"I'd have to be dead not to want you. I couldn't sleep because you weren't next to me." Zeke's strong fingers took Ethan's erection out, then started to stroke the shaft slowly up and down.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like that." Ethan groaned.
"Next time, I'll tie you down to the bed and fuck you so hard you'll be too satisfied to even think about storming out on me," Zeke threatened as he brushed another kiss across Ethan's neck.
The thought of being helpless, naked and at Zeke's mercy made a fresh wave of arousal shoot through Ethan. He thrust against Zeke's hand, his hips making short, jerky motions.
"You slept in your uniform," Zeke observed. "That makes more sorry that I didn't come sooner. You look so fuckable in all that leather, but then you could be wearing that ratty sweatshirt and workout pants of yours and I'd still get hard just looking at you."
"Please, Zeke." Ethan was so close to the edge, he felt as if his skin were about to split.
"Please, what?" Zeke taunted.
Ethan knew he damn well knew what he wanted. "Fuck me, hard!"
Zeke's eyes flared with passion as he got off the bed and stood up. "Get naked," he ordered.
That was something Ethan was eager to comply with. Scrambling off the mattress, he hurried to pull off his clothes. It wasn't until he was standing nude that he realized Zeke hadn't moved to strip, too. "Aren't you going to get naked?" Ethan frowned.
"Not until you're ready."
"Ready for what?" Confused, he reached out to touch Zeke, but the vampire stepped back out of reach.
"Get back on the bed on your back."
Zeke's face revealed nothing, leaving Ethan more clueless than ever. Still he did as asked. Even though he didn't know what Zeke had planned, Ethan did know he trusted his mate implicitly. Once he was in position, Zeke reached behind his own back and took something out of his pocket. He only spotted a flash of silver before Zeke moved. Cool metal encircled Ethan's wrist, followed by the telltale clack that let him know he'd just been cuffed. By the time he could open his mouth to question him, Zeke had already attached the other end to the headboard. Ethan pulled lightly, not quite believing what he saw. "Zeke?" The name came out breathless, with more than a hint of passion lacing the edges.
"I told you, I'm not letting you get away again." Zeke reached behind him again, producing another set of cuffs.
Even though he knew what was coming this time, Ethan didn't fight him. Hell, he even lifted his own hand up in offering. Only when both hands were shackled and Ethan completely secured, did Zeke get back up and start to pull of his clothes.
Ethan stared, mouth dry, as every inch of his vampire's tan flesh was slowly exposed for him. First, his chest, strong and tight, the muscles rippling as he moved, then, his hips, lean and hard. Finally, his thick, erect cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.