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Ethan stood and shoved his pants to his thighs, but as he started to turn Marcus bent and grabbed him by his thighs, lifting him up. Pinning Ethan to the wall with his legs folded between them, Marcus shoved into his tight hole. His lover howled in a mix of pain and pleasure as muscles contracted around Marcus, pulling him in deeper, holding him tighter.
“Fuck!” Ethan cried, but his demands turned to angry snarls. “Dark. Make it dark. Your dick has been out in the public long enough. No one else is allowed to see it.”
As he thrust into his lover, Marcus set his special gift free, sucking away all the light in the alley. Pitch blackness reigned. Nothing could penetrate the gloom he created. He lost all sight of Ethan, but he could feel his perfect body, hear his fractured pants, and smell the mixing scent of sweat and sex.
Marcus’s orgasm was rushing toward him too fast, igniting little fires throughout his body until he threatened to burn up completely. But not before Ethan. He changed the angle of his thrusts, waiting to hear just the right sound.
Ethan cried out, his pants turning to begging as Marcus pegged his prostate perfectly, over and over again. When his lover exploded, Marcus followed him over the cliff, slamming his mouth over Ethan’s to drink down his scream of ecstasy. Marcus’s brain shorted out, but it didn’t matter. He was holding the man he loved, and no one would ever touch him.
When he could conjure up a clear thought, Marcus let go of his hold on his power, letting the meager glow from the nearby street leak into the alley. He carefully removed his dick from Ethan’s ass but didn’t release his hold on his lover.
Ethan’s breath brushed across Marcus’s ear in deep, hard pants. “I’m still pissed at you,” he grumbled while tightening his grip on Marcus’s shirt as if he could pull him closer.
Shutting his eyes, Marcus rested his head on Ethan’s, trying to gather the energy to move. Now that the irrational jealousy had been spent, and he’d marked Ethan like a damn animal, his brain was working, and shame burned through him. But in his defense, Ethan had deliberately pushed him to this point.
“Do you think you can stand?” he asked gently.
Ethan grunted and Marcus slowly allowed Ethan’s legs to straighten and drop to the ground.
“What’s going on with you?”
And that was the wrong thing to say. Ethan’s head snapped up, anger flaring bright in his eyes as he jerked his pants into place. He made a sound of disgust as he used his shirt to wipe up the cum that was smeared across his stomach and the front of his pants.
“Did you know that the last time you took me to hunt, it was exactly this time?” Ethan demanded. “Just like the time before that and the time before that.” He took a step toward Marcus and despite being several inches taller, Marcus still retreated.
A sick feeling twisted in his stomach. He could guess where Ethan was going with this, and Ethan had a right to be pissed.
“Ethan—”
“You didn’t take me to hunt because you thought of me or wanted to spend time with me or were even worried about me. You’ve turned me into an item on your to-do list. I’m a reminder on your calendar!” Ethan took another step closer and poked him in the center of his chest. “I’m your mate, not a to-do item, and you will treat me as such.”
Ethan was completely right.
Marcus dropped to his knees in the middle of the alley. His mate’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He tried to escape, but Marcus held him in place by lightly gripping his hips with both hands.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, and I’m so very sorry. You are not something to be checked off a list. You are my fledgling, which means you deserve my care and full attention. But most importantly, you are my mate. No one is more precious to me. I can’t survive without you. I’d rather walk into the sun than have you leave me.”
His sweet mate tipped his head back and groaned loudly. “You weren’t supposed to be so good at apologizing.” Ethan looked at him, attempting to glare, but it was ruined by the smirk tilting his lips up. “I can’t be mad at you when you say things like that.”
Tightening his fingers on Ethan’s waist, Marcus stared into those beautiful eyes that watched him. “Will you forgive me, my precious love? I’ll do anything to earn your love and trust again.”
Ethan ran his fingers through Marcus’s dark hair, pushing it from his face. His gaze was soft and warm. “Of course. I could never stop loving you or trusting you. I do understand that Aiden and the clan and all the other vampires are keeping you busy. I guess I was just feeling neglected, and then I realized about the reminder. I kind of lost my mind,” he finished, wincing a bit in embarrassment.
“I understand, and I have neglected you. I’ll talk to Aiden about finding some help within the clan to manage things so I can spend more time with you. I am so sorry I haven’t been attentive to you.”
Ethan leaned down and captured Marcus’s mouth in the sweetest kiss. “No more apologies,” he whispered, their lips brushing. “We’ll both do better next time.”
Marcus stole another slow, deep kiss, loving how Ethan leaned into him. His knees ached on the cold, hard concrete, but just the pleasure of his mate pushed it to the back of his mind. Ethan truly was his everything. His sun and moon.
“How about we go home, you put on your favorite collar, and I spend the night showing you exactly how precious you are to me?” Marcus suggested in a dark voice.
A low moan vibrated up Ethan’s throat, and his eyes dilated with desire. “Yes. That. Let’s do that. Now.” As he spoke, he was pulling Marcus back to his feet. “Let’s go do that right now.”
And Marcus lost his mind for Ethan all over again.
Philippe Melts Rafe
Philippe lounged behind Rafe’s desk at The Phoenix, idly flipping through bits of paper while the lights turned and flashed just beyond the windows overlooking the nightclub’s dance floor. How in the world did a carefree and reckless vampire like Rafe manage to keep a nightclub running in such a tight fashion?
