Free Bloodline by Barbara Elsborg Page A

lashes and those dark green eyes, and the bottom fell out of his world. This was a day for firsts, because he’d never wanted to kiss anyone so much in his life. Shit, what’s happening to me? Keeping his lips closed, he ran his tongue over his fangs. They weren’t going to retract anytime soon. He’d freak the faerie out if he kissed him. Maybe he’d freak him out anyway. He licked Micah’s bloody cheek, the graze on his forehead, the cut on his chin, and the faerie’s breathing quickened. Fingers tightened in his hair, and a thumb stroked his ear.
    Inigo slowly and carefully worked his way over Micah’s chest, following the curves and dips of his muscles, the lines of his ribs. Inigo’s mouth watered around the tight copper discs of Micah’s nipples, and when he fluttered his tongue against them, Micah bucked and clutched him harder. Inigo’s cock had begun to sulk. It had been years since he’d bothered with foreplay like this.
    This isn’t foreplay. You’re cleaning him up.
    Oh, yeah. I forgot.
    But it was foreplay. Micah’s cock was as hard as his, reaching up over his stomach, the foreskin retracted, the smooth head shiny with precum, a lone silken thread dangling to his belly, and that blue star fully stretched out to remind him of the mess he was in. When Inigo tried to bypass temptation, Micah tugged him back by the hair.
    Inigo laughed. “Have I missed a bit?”
    The smile on the faerie’s face brought warmth to his undead heart.
    “Let me do your back first.” Be a saint before I’m a sinner.
    Micah reached for the hem of Inigo’s T-shirt and tugged it up, making his wishes clear. Inigo peeled it off and tossed it aside.
    “Okay?” he asked.
    Micah pointed to Inigo’s pants.
    “Turn over then.”
    Micah cocked one eyebrow and pointed again. Inigo laughed. He stood, kicked off his shoes, and yanked down his dark jeans and boxers at the same time. Micah’s eyes widened as he stared at his cock.
    “Wow, I seem to be hard. I wonder why.”
    The faerie smiled and rolled over. When Inigo saw the wounds on his back, his gut churned. Micah had been brutally beaten and whipped, and Inigo wanted to do the same to Oberon. See how the wanker liked it. Though a little voice in his head wondered what Micah had done to deserve it. Something? Nothing? What did he know that Oberon wanted to keep a secret?
    He climbed onto the bed and slurped the blood from Micah’s back, the taste zinging in his mouth, exciting his cells, fogging his head. Micah writhed beneath him as, inch after inch, Inigo licked and lapped and laved his skin. As he worked his way down Micah’s body, he was almost sidetracked by the faerie’s tight backside, but made himself continue down his legs. Saving the best bits for last.
    But when his fangs accidentally caught on Micah’s ankle, the faerie spun over and knocked him to the ground.
    “Sensitive much?” Inigo climbed next to him on the narrow bed.
    The faerie wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Inigo leaned in and brushed his lips across Micah’s, sweeping them back and forth over the seam of his mouth. His fangs were still out, but what the hell. The faerie’s mouth opened, and Inigo accepted the invitation. He slid his tongue over Micah’s and went exploring, running along the hard ridges of his teeth, stroking the soft palate, twisting his tongue around Micah’s.
    Inigo sucked and licked and slurped, winding himself tighter. When Micah’s tongue circled the tips of his fangs, they both tensed, but Micah pulled him closer, kissed him more deeply, and Inigo’s undead heart rejoiced.
    Their bodies molded together. They kissed as if there was nothing else in the world that was as important. It didn’t matter that they were in a dismal dungeon, on a dirty mattress, and that they’d likely not live much longer than another day. They were alive now, and that was all that mattered.
    They rocked together, cocks surging against each other, and their slow and