As Midnight Loves the Moon (12 page)

He had thought this was going to be
another night of amazing sex, but Alex’s words from the night before echoed in
his brain and he realized he had to prove that what was between them wasn’t
just pheromones. So…he was going to let Alex take him. The thought both filled
him with barely suppressed lust and trepidation all at the same time.

Hard against hard,
Wayde
ran a hand upward, grabbing Alex’s shirt and easing
it up his chest.
Wayde’s
knuckles glided over Alex’s
stomach and he felt the muscles contract against the ticklish caress.

Their tongues met, danced, twining together
to learn the feel and texture. Alex’s hands clutched his shoulders as if
clinging to Wayde for dear
life,
and Wayde liked it. Holy
fuck,
did he ever like it.

Slowly, Wayde undressed him, first
easing the shirt off and then he slid his hands inside the pants to grab Alex’s
ass. He pulled Alex more firmly into him, into his groin, moaning as he felt
Alex’s hardness against his own.

Wild need surged through him, and
for a second he was tempted to rip off all clothing, his and Alex’s, turn him
around and sink his cock deep inside the
Fae
. The
image was so sharp and clear in his mind that lust temporarily blinded him. He
grabbed at his own clothing, yanking and tugging, until he was naked.
But as his hand settled on Alex’s arm to spin him, reasoning slammed
back into him.
It cooled the frantic fervor enough for him to get a
handle on his basic instinct.

“Alex, I want you to take me
tonight,” he said.

“Okay,” the other man murmured.

“Come on,” he murmured and turned
to get onto the bed. He held out his hand and grasped Alex’s as he joined him. Their
lips met again, softly, silkily. Their arms and legs came together, meshing,
wrapping around one another. Wayde moaned again at the incredible feel of
Alex’s lithe body straining against his own and Alex answered back the same.

Their breathing constricted and
though Wayde was in heaven, he wanted more. He craved more. So he broke the
kiss and turned his body until he was staring at Alex’s hard cock. The
blood-engorged member stood proud from a dusting of dark curls. It took his
breath away as it curved beautifully up his stomach. It twitched as if knowing
that it was being admired, bobbing slightly above a full sack. Wayde couldn’t
help himself, he licked the sack, feeling each individual ball, weighing and
playing with them as he palmed Alex’s dick. He ran a finger over the top,
catching the moisture leaking from tip and using it to coat the head. He rubbed
it over and over, back and forth as his mouth kissed the hot skin at the base
of the shaft,
then
moved up, taking his sweet time to
enjoy it.

The skin on the head was smooth,
but swollen as
precum
leaked steadily from the tip. Wayde
sucked it into his mouth, using the flat top of his tongue to massage up and
down. He held onto Alex’s hips as he started his momentum, in and out on mouth
and tongue.

But Alex wasn’t just taking without
giving. He turned his body so that they were in a sixty-nine position and his
mouth settled over
Wayde’s
cock like a hot vise. Teeth
tenderly and teasingly bit the crown, while his tongue soothed any pain
inflicted. It just about drove Wayde crazy.

Together, they worked their own
magic on each other, sucking and licking, tugging and jerking, until they were
both worked up. Wayde pulled back reluctantly from Alex’s delicious taste because
as much as he would love to finish here and now, he wanted Alex inside him when
he came.

Alex let out a groan of loss and
tried to grab his hips, but Wayde turned around and faced him. He looked into
luminous honey-colored eyes, awash in passion, and felt his heart stutter with
something different than desire. It had scared him a little, but faced with
Alex’s beautiful face flushed with want and need, all it did was make
Wayde’s
heart burst.

He leaned down and captured Alex’s
lips, kissing him almost ferociously. He tasted himself on the man’s lips, a
mixture of musk and salt, and wondered if Alex was thinking the same, tasting
himself as well. He reached toward his bag on the floor and brought out the
lube and placed it in Alex’s hand.

Alex pushed him onto his back and
spread his thighs wide, giving him access to
Wayde’s
dark hole. It dawned on Wayde that Alex would take him chest to chest, face to
face.

His hands roamed over Alex’s chest,
rolling his nipples between his fingers as Alex opened the lube and poured some
on
Wayde’s
rosette. His fingers gently probed, easing
in to massage the opening. Wayde tensed, not sure if he liked the feeling or
not. It was…different, being on this end of things. Then Alex sank another
finger in and he moaned at the burning sensation.

“Relax,” Alex murmured in his ear
and then sucked on the lobe.

“Trying,” Wayde said, taking a few
deep breathes.

“Yes, that’s it,” Alex encouraged. His
fingers began to saw apart and suddenly Wayde felt them scrape against
something that had his body jumping like it touched a live wire.

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Holy fuck, what was that?”

Alex did it again, and Wayde
couldn’t help the delicious moan that escaped.

“It’s your prostrate,” Alex told
him. “It’s a nice little sweet spot.”

He stroked again and Wayde
shuddered. Suddenly, this had turned the tables. Had he known that it felt that
good, he’d had tried bottoming a long time
ago.

“Please,” he begged between gasps
of air, “fuck me, Alex!”

Alex couldn’t seem to stand it,
either. He grabbed his cock and bent to find
Wayde’s
tight hole. Alex leaned down, kissed him, and entered. There was no resistance
as he slid in deep.

“Fuck!” Alex moaned, closing his
eyes. “That feels good.”

Wayde agreed was but was beyond
speech as he concentrated on Alex’s possession. The cock filled him up and
Wayde groaned. His body flushed in mind-tingling pleasure all over and he was
on the verge of losing control.

Alex began to move slowly,
withdrawing, only to plunge back in, taking a moment between each thrust to let
them both really feel the bliss of being joined. Little by little, he increased
the tempo until he had a smooth motion going.
Wayde’s
fingers plunged into Alex’s hair, gripping tight with each surge, urging him on
with little rapturous mewls.

Their bodies were tight against
each other but Alex wiggled one hand between them to grasp
Wayde’s
cock, using the steadily leaking fluid to lubricate him, allowing his hand to
pump up and down, in time with his hips.

And then all thought, rhyme and
reason fled as control fled. Wayde could feel himself letting go, swelling. His
fangs came down and he couldn’t help resting them against Alex’s shoulder. He
wanted so desperately to sink them into the vein in his lover’s neck, feel the
hot blood fill his mouth and he came…but not until he and Alex came together.

“Oh, God!
I’m
going to come,” Alex gasped. “Bite me, Wayde!”

So Wayde sank his fangs deep just
as Alex erupted, spilling his release deep into him.

“Yes!” Alex moaned, his hips
undulating wildly over him. He pumped
Wayde’s
cock
faster and faster until he erupted with a splash of hot juice coating his hand.
Boneless, he withdrew his fangs and licked the puncture holes sealed before
Alex’s sweaty body collapsed upon him, breathing heavily as his heart pounded
in his chest. Alex’s arms snuck around him, holding him tightly.

“That was
amazing, Alex. Had I known it was that amazing, I would’ve done that a long
time ago.”

“You
sound like it was the first time you bottomed.”

“Well, a
vampire is usually the dominant in a relationship.
Taking,
but never giving.”

“Wait,
are you trying to say—”

“I’ve
always been the top,” he clarified.
“In the past.
But
tonight—”

“I was
your first?” Alex interrupted him, surprise ringing through his question.

Wayne
nodded.

Alex
captured his lips with a kiss so tender it almost brought tears to
Wayde’s
eyes. When he pulled back, Wayde stared at him,
trying hard to hold it all together.

“Thank
you,” Alex whispered. “That meant a lot, didn’t it?”

“I wanted
you to know that you have just as much control in this relationship as I do.
As Daphne does.”

Alex
smiled and then he relaxed upon
Wayde’s
shoulder.

They held
each other all night long.

Chapter Fifteen

Dove Hollow wasn’t anything like
what Daphne was expecting. She’d pictured a huge state of the art facility,
perhaps smooth, white marble and stainless steel appliances. But the Victorian
looking three-story house blew all her preconceived notions away. Located
halfway between the
San Fernando
valley
and Santa Clarita, they’d traveled a long distance on the freeway before
turning off and driving far into nothing. At the end of the road was the house
with a modest sign that said Dove Hollow and no other explanation.

The driver held the door open for
them and Wayde exited the limo first. He held out his hand for her, and Daphne
immediately felt the dry heat of
Southern California
that even night time couldn’t dissipate. She’d always read the desert was cool,
but apparently not during a heat wave.

When Alex exited the limo, he
grabbed her hand and they followed Wayde up the steps into the cool interior of
the hospital. Daphne silently thanked the powers that be for air conditioning.

A woman sat at the front desk and
she smiled when she saw them approach. Daphne bit her lip when she saw pointy
ears peaking from a head full of red hair.

“Hello,” Wayde greeted, stepping up
to the receptionist. “My name is Wayde Wallace. We have an appointment with Dr.
Rennix
.”

“Yes,” she replied. “If you don’t
mind waiting in our lounge, I’ll page the doctor for you. You’ll find we have
fully stocked services for vampires and humans.”

“Thank you,” Wayde replied and
turned toward Alex and Daphne. He gestured for them to follow.

Daphne had a hard time not staring,
but she was suddenly thrust into a world she’d had no idea existed. She
suddenly had a new and sympathetic outlook on
Alice
’s plight as she fell down the rabbit’s
hole
.

The lounge, as the receptionist had
called it, had about a dozen people waiting in it, plus a server carrying a
dark tray. He moved around the room, cleaning up glasses as he listened to
orders being thrown his way. He skin was dark and two golden cuffs encircled
his wrists. Daphne wondered how he could possibly remember everything.

“He’s a
djinn
,” Wayde whispered.

She blinked. “Like from Arabian Nights?”

“Yes, he’s from the Arabian world. You’ll
find
many Shade
from different parts of the world
working here.”

They sat down, but didn’t get a
chance to order before a tall, handsome man approached wearing light blue
scrubs and a white coat that had the name Dr.
Rennix
stitched on the pocket.

Wayde and Alex stood up to shake
his hand, but the entire time the doctor stared down at her. His eyes were
almost surreal, emitting a light that ensnared her. She couldn’t look away. It
was as if she were caught in some sort of tunnel, unable to move or escape from
the green gaze mesmerizing her. And then it abruptly ceased, as Dr.
Rennix
turned away.
Wayde’s
hand
encircled her arm and helped her stand and they followed after the doctor. She
was slightly dazed as they stepped into an elevator that whisked them down. When
the elevator doors opened, Daphne saw that they’d descended into the real Dove
Hollow hospital. This was the part that held the antiseptic smell, the white
washed walls, and
various equipment
all belonging to a
medical environment. She saw nurses wearing all types of cute scrubs, doctors
rushing to and fro, patients hooked up to IV lines walking about, and heard the
beeps, bleeps, and rings of a nurse’s station.

It was an environment Daphne was
intimately acquainted with. She’d spent half her life in a hospital room and
when she’d finally left, she’d vowed not to go back. So when the others walked
off the elevator, she couldn’t move. This was her fear come roaring to life, a
grim reminder that life really wasn’t worth living if all she had to live for
were the injections, pokes and prods of a hospital staff that worked to keep
her alive, but didn’t really care about her as a person.

“Daphne?”
Wayde’s
voice broke through the paralyzing fear gripping
her and she turned wide eyes his way, knowing tears fell silently over her
cheeks. He wiped them off with his thumb and hugged her.
“Daphne?”

“D-Don’t leave me here,” she
begged, although she couldn’t seem to talk above a whisper.

“Oh, sweetheart, never,” he vowed. “We’re
just going to have Dr.
Rennix
look you over, make
sure that the human doctors did all they could and see if there is anything
Shade medicine can fix. Okay? Come with me now, let’s leave this behind us.”

He folded her against her and
guided her out of the elevator that Alex was holding open. Dr.
Rennix
smiled encouragingly at her and a second later they
walked into his office. He closed the door firmly behind them, shutting out the
last lingering fear tearing through her.