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“Was that your kitchen?” I asked, blinking.
“It works sometimes. The forehead thing. My carrier told me about it. Sometimes even before the claiming vows it works for true-mates. I was trying to find out what the dog ate, but instead it showed you my kitchen. Are you hungry?”
“No,” I shook my head.
He pressed his head back against mine and I let out a long, slow breath. This close to him it was hard to think of anything else. I probably wouldn’t have remembered much about my life before meeting him even if Frost hadn’t cursed me.
“I’m not a curse,” the hound sounded off in my thoughts.
“I know,” Scott muttered aloud.
“Tell him that,” my hound said, and Scott laughed.
“He’s not a curse, Terrick,” he said a second later.
“Then tell him to tell me what he is,” I laughed, because my mate’s laughter was contagious.
He sank down to properly sit on my lap and wrapped his legs around me. My breath hitched as my dick came to life under him. Scott flashed me a sheepish smile.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I plan to do a lot of things on purpose if you let me.”
I swallowed hard. The urge to rip off all his clothes caused me to curl my fingers into fists. Urge or no urge, it seemed like the sort of thing you should ask permission to do, but there it was playing at my fingertips.
“He’s a Pit hound,” Scott whispered leaning forward, “and the way I see it he’s the mate to my wolf. So, he’s not a curse, because you’re not a curse. You’re mine.”
“Did you seriously just lay claim to a pit hound?” I arched a brow.
“I grew up with my family almost constantly at war. There were shades in my house from my carrier’s trauma. We probably carry some of that stress from genetics if all the research they do is to be believed. I’m not afraid of a little ol’ pit hound.”
“Little, huh?” I smirked, bucking my hips up.
“Not afraid of that either,” he leaned forward, crushing his lips into mine.
His warmth flooded into me. He still tasted like the bloodshakes we had at the other house before we left. Coppery and fruity, warm and soft. I gripped his ass, holding on as he shifted his weight forward to press our bodies together. I was never letting go of this man. I was never leaving him. If we discovered I was the biggest asshole in the world and the man who would bring about the end of Earthside itself, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was staying right here with Scott in my lap forever.
I kissed him hard, my tongue darting into his mouth for another taste of him. His pulse thrummed against me. He’d taste delicious, but I wasn’t here to drink him. His hands slid up and down my throat, his fingers playing at the points where my pulse throbbed for him. He was hard too now and the aroma of his sweet, slick arousal filled the room.
“At least you didn’t forget how to kiss,” my hound sounded off in my thoughts and I shoved him away.
He let out a bark that sounded somewhere between amused and offended, but it didn’t matter. If he really was the mate to Scott’s wolf he’d have his turn later. Once we exchanged the claiming vows, he and Scott’s wolf could do whatever they liked, they’d have a soul connection that would span lifetimes – all the lifetimes.
My fingers left his ass to play at the hem of his shirt. When he didn’t stop me, I broke the kiss just long enough to pull it off over his head. I slung it over the back of the sofa next to us and pulled him back in to keep kissing. His tongue battled mine, swooping and sweeping, over my flesh. He was fucking perfect, and he was all mine.
“Mine,” I growled the word.
“Mine,” he growled back, and the faintest trace of fur played over my hands where they met his flesh.
He tried to slip away, but I held him tight. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I wasn’t done kissing him yet. He ground down against me, both of us moaning into the kiss, but it still wasn’t enough. We kissed until our lips were swollen and nicked up from four fangs coming out to play.
“Bloodshake?” he asked this time as he pulled away.
“You can drink me,” I whispered.
He blushed. He knew I meant blood, but the closeness gave it a double meaning.
I kissed him again, slower, more careful this time. He could drink me all he wanted, but I wasn’t out for his blood. It’d be exchanged during the claiming vows and maybe other play, but I’d never take from him without giving back. I wouldn’t be the sort my mother hunted down to prune the vampyric family tree. I wouldn’t be the sort who took so much from their omega mate that he was left a shell of who he was before.
