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Cy wanted so badly to withdraw from Thorne’s grasp, but Haven’s gaze held him steady.Don’t back down,it said.
“What’s your name, pet?”
“Cypress,” Cy ground out.
“Cypress,” Thorne repeated. When he smiled, his sharp white fangs glittered. “Those eyes. They remind me of someone…”
Cy saw Haven stiffen, holding himself taut. “Who, Master?”
“You haven’t noticed?” Thorne smirked. “Those dark curls as well. He looks so much like…the one we lost. What was his name?”
“I don’t know who you mean, Master.” The tension of Haven’s jaw said otherwise, but Thorne didn’t push. Instead, he settled back, crossing his arms and appraising Cy, his cold eyes dragging up and down in a way that had Cy’s flesh crawling.
“You know, I don’t think I have much use for him. But perhaps if you wanted him…”
Haven’s eyes widened. “No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want...I don’t…” Haven stuttered, and Thorne nodded knowingly.
“I know you don’t keep pets, love. Humans are so...vile, aren’t they? Just the most disgusting creatures. But they are so very necessary to our survival. And now that I look at you,trulylook at you…” His fingers extended to trace Haven’s lips, his sunken cheeks. “You look drained, my love. When is the last time you’ve fed?”
“I’m fine, Master.”
Thorne’s gaze flicked to Cy then. “Have you seen Lord Haven feed in the time you’ve been together?”
Swallowing, Cy nodded.
“When?”
“In the Varney mansion,” he managed.
“Was that the last time?”
Haven’s gaze implored him, but Cy merely nodded.
“Just as I suspected.” Cy was forgotten as Thorne moved to wrap Haven in his arms, nosing into his neck. “My love, you’re so hungry, aren’t you? Why do you insist on starving yourself?”
Haven’s eyes met Cy’s for only a moment, anger and a fleeting shadow of pain reflected there. Cy didn’t owe this vampyre anything. So, why did he feel guilty?
“I’m sorry, Master. I just...I hate it.”
“I know, lover. Come sit down.” He patted the mattress as he sat, urging Haven to do the same. The human from whom he’d been feeding earlier lay sprawled, seemingly lost in a haze of pleasure. Long blond hair was spread across the pillow he laid on, like a halo of gold. Likely he’d been pumped full of Ambrosia to keep him docile.
“Perhaps we should sample our new pet together?” Thorne took Cy’s chain from Haven’s hands and tugged, pulling him closer. He stumbled, fighting against the harsh grip. He should expected this, but nothing prepared him for the terror that surged through him at the thought of being drunk from. Again.
Haven’s jaw was tight. His hands balled into the sheets on the bed. “No, Master.” His voice sounded almost like a plea.
Thorne stood, still grasping Cy’s chain. As if he knew Cy might attempt to escape, he attached Cy’s bindings firmly to a metal hook on the wall opposite the bed before settling back at Haven’s side. Cy watched as Thorne slipped a hand under Haven’s jaw. Softly, he caressed Haven’s plump lower lip. “Perhaps him, then?” He nodded to the human on the bed, lazily fondling himself with eyes rolled back in his head.
Haven blinked, his chest heaving as his breathing quickened. Thorne pushed the tip of his thumb inside Haven’s parted lips and grinned as he began to suckle around it.
“Ahh, I know what you need, sweet boy.”
With the long nail of his pointer finger, Thorne slit his own wrist and brought it up to Haven’s lips. “Drink,” he whispered huskily.
Haven trembled as he reached out and lapped at Thorne’s pulsing wound. Then, as if he could no longer restrain himself, his mouth stretched to cover his master’s entire wrist. He sucked, making low, guttural noises of pleasure, holding on tightly with both hands.
