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“But I might have been eavesdropping at the door,” Rafe admitted with a devilish smirk. “I’ll agree to Philippe’s terms if you grow more confident in hunting alone. I need to know you’re taking care of yourself.”
Gideon practically flew across the room and threw himself at Rafe, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “I will! I swear I will!”
Rafe tightly hugged him, briefly laying his cheek against the top of Gideon’s head. “Good. That’s all I want,” he murmured. He released Gideon. “Fine, then. Go. Tell Ryder you’ll both be moving. After I see tomon ange, we’ll start shopping for some real estate.”
“Thank you, Rafe!” Gideon flew to the sofa, where he surprised Philippe by tightly embracing him. “Thank you, Philippe,” he whispered roughly before flying out of the room. The hug wasn’t nearly as tight as the hold the vampire now had on his heart.
Rafe crossed to the door and locked it. When he turned, there was a strange expression on his face. He slowly strolled across the room, unbuttoning his shirt with every step.
“I leave the city for just a few short hours, and I come back to find you stealing Gideon’s devotion away from me,” Rafe teased.
Philippe snorted. “You know that he will always love you best. He will always be completely devoted to you.”
Rafe shrugged, sending half of his shirt falling off, revealing pale skin and powerful muscles that always made Philippe’s heart flutter. “But if he’s suddenly devoted to you, I can devote more of my time to caring for you.”
“How was your trip?” Philippe inquired.
“Later,mon ange. My first concern is you.” Rafe slid into the spot Gideon vacated on the couch and stretched out, extending his hand to Philippe. “I need to replace what you so generously gave to my little dancer.”
“Ourlittle dancer, don’t you mean?” he teased and Rafe’s answering smile was absolutely blinding. Philippe took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled forward. He lay on top of Rafe and nuzzled his neck, getting lost in the haunting scent of his lover.
“Yes, our,” he agreed, his voice low and husky. “Now feed,mon ange.”
Philippe licked, nibbled, and teased Rafe’s neck, reveling in the tightening of his arms around his body in response. Rafe’s breathing picked up and his body shifted, rubbing his hardening length against Philippe’s hip. Feeding from Rafe was intoxicating, but the truly addictive part was the anticipation. Those seconds before Philippe sank his fangs deep were electrifying, sending sparks dancing along his entire body.
“Mon ange,” Rafe begged at last.
He struck, fangs cutting skin and sending a gush of life-saving blood down his throat. Rafe moaned loudly. Holding him tight, Rafe rolled them so that they were lying on their sides, pressed so close on the sofa. A hand shimmied between them, tugging at the front of his pants. Philippe mentally smiled while keeping his attention on Rafe’s neck. He wasn’t all that hungry and drank lightly. It was more the connection they both craved.
There was a tug on his briefs as they were jerked lower, and then his hardening cock came into contact with Rafe’s. He moaned and instinctively thrust forward. His sneaky lover had opened both their pants. Rafe spit into his hand and wrapped it around both of them. It was hard and rough. Pleasure tinged with pain. He was drowning in the scent, feel, and taste of his mate.
“You’re my everything,mon ange,” Rafe panted in his ear.
Philippe gave another muffled groan. His orgasm was building too quickly. He wanted to lift his mouth and beg Rafe to go slow, but he could feel that it was already too late. He was becoming drunk on his lover’s blood and the exquisite touch of his body. Lightning struck, scorching every nerve ending. He tore his mouth free of Rafe’s throat and cried out, coming so fucking hard.
He heard more than felt Rafe tumble after him. Hot cum splashed across his stomach and he wasn’t sure if it was his or Rafe’s. Philippe belatedly remembered to swipe his tongue across the wound he’d created, catching the blood that was lazily sliding toward Rafe’s collarbone. The holes were closing, but Philippe continued to kiss and lick the place he’d drunk from.
“Welcome home,” Philippe murmured, placing a kiss just behind Rafe’s ear.
A happy sigh drifted from Rafe. “In all my life, there is no place I have felt where I belonged more than in your arms. I love you,mon ange. Thank you for taking care of Gideon.”
“I love you, Rafe. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful clan.”
Rafe turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “No,mon ange. I gave you a family. No matter what, they will always be your family.”
A Surprise for Bel
Someone was poking him.
Did they not understand the dangers of waking a vampire too early in the evening? The sun couldn’t have possibly set yet.
Bel curled up into a tighter ball and pulled the fluffy goose-down duvet higher. If he disappeared from view, maybe the poker would go away.
Yes, this might not make logical sense. Bel knew this, but he didn’t care. The hardest part of any day was waking up. He didn’t like stirring from sleep and crawling from his nice, warm, comfy bed. Especially if there was a warm body or two pressed against him.
Why did he have to get up?
Bel didn’t do mornings. Er…evenings. He didn’t do waking. And when he had to, it was never graceful.
