Annoyance flickered over Lance’s face.It was the use of his surname that burned him, not the goads.
“I may not have fangs, but I can still bite.”His teeth brushed Nix’s earlobe again.
Nix drew in a breath as Lance’s lips left his ear and trailed down his neck.His teeth touched the skin, and Nix bucked, trying to throw him off, but he was stuck.He’d trapped himself again.Lance was poison that he drank every goddamn time because it tasted so good.“You’re an asshole.”
“Yep.”He raked his teeth over Nix’s neck, and his whole body broke out in gooseflesh.But his dick was as hard as rock and pressing into the ground.Lance ground against his ass.“And I’ll stop biting when you say my name.”
“It doesn’t matter what I call you; you’ll still be an Orlan.”
Lance’s blunt teeth pressed into his neck—if they hadn’t been blunt, he’d have been dead.He had no luck tonight.The pressure increased, and Nix groaned and wriggled as though he could worm away.He did want to get away…
“I think you like it,” Lance whispered.
“I think you’re stalling because you don’t know how to fuck, Orlan.”He didn’t like it.There were too many memories associated with being bitten.But he’d used to like it, and his body remembered why it felt good even if his brain baulked.
Lance rolled his hips, his dick pressed against Nix’s ass.Then he bit again, sucking on the skin.
Nix closed his eyes.“I hate you and your damn family, Orlan.Let me up.”
“No.I can do whatever I want when you’re like this.”
Only because Nix was letting him.“Well, all you’re doing is talking.”
Lance tugged Nix’s jeans down, exposing his ass to the cold night air.His teeth sank into the flesh of one cheek, and Nix squeaked.He was going to have a hickey on his ass—what was he, sixteen?Every squirm only made his jeans ride down lower.He heard Lance’s fly rachet down, and his heart kicked hard against his ribs.
He needed to get his hands free.This wasn’t going as planned.But he had no desire to even try.He could die later; he could spare a few minutes from his busy schedule.
He almost wished it had been a different Orlan who had shown up.One he could kill.
“Are you waiting for backup, Orlan?Is that why you’re stalling?”
“I should’ve gagged you.”Lance nipped and kissed his way over the globe of his ass before his tongue slipped down the crack.
Nix opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.He hadn’t relinquished control to anyone for years.Hadn’t trusted anyone enough.
Lance moved over him.“I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work, Nix.I don’t hate you.”His dick rested against Nix’s crack.“But I have decided I like seeing you all helpless.”
“Just because I’m not fighting doesn’t make me helpless.”
“You don’t hate me.”He heard the smile in Lance’s voice.
Nix closed his eyes.“Orlan, I don’t know how you think this ends?—”
The bite on his neck was hard enough to hurt.Lance rutted against him in a horrible tease.Nix struggled against the fabric of his shirt, his jeans creeping further down his legs, his dick trapped and uncomfortable, but he’d be damned before he gave in.
“Just say my name.”
“Fuck off, Orlan.”Why couldn’t Lance just hate him and make this easy?He gathered the fabric in one hand, slowly working it off his other while Lance did his best to distract him by fingering his hole.If he got free…
He didn’t even want to get free.He wanted to feel Lance inside him.Lance’s dick was hot between his ass cheeks.Nix didn’t know if he should bite his tongue, offer a smart remark, or say his name.
He lifted his hips, and Lance took the invitation, sinking into him.
He gasped, then pressed his fangs to his lip to keep from crying out from the pain.The stretch and burn hurt.It was too rough…but it felt good.
Lance’s fingers tangled in Nix’s hair.“Nothing to say?”
Nix laughed.“That all you got, Orlan?”
