“Don’t move.”
Cronin was hard, his erection pressed against Alec’s own aching cock and it took every ounce of self-control, every conscious effort, for Alec not to groan and grind against him, to bring Cronin’s mouth to his…
“Ah, come on,” a voice said on the other side of the door, startling Alec from his Cronin-lust-induced haze. “He’s not here. He hasn’t been here since we were here last. I think De Angelo’s as crazy as what MacAidan was.”
“De Angelo didn’t go all beam-me-up-Scotty like MacAidan did,” the second voice replied.
The first cop laughed and there was a mumbled reply about leaving before the front door slammed, followed by silence. Cronin took a step back from Alec, then took a very slow, calculated breath.
Alec saw what he thought were fangs before Cronin shook his head and they were gone, his normal human teeth in their place. He also had a rather pronounced bulge in his trousers.
Jesus. He was as turned-on as Alec was.
Alec closed his eyes and leaned over, his hands on his knees, and took some deep breaths. It wasn’t the effect of leaping that had him so breathless. It was Cronin… God, I wanted him to bite me . I wanted him to fuck me. Alec knew he would have let him do either. Bite, fuck, preferably both.
“That was close,” Cronin whispered.
Alec, still leaning his hands on his knees, looked up at him. He wasn’t sure if Cronin meant it was close that they’d almost leapt into a room where people were standing, or if it was close that he’d nearly bitten him. “Close for what?” he asked, still catching his breath.
“Exactly. Alec, I will say this once, and only once,” Cronin said. He lifted Alec’s chin with just a finger, bringing Alec to full height. His tone was deadly serious. “If you offer me your throat again, I will not refuse it.”
Alec swallowed. “You… I… couldn’t help it… your body…” Then anger flared in his belly. He pushed Cronin’s hand away and pointed his finger at him. “Maybe if you didn’t press me up against a wall and shove your face in my neck, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
Cronin made a sound that Alec could only describe as a growl, and the vampire took a step back from him. “I apologize.”
Alec bit back a snarl of his own. He had to remind himself that this was new to both of them. Again, he took a breath and shook off his anger, trying to quell the intense and not-always-rational emotions he had around Cronin. He looked around his bathroom: the old blue and white tiles were popular in the 1950s, the shower curtain hid the stained grout in the shower, and his toothbrush was exactly where he’d thrown it into the cup. Everything looked the same, just as it did a day ago. Jesus. Was it just one day?
Then he remembered the sudden shift he felt when they’d leapt here. “You changed direction?”
Cronin’s dark eyes shot to Alec’s. “You felt that?”
“Well, yeah. It was a shift or a—” Alec jerked his shoulders to the right, then felt stupid for doing so. “—change in direction, or something.”
Cronin’s lips twitched as though he might smile. “Yes. I can leap anywhere, but it’s not until I almost reappear that I get a sense of who else might be there.”
Alec nodded slowly. “Hang on. How did you know where I lived?”
“Eiji told me.”
“How did he know where I lived?”
“He’s been following you your entire life,” Cronin said simply. “Apparently.”
Alec’s eyes went wide. “He what?”
Cronin put his hands up, palms forward, in a don’t-shoot-the-messenger notion. “I knew nothing of it.” Then he corrected himself. “I knew nothing of you. Eiji did, and he kept you from me.”
By the way Cronin snarled, it was pretty obvious to Alec the vampire wasn’t happy with it.
“Well, it explains the déjà vu I get from Eiji,” Alec said. “I’ve never seen him directly—I’d remember if I did. But he’s familiar to me in a non-familiar kind of
Cronin was hard, his erection pressed against Alec’s own aching cock and it took every ounce of self-control, every conscious effort, for Alec not to groan and grind against him, to bring Cronin’s mouth to his…
“Ah, come on,” a voice said on the other side of the door, startling Alec from his Cronin-lust-induced haze. “He’s not here. He hasn’t been here since we were here last. I think De Angelo’s as crazy as what MacAidan was.”
“De Angelo didn’t go all beam-me-up-Scotty like MacAidan did,” the second voice replied.
The first cop laughed and there was a mumbled reply about leaving before the front door slammed, followed by silence. Cronin took a step back from Alec, then took a very slow, calculated breath.
Alec saw what he thought were fangs before Cronin shook his head and they were gone, his normal human teeth in their place. He also had a rather pronounced bulge in his trousers.
Jesus. He was as turned-on as Alec was.
Alec closed his eyes and leaned over, his hands on his knees, and took some deep breaths. It wasn’t the effect of leaping that had him so breathless. It was Cronin… God, I wanted him to bite me . I wanted him to fuck me. Alec knew he would have let him do either. Bite, fuck, preferably both.
“That was close,” Cronin whispered.
Alec, still leaning his hands on his knees, looked up at him. He wasn’t sure if Cronin meant it was close that they’d almost leapt into a room where people were standing, or if it was close that he’d nearly bitten him. “Close for what?” he asked, still catching his breath.
“Exactly. Alec, I will say this once, and only once,” Cronin said. He lifted Alec’s chin with just a finger, bringing Alec to full height. His tone was deadly serious. “If you offer me your throat again, I will not refuse it.”
Alec swallowed. “You… I… couldn’t help it… your body…” Then anger flared in his belly. He pushed Cronin’s hand away and pointed his finger at him. “Maybe if you didn’t press me up against a wall and shove your face in my neck, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
Cronin made a sound that Alec could only describe as a growl, and the vampire took a step back from him. “I apologize.”
Alec bit back a snarl of his own. He had to remind himself that this was new to both of them. Again, he took a breath and shook off his anger, trying to quell the intense and not-always-rational emotions he had around Cronin. He looked around his bathroom: the old blue and white tiles were popular in the 1950s, the shower curtain hid the stained grout in the shower, and his toothbrush was exactly where he’d thrown it into the cup. Everything looked the same, just as it did a day ago. Jesus. Was it just one day?
Then he remembered the sudden shift he felt when they’d leapt here. “You changed direction?”
Cronin’s dark eyes shot to Alec’s. “You felt that?”
“Well, yeah. It was a shift or a—” Alec jerked his shoulders to the right, then felt stupid for doing so. “—change in direction, or something.”
Cronin’s lips twitched as though he might smile. “Yes. I can leap anywhere, but it’s not until I almost reappear that I get a sense of who else might be there.”
Alec nodded slowly. “Hang on. How did you know where I lived?”
“Eiji told me.”
“How did he know where I lived?”
“He’s been following you your entire life,” Cronin said simply. “Apparently.”
Alec’s eyes went wide. “He what?”
Cronin put his hands up, palms forward, in a don’t-shoot-the-messenger notion. “I knew nothing of it.” Then he corrected himself. “I knew nothing of you. Eiji did, and he kept you from me.”
By the way Cronin snarled, it was pretty obvious to Alec the vampire wasn’t happy with it.
“Well, it explains the déjà vu I get from Eiji,” Alec said. “I’ve never seen him directly—I’d remember if I did. But he’s familiar to me in a non-familiar kind of
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