The Dead (The Thaumaturge Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

mouth to mine, giving me a deep, sloppy, kiss. With a sigh, he curled next to me, tucking his head under my chin. Another thing about him that I appreciated - Leo was an unabashed cuddler.
    For a minute we lay in companionable silence. I stroked the long curve of his back, and he traced the pads of his fingers down the center of my chest. He rocked his erection against my thigh with no real urgency, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders.
    I kissed the top of his head. “What do you want?”
    “Oh, I get options tonight?” he replied, giving me a slow smile.
    “Sure, why not?” I smiled back, and pressed another affectionate kiss into his hair.
    “In that case...” he moved back over me, pressing between my knees and bracing his arms on either side of my head. I obligingly tilted my tailbone up to hold him in the cradle of my hips.
    “I want –” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “To fuck you. I want you to let me fuck you.”
    “Okay,” I said, and he raised one eyebrow. I didn't always agree to that; it felt too much like what I really wanted from him. Felt less like getting off together and more like . . . something else.
    “Mmm.” he kissed me again, groaning a little, his fangs hard against my mouth. My stomach clenched at the unexpectedly erotic sensation.
    “Leo . . .” I said quietly and he gave me a sheepish smile.
    “Sorry,” he said and breathed out in a long huff. “I wish I could bite you. I wish I could bite you while I fuck you.”
    “Last I checked there's no one waiting around to bring me back to life.”
    I had watched him bite a hundred people or more; it’s not that I didn’t know it would feel good. But I’d also seen him rip out people's throats when he got too lost in the bloodlust and that wasn’t going to be me.
    “I could just... take you,” he said mildly. ‘You couldn’t stop me.”
    “I know.”
    “I want to sometimes, you know, Ebron? Sometimes I want to rip your throat out.”
    “Sometimes I want that too, Leo.”
    That made him smile, and leaned across me to rummage in my bedside table.
    “Where’s the lube?” he asked.
    “Wherever you put it last.”
    “Really?” he cocked an eyebrow at me. “Still keeping yourself pure for me?”
    “Once you go fang –” I trailed off, but the self-loathing and embarrassment were hard to swallow.
    He chuckled, though, and shoved his arm between the bed and the night stand, finally fishing out the mostly empty tube and squeezing some onto his fingers.
    “Seriously though,” he said, pressing one finger between my ass cheeks. “I never smell anyone else on your sheets. You should go on a date, or something, Ebron. Do people still date?”
    “Not since the early nineties, I think,” I said, gasping a little as he fingered me roughly. “Jesus, take it easy, man. It’s been a while.”
    “Sorry.” he pressed an apologetic kiss to the inside of my thigh, making me shiver, and withdrew his finger to add more lube. This time when he touched me, he was almost tender, glancing up at me to gauge my response. When I nodded, he gave his fingers a twist, coating my insides.
    I watched him, not at all liking the conflicting feelings building up inside me. Just the sight of him made my chest tight, after all the months of lonely solitude. I was so fucking happy to see him. That was the whole reason I tried to not sleep with him every time he was in town – when he left it was always that much harder. There was a time, years ago, that I would ask him to stay. Beg him, even, with ugly, pleading tears. That time was long past now.
    “Okay?” he asked, pushing my legs back against my chest and positioning himself against me. I scooted lower, hooking one leg around his waist. The sight of him above me, with lust in his eyes, made my stomach clench into a fist, and I turned my head to the side, not wanting my eyes to betray me.
    He pressed in, slowly at first, and I hissed at the burn and bit my lip. I was out of