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Vlad blushed. “Thank you.”

He’d been given compliments before, but one could never trust the compliments given by servants or exalted guests. He was fairly certain that Andrew was not telling him this simply to earn a reward of some kind, but because he really meant it.

Andrew lifted himself up enough to be on his knees and straddle  Vlad’s waist. He unclasped his belt, still staring down at Vlad as though he were a sight to behold, instead of a spoiled prince who somehow had the luck to obtain such a man.

With a jolt, he realized that he, too, should undress, and as  Andrew kicked away his pants and lifted his shirt over his head, Vlad shrugged out of his now-ruined and stretched silk button-down, and then wormed his way out of his pants, kicking off his shoes to get the pants off of his legs.

He and Andrew were both still wearing their socks, he realized with a start. Then he chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Andrew asked.

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“Nothing. Please fuck me now.”

Andrew’s lovely eyes flashed. “So polite, but not yet. First I want

you to do something for me.”

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Chapter Seven

Andrew made a low gasp deep in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut as he thrust against Vlad’s working mouth.

He’d already figured that the spoiled prince was not a virgin, despite the way he acted, but he knew for a fact that the other man had never put another man’s cock in his mouth before. Just the look on his face when Andrew suggested it had been proof enough.

Vlad was a damn quick study, though.

The door was locked, but Andrew’s eyes kept right on going to it out of habit. Even if he could smell any vampires coming, that would be of no use to him now anyway because of how heavily the scent of sex hung in the air. He still tried his damnedest to hear if there were any footsteps lurking outside their door.

Still not an easy thing to do with that slick tongue swirling around the back of his dick.

“Oh, fuck!” Andrew had to cover his own mouth this time to keep  from making any noise. He gripped the wooden headboard of the bed.  It had some pretty interesting designs carved on it, mostly of lions  chasing down gazelle and whatnot.

Andrew was on his knees, and Vlad was still lying on the bed  beneath him, a pillow propping the other man’s head up while he  gripped Andrew’s waist and pulled back on his cock with his mouth  like he was trying to win first prize for giving head.

Despite their positions, Andrew strangely felt like the gazelle  being hunted down by the lion. Those eager red eyes of Vlad’s didn’t  help the image at all, either. Maybe vampires were just naturally good  at this sort of thing. They kind of had to suck back on arteries to

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survive. It only made sense they would be talented with their mouths.

Andrew thrust against that mouth harder, and Vlad made no noise  of complaint. He was so damned eager and willing. Why hadn’t  Andrew thought to do this before?

Andrew was a werewolf, which meant he had the kind of stamina

that would allow him to get it back up within seconds of coming, but  most people didn’t realize how much that could take the fun out of  sex. Andrew wanted to draw this out. Ten orgasms in a row weren’t  nearly as amazing as one really big one, which was why he pulled  back when he felt a tightening in his balls.

Vlad stared up at him in confusion as Andrew shifted off of the  other man’s chest.

“Do you not wish to…?”

Vlad was so cute. He couldn’t even say it.

“Definitely,” Andrew said, “but I want you even more. Turn

around.”

Vlad was quick to comply. Andrew had already found some of those little sample conditioner bottles in the joining bathroom, and he popped the cap on one and slathered it onto his fingers.

Vlad accepted him easily, and not just because he was eager for it.  His body had been used so much so recently that Andrew was able to prepare him quickly and enter him in one stroke.

The other man didn’t stiffen in pain or give any signs that he needed time to adjust. He sighed in pleasure and looked over his shoulder at Andrew. “Fuck me now.”

Andrew did. Vlad wasn’t selfish about it either. He tightened his anal muscles around Andrew’s cock in a grip-and-release sort of motion. That felt so damn good, and Andrew bit his bottom lip as he moaned. Keeping this slow and steady was going to be torture.

Vlad spread his legs further apart, and the wrecking ball effect took over as Andrew pounded into him, his balls slamming against the back of Vlad’s thighs.

Mine. You’re mine.

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“I’m nobody’s,” Vlad growled between moans.

Had Andrew said that out loud? Shit, he’d deal with that later.

Right now he just had one goal in mind.

He couldn’t do anymore of this slow-and-steady stuff. Not with the way his body screamed at him to finish off, and by increments,  Andrew’s hips began to speed up, almost of their own free will, until he and Vlad were just rutting like wild animals.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you come for me,” Andrew demanded, and he watched as Vlad reached his hand down to grab at his bobbing cock, the way his arm shifted as he stroked himself.

Andrew moaned again, speeding up as fast as he could go, gripping Vlad’s hips until his fingers turned white.

He held his hand over his mouth, but that was almost not enough to keep the noise he made down to a safe minimum. His muscles trembled as he fell on top of Vlad’s back, and the vampire bucked and moaned beneath him, forgetting all about being quiet.

Andrew couldn’t bring himself to care.

When Vlad collapsed on top of his sheets, Andrew spooned up behind him, his soft cock still inside the other man, and he held his

mate, his eyes drooping with sleep.

He wanted nothing better than to fall asleep right here, but then he  heard a sharp sniff, and the scent of salt water perfumed the air.

Andrew shifted a little to try and get a look at Vlad’s face.  “What’s the matter?”

Vlad turned his face into the pillows, trying to pretend that he wasn’t crying. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“I can smell your tears. Did I hurt you?” Andrew looked down at where his fingers had been gripping and saw the making of dark red and purple bruises already.

“No,” Vlad said stubbornly.

Andrew wrapped his arms around him and kissed the back of the vampire’s neck, petting his hair. Werewolves liked having their hair petted, so he was taking the risk that the same might hold true for a

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vampire.

Vlad stiffened a bit, but then he relaxed under the attention. For a

minute, it was almost like they were actual lovers, and not just  fucking when no one was around to see it. Andrew wanted that for the  both of them. He wanted to be the man who comforted Vlad when he

was suffering, and he wanted Vlad to be able to accept him as a mate,  despite the fact that he was just a werewolf.

Andrew was taking the risk of ruining this nice moment, but he  had to say it. “Is it because of your brother?”

Vlad looked over at him, and then his eyes flashed as the  realization hit. “That was you spying on us?”

“Yes.” He’d grabbed one of the serving trays he’d found in here  and walked around the house with it. The few other vampire servers  who’d seen him had all assumed him to be another servant, but

Andrew was no waiter. It was hard balancing those cups on the gleaming tray. The fact that it was silver and he had to hold it with a tea towel didn’t help.

He’d finally found the room where Vlad had gone to. Vampires had no natural scent, but the smoke had filled the house, and servants

wouldn’t be smoking cigars or drinking wine, so Andrew was still  able to follow his nose to their location just fine.

Just hearing the men talk about Vlad was enough to make his  inner wolf growl with anger, then his fingertips had accidentally  brushed against the silver tray, and he’d yelped and dropped the  damned thing.

It had clanged loudly on the floor, and Andrew had to make like a  ninja, grab the stuff up, and vanish before he could be caught. He’d  made it around the corner just as the door had opened and that  vampire guard, Stelig, had poked his head out to see what the  commotion was.

“Spying on the king is a dangerous offence,” Vlad said, a frown

marring his face as he stared at the wall.

Andrew gently pulled out of him and sat up to get a better look at

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his stubborn features. “Considering what they’re doing to you, I’m  surprised you care so much.”

Those red eyes flashed angrily at Andrew. “What would you  know of such things? What would you know of honor and loyalty and  family expectations?”

“Hey, I’m very loyal. There’s a lot of people that I love back  home that I would die for.”

“Do they still matter now that you’ve turned your back on them  for me, loyal wolf?”

Andrew saw red, and he had to fight to keep from punching Vlad  in his fat head. This was exactly the reason why he wouldn’t tell Vlad  that they were mated. Because Vlad wouldn’t take him seriously if he  said anything. He would order Andrew to be sent away and go off to  marry that troll-looking vampire Boris anyway.

“Why are they making you marry him, anyway? I don’t get it.  You don’t exactly look like you’re hurting for money.”

“My family vaults are just fine,” Vlad said.

“But…” Andrew prompted.

Vlad was still pouting and glaring at Andrew at the same time, but  he relented. “Because Boris desires me. I am a prince and he is a lord.  He wants the honor of being connected to my family, and my family  wants the connection to his blood trade. Because I am fourth in line

for the throne, it was an easy thing to give me to him when he asked.”

“Blood trade?” The thought horrified Andrew. Essentially, it  boiled down to human trafficking, which pretty much every vampire  denied ever doing, and a lot of them didn’t. Most preferred to get their  blood the old-fashioned way. Through feeders.

“Terrible, I know,” Vlad said. “But my family no longer wants to  use feeders. They would rather their blood served to them in wine  glasses and remove the feeders entirely from their presence. Mother  says that biting on the neck of an unclean and unknown human is  undignified. Markus agrees with her.”

“But how can you marrying him connect your families?” Andrew

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prompted. “You’re not exactly a woman. It’s not like you can take his  name and have his kids or anything.” A strange thought fluttered  through Andrew’s head. “Can you?”

“Don’t be an idiot, of course not.” Vlad snapped, though he  looked ready to laugh in Andrew’s face for having thought such a  ridiculous thing.

“This arrangement is merely a Band-Aid. I shall become Boris’s  spouse in the legal sense, but in reality he will still have the  concubines he favors more back in Russia.”

“You’ll have to go to
 
Russia?
”

“That is where my future husband resides, so yes.”

Andrew couldn’t let him do it. “Call it off.”

Vlad blinked at him, as though Andrew had just suggested he go jump off a bridge.

“Don’t marry him. This is bullshit. It’s your life, and they can’t tell you to go around the world with some guy you clearly don’t even like.”

“They can―”

“No, they can’t,” Andrew argued. “Give me a break. Are you  really going to let that guy fuck you just because your brother is  demanding it?”

Vlad winced. “That’s a cruel way to put it.”

“There is no other way of putting it. You’ll be married to him.  He’s going to fuck you, and he doesn’t look like the kind of guy who  cares about whether or not you even enjoy it.”

He’d heard the way Boris was talking about Vlad, heard the clear  lust in the other vampire’s voice. That vampire lord didn’t even have  the decency to pretend he was in love with Vlad or cared about his  well-being. He just wanted another bed partner.

Andrew knew he was being mean, and he could sense the  emotional wreck Vlad was becoming just lying there listening to his  words, but he couldn’t help himself. Vlad needed to hear the horrible  details. Andrew wanted to scare him into calling off his wedding and

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coming away with him.

“You just told me he has concubines that he favors over you. Are  you telling me that if he brings some other man or woman into bed  with you and tells you to fuck them so he can watch, you’ll do it?”