Page 41 of His Eternal Temptation

“You need me? My touch?”

Rowan shivered.

Lane’s heart melted. “Sexual touch?”

His eyes opened, expression shuttering ever so slightly. “What else?”

“I could hold you.”

Rowan scoffed. “Hold me?”

“Is that so strange? It’s okay to want comfort.”

The sharp shift in Rowan’s expression said he disagreed. Who’d made him believe he shouldn’t want comfort? Lane stroked Rowan’s cheek with his thumb, longing to prove otherwise.

When Rowan spoke, he sounded stiff, like he was closing off. “I have no problem asking for what I want.”

“Okay. Then ask, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Rowan’s jaw tensed beneath Lane’s palm, indecision warring in his eyes, his defiance slowly yielding. Then, like he’d made up his mind, Rowan’s tension fled. He leaned closer, his gaze searching but no longer unsure. “May I blow you?”

Lane’s grin was unstoppable. May I. Such sweet little words. If sex was where Rowan’s comfort lay, how he liked being taken care of, Lane had no objection. “Is that what you need? A mouthful of cock?”

Rowan’s features softened, his pupils dilating. “Yes. Please, Lane. May I suck your cock?” Everything about him was delicate, his tone betraying a hint of longing as he cast his gaze down, waiting for Lane’s answer. Giving up control.

Fucking perfect.

“You may.” Lane ran a hand through Rowan’s hair, and damn, he’d wanted to do that forever. He tilted Rowan’s head and met his stare. “Want me to tell you how I’d like my cock sucked?”

“Yes, take charge of me. That’s what I need.” The words came out fast, but soft. Desperate.

Lane bit back a growl as fierce pride raged in him. “Get up and kneel for me like a good boy, and I’ll take charge.”

Rowan whimpered, and the sound of pure pleasure went straight to Lane’s dick.

“Do you like being called a good boy?” he asked.

Rowan nodded, and Lane’s heart thudded with excitement.

“Go on then, be good for me.” He let go of Rowan’s hair and leaned against the pillows to watch as Rowan rose gracefully from the bed.

He grabbed a brush from the dresser and rid his hair of the tangles from the restless night, then set the brush aside. “Would you like me naked?”

“Yes.” Power shot through Lane, hot and thrilling as Rowan disrobed and set his boxer briefs neatly beside the brush. His ass was tight and perfectly curved. When he turned to face Lane, his thick cock hung hard and heavy between his thighs, framed by neatly trimmed dark hair. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Rowan bowed his head and knelt on the carpet, hands folded behind his back, waiting.

Lane got out of bed and took his place in front of Rowan. “Look at me.” Rowan moved with vampire swiftness, stealing Lane’s breath. So, he liked eye contact. “Good,” Lane praised, and Rowan’s deep brown eyes flickered with a hint of orange.

“I want your attention on me,” Lane continued, and Rowan nodded with almost painful eagerness, his usual cold demeanor nothing but a distant memory. “There’s no need to wait for permission. If you need connection, I’m here to give it to you. It’s what I want.”

Rowan’s lips parted, and his tongue darted out, wetting them. “I need it.”

“Then you’ll have it.” Lane tangled a hand in Rowan’s hair. “This okay?”

“Yes,” he nearly moaned.

He pulled Rowan forward until his face was almost in his crotch. “Take out my cock and show me how much you want it.”