Rosko, Mandy - Night and Day (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (3 page)

Cedric burst out laughing, and his lips separated from Silus’s skin. Right. He’d been so caught up he’d forgotten there’d been no formal introduction. “Cedric.”

Proper coherency returned to Silus’s eyes. “Pardon?”

God, all that proper vampire vocab was hot. “My name is Cedric. Ben was just being an idiot.”

“Well then,
Cedric.
” The emphasis put onto Cedric’s name caused his cock to fill and stiffen even more. Jesus, any harder and it would be marble. “Take my neck again and, this time, add a little teeth.”

Cedric complied, latching his mouth on the same spot, and this time, he scraped his teeth across the skin. Silus moaned and clutched him tighter, and when Cedric bit down hard on the flesh, Silus pushed him away so roughly Cedric landed ass first on the bed behind him. Honestly, he was stunned by the bed’s sudden appearance. It was so dark in the room, and he’d been so focused on Silus that he hadn’t bothered to take note of his surroundings.

Actually, it was strange. And fortunate. He was a sun sprite. Usually in near total darkness like this, his kind couldn’t help but give off even a faint amount of UV light from their bodies, just enough of a glow in order to see, but he’d been too occupied with the buzz of the sex they were in the beginning stages of having.

He’d gone against his baser instincts without even realizing it. Amazing.

Silus’s hands found Cedric’s belt buckle and began unclasping and tugging as he dropped to his knees. The fly was next. Cedric leaned back on his hands to get a better view. A vampire prince was going to suck his dick. He had to see this.

But then his engorged prick popped free, and he shut his eyes and moaned as a warm hand gripped it at the base. He opened his eyes in time to see a pink tongue slip between two pointed fangs to lick up the little drop of pre-cum at his slit.

Cedric bit down on his knuckles.

“Tell me, Cedric.”

Oh, Jesus no, he did not just stop that tongue of his to start talking again. “What? What?”

“Had anyone else approached you but me, would you have gone into an empty room with them?”

Silus’s dark eyes were hard, challenging. If Cedric said the wrong thing, the best that could happen was he’d be out on his ass.

Then it hit him. Silus was actually jealous. It should have been odd considering they just met, but it wasn’t. It was... comforting. It was odd that it was comforting. This was a vampire between his knees. He needed to take care and remember that.

He also needed to take care of the throbbing, heat between his legs.

Cedric shook his head at Silus’s question. He’d all but made up his mind that he wouldn’t spend the night with any of those arrogant pricks when that servant dropped the tray. But then Silus had swooped in and turned that idea on its head. “No, only you.”

Vampire or not, that much was true.

Silus’s dark eyes sparkled like black diamonds. He bent down to lick around the full head of Cedric’s cock before coming back up again. He took one hand and began to gently work Cedric’s balls before speaking again. “May I ask why?”

Cedric was fisting his own hair now, his body desperate and twitchy to relieve the pulsing in his balls and dick. “If I tell you, you promise to stop teasing me?”

“What I promise is to tease you to the brink of your pleasure and keep you there for as long as possible before ending your ordeal with a climax.”

“Fuck!” Cedric fell back on the bed, his fists in the sheets now. That one long-ass sentence nearly ended him.

“I–I wanted a night with a vampire because—” He stopped himself. What went on within his family was none of Silus’s business. Especially considering that was the kind of baggage dump that would stop what was happening in a blink and include a quick get-the-fuck-out-of-my-room. “I was curious. Ugh!”

Silus’s hands began moving around, one massaging and rolling his testicles like they were stress balls while the other gripped his dick again.

“Was going to leave, though. Everyone seemed so—” His head thrashed on the bed. He reached down to help Silus along, but the vampire released his balls to grab his wrist and pin it down.

“Try that again, and I will restrict your other hand as well.”

That didn’t sound so bad. Oh, right, talking. “You defended that waiter. Never knew vampires could be so nice. Wanted you right away.”

The hand on his dick stopped for a mere split second before it was replaced with a hot, slick, velvety mouth.

Cedric’s hands flew to his mouth to hold back the loud moan that erupted from his throat.

So good. Exactly what he wanted. He was barely aware of his pants being pulled down farther before a slick digit entered him. Silus must’ve kept a lube bottle hidden away somewhere nearby. Either that or he’d been too high on the sensations to notice if the other man had gotten up to retrieve it. When his mind grasped what was happening, he lifted his hips so that wiggling finger could have better access.

A second finger entered him and began thrusting and scissoring, mimicking what was to come, what his fiancé would never approve of. What she could never do for him because she was a woman and not a man.

Silus pulled his mouth away, and Cedric sighed and lifted his knees higher. But Silus put his hand on Cedric’s legs and pulled them back down, his face still level with Cedric’s thigh.

“What are you—” A sharp pinch cut him off, and Cedric inhaled a gasp. Then he panicked as what was happening hit him.

He wasn’t pinched. He’d been bitten. Silus was attempting to drink from him.

Sun sprite blood had been known to actually kill vampires.

“No!” Cedric flew up and tried to release himself from Silus’s fangs, but they were already locked on. And Silus had gone perfectly still.

He’d drank some of Cedric’s blood.

Silus’s fangs must’ve retracted because his mouth fell away from Cedric’s naked thigh. He fell back and began to convulse on the floor.

“Shit! Silus! Silus!”

Cedric flew down to be with him. He grabbed Silus by the shoulders to keep him close and put one hand in his hair so he wouldn’t bang his head around.

Fuck. Sun sprite blood in a vamp. He didn’t know the details of what exactly was supposed to happen, but he was finding out the hard way. Why didn’t he keep better watch of what Silus was doing? Of course the vampire would want to bite him during sex. What kind of idiot was he to not remember that?

The epileptic thrashing ceased quickly. Sweat beaded all over his face as loud groaning replaced the jitters. Long moaning. Pleasure moans.

“Silus?”

“Uh—ga!” He gasped, his speech no longer prim and proper.

What was happening to him? Whatever it was, it didn’t look like it was killing him anymore. Silus was enjoying it.

The vampire reached down to grab at his crotch, which was bulging and huge beneath the trousers that hindered him. “Fuck… me, God. I can’t—”

“Let me.” It was no longer sexual for Cedric when he slipped his hand beneath Silus’s pants and fisted his swelling cock—Christ, the thing was engorged—he just wanted to help ease whatever strange infliction Silus suffered from because it scared the hell out of Cedric seeing him like this.

One tug was all it took. Silus opened his mouth, long fangs exposed, and cried out like he was coming for the first time in his life. His back arched so high Cedric thought he might just start levitating.

He did that for a full thirty seconds—thirty seconds!—before coming back down to the carpet again. Heavy breathing escaped his mouth, and both eyes were half lidded and blinking drunkenly.

Cedric propped himself on one elbow to get a look at him. A twinge of jealousy fluttered through him at the utter look of satisfaction on Silus’s mug. Sure, it was the dangerous way to do it, but that amazing orgasm was supposed to be shared with Cedric.

He shook his head at himself. What a stupid, selfish thing to be thinking at a time like this.

He opened his mouth to ask the traditional
are you okay
question, but nothing came out.

Judging by Silus’s lazy smile, he was
very
okay.

Of course, that smile would leave once Silus’s brain was working enough to figure out what had just happened. Cedric pulled his hand from Silus’s pants. It was soaked in cum, and with no rags or even tissue in any reachable spot, he resigned to just wiping his hand across the carpet. Silus would likely be angry enough about having nearly fucked a mortal enemy. What was the one extra little thing of ruining a carpet going to do? Cedric then picked himself up off the floor, gently took the boneless vamp into his arms, and deposited him on the bed on top of the covers before retrieving his pants and straightening his shirt and tie.

The tinted windows in the room were like the ones in the ballroom. They went from floor to ceiling, and they also had a door that led outside to a stone balcony. Cedric checked his watch. The sun should be just slivering over the horizon now. That should be enough for him to transport himself back home. His erection had since shriveled away sometime during that horrific seizure, so he wouldn’t need to worry about pouring any ice down his pants when he got back at least.

He took one last longing look at the bed before moving toward the door. He had to be quick, because if it got any lighter outside, he wouldn’t be able to open the door at all without frying the other man in the room, and he didn’t want to hurt Silus any more than he already had.

His hand was on the golden door handle when a soft voice called to him. “Wait.”

It could have had the depth and boom of God Himself for all the power it held over him. Cedric’s whole body halted, and he turned his head enough to see behind him.

Silus had propped himself up on his pillows. He stared at Cedric with something akin to affection. “You are no human.”

He hesitated, but nothing sarcastic came to him, so he just answered the question straight. “No.”

“You are a sun sprite.” Silus’s face stayed lax as he said it. There was no disgust, no anger, or shame. He was just stating a fact.

Cedric decided he might as well do the same. “Yes.”

Silus sighed and closed his eyes. Cedric was about to take that as his dismissal before he spoke again. “Come back tomorrow night. I’ll leave my door unlocked.”

Cedric couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t say that he wouldn’t be available tomorrow night, or any other night after.

This was meant to be a one-time thing. While it was Silus’s centennial birthday, it was also supposed to be Cedric’s bachelor party, his last night of freedom before being chained down to a woman for whom he could never feel more than a sisterly affection.

But he couldn’t tell that to Silus. For whatever reason, be it revenge, or another attempt at whatever this had been, the vampire wanted him to return.

Cedric’s heart beat an off-rhythm pattern. It was better to not cause Silus any distress, considering what had just happened.

So Cedric lied instead. “I’ll be here.”

Then he opened the thick, tinted glass door a crack before escaping into the fresh air of the morning dawn. Using the sun’s UV rays, he
flashed
,
became a part of them and allowed himself to travel along them until he was far away from the strangest thing that ever happened to him.

Chapter Four

Cedric reappeared on his family doorstep. The large expanse of emerald lawn behind him was now lit up by the stretch of sunlight breaking over the horizon. His trip home from outside of Silus’s bedroom had taken milliseconds.

It would only take milliseconds to go back.

He shook the thought from his head. Not the time. Not now. Not ever.

With a smile and a nod to the camera above the door, and the two men in suits and shades on either side of it, he took his laser cut keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and let himself in.

When he entered the bright foyer, the sight of people milling around in large groups was to be expected. What was shocking was how their chatter ceased when he let himself in, the way their sympathetic glances touched him, and the way his mother rushed to him through the crowd of sprites wearing their very best. Her heavy diamonds sparkled and dangled from her ears as she ran. They reflected so much light that, had it still been night and only a single candle lit in the entire room, those rocks would’ve caught that bit of light and magnified it by a thousand.

“Oh, Cedric! How terrible! I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

His first instinct was to think of his father, and his insides clenched. “What happened? Where’s Dad?”

Cecelia—his mother—shook her head. “No, no, not your father. It’s Dacielle.”

His fiancée. Cedric’s insides calmed a little. “What about her?” If this was another issue with the cake, seating arrangements, or flowers, he was going to snap.

“She’s come down with the flu. She’s sick in bed right now, and all the guests are here.” Cecelia waved her hand behind herself to all of Cedric’s well-dressed friends and relatives, young and old, as if he could have missed them with the way they awkwardly shifted their feet around and adjusted their collars.