was everywhere, his taste coating my tongue, and I wanted to be baptized in it. To be born anew without all the shame, guilt, and fear riding on my shoulders.
My lips tingled and pulsed, sensitive to touch and thirsty for more. Stavros paused after a long, languid kiss, our ragged breaths mirroring in the space between us before his lips slid across my cheek.
"You decide how far this goes," he murmured, low and sexy on the corner of my jaw.
Over his shoulder I spotted Deyva watching us with flushed skin, red eyes, and the same hungry look I recognized from my dreams.
"Here, Zach. Feel this."
I opened my mouth to ask what, when the pulse of emotions hit me. Warm affection flooded through me, comforting and secure like a fire and hot chocolate in the winter. Weaved in were sharper emotions—heady desire and a fierce protectiveness, like the rich bite of wine.
"What is—"
"This is how Stavros feels about you," she said. "It tastes beautiful, but it's not meant for me. I thought you should feel it."
Stavros' cheek was against mine, lips resting on my neck while his hands still clasped around my back. I knew. She didn't have to show those emotions to me, I already knew. Still, getting confirmation from Deyva erased all doubt of what I wanted. At least for right now.
"You can feed on us, right?" I asked her. "If we, um..."
"I can, yes." Her teeth pulled at her lower lip. "But if you'd rather I—"
"Stay. Feed." My hands dove into Stavros' hair, pulling his mouth back to mine for another kiss. "Maybe you could give me some pointers, and um," I felt like smiling for the first time in weeks, "you are my girlfriend, I guess."
It was a bit of a jump. I’d barely finished apologizing to her, but she’d saved my life once, and then my dignity with Azariah. And I wanted, needed, to know what it felt like to do all the things I’d dreamed of with her, in person.
Deyva grinned and let out a girlish squeal, bouncing on her toes. "Oh, my boyfriends are so cute! Okay, you guys sit on the bed and I'll watch."
Stav chuckled as we made our way to his bed, our knees brushing as we lowered down. "Didn't think we'd be putting on a show, did you?"
"I came up to apologize to our girlfriend," I smiled against his lips. It really did feel nice to say that. "And yeah, didn't expect any of this to happen at all."
"Like I said." Stavros pecked my lips, turning so he had a leg on either side of me. "You decide what happens here. Nothing more."
Our lips slid against each other again, mouths open and tongues exploring. Distantly, I heard Deyva dragging a chair closer as our hands moved more freely. Dragging my lips across his beard, I found the warm skin of his neck. His moan encouraged me, and I sucked harder over the thrumming pulse. I got a secret thrill out of giving him a hickey that matched his other one from Deyva.
Strong hands slid up my thighs, fingertips digging into my leg muscles. My cock had been stiff since he first held me, but it was aching for him right then.
"Zach," he rasped, still leaning into my kisses and sucks on his neck. "Do you want me to...?"
"Yes." I gasped the word out, barely audible with how tight my chest had become. "Please, Stav. Touch me."
He caught my mouth with a growl, teeth grazing my lip as his palm pressed to the front of my slacks. A whimper burst out of me, both from the harshness of his kiss and the delicious pressure on my cock. I bucked into the touch, ground myself against his hand, and groaned as Stavros pressed closer to rub himself against my hip.
Deyva’s gaze was a brand on my face, a fire in my blood as I thought of how close she was. I tore my mouth from Stavros', his hand sliding under my t-shirt to pin me to his chest, teeth scratching and grazing my down my neck as I arched into him. I turned my head and there she was, legs folded in her lap, arms crossed over the back of the chair with her chin resting on top, and her eyes lit up like a stoplight.
“Hey,” I rasped, riding Stravos' hand on my cock, my eyes half-lidded and my mouth burning from the rough kiss.
“Hey,” she said, tongue flicking out over her