Chapter 3 Part 3

The vampire is impaling him over and over. His teeth are deep in Laty's neck, sucking in a measured pace as he works his jaw to grip Laty's throat anew after each long drought. Enough to satisfy his need or one of them, yet not too much to allow Laty to pass out or not comprehend, experience the full measure of having him in his bed, his member up Laty's ass impaling him at a faster and faster pace.

How did it come to this? He was still not sure. How did he get into this position?******Running out of the house when the door gave way, Laty kept to the wall as he sought ways of escape.It was nighttime, but it made no difference to his werewolf sight.Keeping to the wall, Laty tried to run forward, but his path was blocked."And who do we have here?" A vampire smirked when he saw the werewolf. The pulsing vein was what called out to him."He did want to have you all to himself?" The vampire rushed towards the werewolf.And before Laty can blink, he was already cornered to the wall. Despite his struggles, the vampire had him in a chokehold. "Don't worry, love, I will do you-"A whooshing sound was heard before the man was removed from him.Startled, Laty watched as Kil held him in a chokehold."How dare you touch him!" Kil growled at the vampire."I thought you borough him home, so we can have fun with him?" The stupid vampire had the guts to laugh."Fun? He's mine!" Unexpectedly, Kil sank his teeth into the vampire's neck.Laty found himself frozen with a mixture of fear and revulsion, and yet he felt a strange curiosity overcome him as he continued watching. He felt excited. And a strange feeling overtook him. It was as if he wanted to feel the teeth on him.It felt strange, but he couldn't explain it.Wiping his mouth with the back of this sleeve, Kil looked almost threateningly at his mate, who stood rooted to his spot with the oddest look on his face. He thought Laty would have run when he saw him. But he was proven wrong yet again.Kil stalked towards him, expecting the latter to run as he closed the distance between them.Yet again, he was proven wrong.As the other advanced toward him, reached out and stroked back stray strands of hair, Laty found himself unable to move. He was helpless as if he were caught under a bewitching spell.

"Mate," Kil called to his mate. It felt good to be able to call someone that.Laty stood his ground as he watched his mate. And instead of feeling fear, he felt quite the opposite-he found himself strangely allured, captivated by every action the taller man-made. He ached to touch and kiss those blood-stained lips, but found, no matter how much he willed his body to move, it wouldn't.He should have felt disgusted by his thoughts, but he felt nothing.Kil seeing the expression on his mate's face leaned down, wrapped long arms around the slender body and licked his lips again before touching his forehead to Laty.Without removing his forehead from Laty, he pushed his mate to the wall and smiled.Laty gasped as he felt the comforting support of the wall press against his back. Surrounded by his mate, his senses were filled by him-his touch, smooth and gentle, but with hidden strength accentuating every movement; his scent, unique and enthralling, with the scent of the earth, and of blood. All mingling to form a tantalizing scent.Smirking like a person who won the lottery, Kil bent down and caught his mate's lips in his, teasing the little tongue, and was pleasantly surprised at the responsiveness of his cute mate. Angling his head to cut his mate's bottom lip on a fang-just a teeny little mark - Kil sucked at the tiny stream that flowed into his mouth, sweet.Just like he had imagined the taste of his mate to be like.

The urge to mark him was too much for Kil to fight. The hold was much on him.Tangling one hand in Laty's hair, Kil let the other stray down to tease the sliver of skin peeking out between the waistband of his fitted shirt and his jeans. Laty sucked in a breath as he felt his mate's hand on him."What do you want, Love?" Kil gently asked his mate.Without a word, Laty swiped his tongue over Kil's lips.The coppery taste of himself tainting the flavour of his mate. He shivered beneath the brief caress of a wandering hand, his body unabashedly arching into the touch, gravitating toward the body that pinned him against the wall. His hands rose to grasp and claw at his mate's clothes, the thin fabric of his shirt torn at with blunt fingernails.He wasn't ashamed of his action. It felt natural to him."I want to feel you." Lath whispered to Kil whose eyes dramatically widened, at the demands of his mate.Cradling Laty against the wall once more, he deepened the kiss and shrugged off his shirt, discarding it haphazardly on the ground and returned his attention to Laty, hiking up his mate's shirt and over his head, nuzzling and nibbling his neck. Oh, dark, he could smell the blood coursing through his veins and it was making him hungry again. But hungry he was for this as well, Laty was...intoxicating and intriguingly responsive.Laty squealed in shock as Kil gathered him close, effortlessly holding him as he took him into the abysmal darkness of the alley, away from the prying eyes of his men, not so far away.Laty coiled his way around Kil, arms, and legs wrapping around his shoulders and waist to cling tight. That kiss, those lips engulfing his again, tongue penetrating his mouth eagerly. With no care in the world.