bloody lips.

He could not harbour any more control.

When Spencer broke away and lay beside him, without a word, Prosper cursed. He was not himself and did not know why. The blood lust, at the thought of Spencer feeding from him, took over and he worried he had hurt Spencer or taken away his chance of having that impossible child he longed for.

He mentally berated himself for how he had treated his life mate; the one person Prosper never wished to harm. Spencer was a precious gift and he hated that he had put him at risk.

A soft, warm body lay over Prosper's and dropped tender kisses along his collarbone. Hands slid beneath him and cupped his rear, squeezing tormentingly. “You were not wrong,” Spencer whispered into his neck.

Prosper gently pulled Spencer's head back and stared. “Concerning?”

“About it being indescribable. It was utterly incredible.” He giggled tiredly, as he held his gaze. “Experiment one complete – feeding from you makes you insatiable and demanding,” he professed.

Prosper found his love impossible to understand. He kissed Spencer, in gratitude for never seeing the monster inside him. They were planning a life together and that never ceased to astound him.

Spencer bit his lip and snuggled up at his side. When he did not move, his brazen little human lifted Prosper's right arm from the bed and wrapped it around his shoulders.

In that moment, Spencer's longing for a family, however impossible, clung to the back of Prosper's mind while he wrestled with his feelings. He longed to show his companion how much he loved him, because he did not have the words to say it. He loved his boy with his whole heart and would prove that somehow.