Moonlight

the sister

Chapter VI

It's Garrett's confession has William pulling the vampire closer towards him despite his aching body. It feels like his bones are scraping against each other, but the desire to feel the weight of the vampire's body over his is greater. Garrett topples forward at William's strength, and attempts to not crush the werewolf, whose wounds are not quite healed.

"Careful, pretty boy," Garrett says, "You're still healing."

William huffs, but slides his fingers between Garrett's wavy hair to draw him into a kiss. It feels as if that is all the two do since having met, between the deep talks of getting to know one another. But now that Garrett had confessed being in love with William, there's  a heat beneath his skin, wrapping around his heart that's thumping wildly. When Garrett runs a hand down his chest, the werewolf hisses in pain, and the vampire pulls back sharply. William's wounds may have already begun healing, but they can still easily reopen.

"I think we should wait until you feel a bit better before I fuck you senseless," Garrett smirks, "But... that doesn't mean we can't do other things."

William rolls his eyes, but can't hide the smile on his face, "And what are these things you have in mind?"

Garrett maneuvers himself, so he's no longer situated above the werewolf, but instead so they can lay beside one another. One of Garrett's hands reaches around to grip the werewolf's hip while he nuzzles into William's hair, placing kisses against his mate's face. His icy hand runs down William's firm stomach, the werewolf's abs flexing as Garrett his fingers move lower.

Garrett nips at his neck, licking at his skin as he let out a shaky moan. William feels himself harden as he turns his head to the side to catch Garret's lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue and the taste of the vampire's venom on his lips. William's breath hitches as the vampire wraps long fingers around his heated flesh, stroking the length of him.

"Ah–" William gasps, "Fuck. Fuck."

"Beautiful," Garrett whispers into his ear, "Let me hear those pretty sounds."

The vampire strokes him at a leisurely pace, but fist closed just tight enough to apply a perfect pressure that has William gasping. He grips the sheets, toes curling, panting into Garrett's mouth as their tongues slide against each other. His claws tear into the fabric, and his growing canines clack against the vampire's own sharp teeth.

William will never tire of feeling Garret's hands caressing his body. It feels like his whole body is charged with electricity, and he fights the urge to buck his hips up in Garrett's hand, instead only whimpering as he looses all coherent thoughts.

"Garrett," William says, moaning low, "Please."

"Hmmm? What is it that you want? Tell me."

William's eyes open and meet crimson irises blackening at the edges. Garrett's pupils are blown wide, pink lips parted. The vampire looks just as breathless as William is. He feels Garrett's marbled body pressed up against him, cold body cooling his heated skin.

"You already know what I want." He has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the feeling of Garrett's thick length against him, and the roughness of the vampire's jeans scraping against his bare hip. He growls at the teasing smirk on the man's face.

"Maybe," Garrett hummed, "but I'd rather hear you say it."

"You're ridiculous," William manages to say with a steady voice. The vampire's grip around him tightens slightly, and the werewolf's eyes shut again in ecstasy, "fine–fuck–fine...please Garrett, baby, let me come...please."