(31) Two vampires, a ghoul and a shifter.

"Off with the clothes. Now!"

Linden hesitated, eyebrow cocked, even though that was most definitely what he had been planning on doing. "Make me," he said with a small, defiant grin.

"Boy," Helmut growled, landing a hard smack on his butt with one large hand.

"Hey!" Linden looked at him in shock.

Helmut looked back, remaining silent, his face stony, and then Linden saw the small twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"You're an ass," Linden muttered.

"Not in this lifetime, boy. That would be you. Now, are you going to undress?"

With a nod, Linden slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he asked, "What makes you think I'm not a top?"

"Instinct?" Helmut watched him hungrily.

As he unzipped his jeans, sliding them down over his slender hips, Linden met Helmut's gaze. "You're just going to stand there?"

"Perhaps. You're like a fine sculpture, one that should be studied and admired at leisure."

Linden smiled, turning slowly in a full circle. Then he moved closer. "To get the full effect all the senses should be engaged, not just sight." He took Helmut's hand, placing it on his swollen cock. "Touch, taste, smell, hearing, but touch above all others."

"Like this?" Helmut stroked him with the palm of his hand, reveling in the velvety softness sheathing the hard core.

"Just like that, and more," Linden replied, moaning low.

Helmut placed his other hand on Linden's tight buttocks, pressing a fingertip against his puckered hole. When Linden nudged against it, he pushed it in slowly, watching Linden's face, ready to stop if the boy so much as flinched.

"More," Linden whispered. "I won't break."

"We'll see about that." Helmut's finger found Linden's gland. He stroked it and Linden's cock hardened even more when the boy writhed against him with a cry of need. Seconds later, he pulled his finger out and stepped back, releasing his hold on Linden's erect member.

"Why?" Linden asked when he stepped into Helmut's space again and the shifter moved away—again.