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Teeth struck, sinking into Octavius’s wrist, catching him unawares. Lightning buzzed up his arm.
Octavius yanked, trying to pull away, but Saint’s fangs hooked in, holding him fast. He didn’twantto pull away, but damn, what if Saint was so out of his mind, he lashed out with venom? Something Octavius should have thought about before now…
Shit, he wouldn’t, would he?
“No venom, just blood. Drink,”Octavius sent. Saint wouldn’t have heard spoken words, but he couldn’t ignore a demand in his head, even if he was too far gone to recognize it as a friend’s.
His teeth widened the wound, his tongue worked, prying blood free, and Octavius shuddered. He shouldn’t like it. This was for… science, yes science. To see if it could be done, and to save Saint’s life, but by Nyx, the sensation of Saint’s tongue probing, and the thought of where else it might probe, had his cock hardening and heavy with need.
Desire aside, this was progress. Saint was aware enough to drink, and he didn’t appear to be about to launch into a killing spree. At least, Octavius hoped not.
He let him feed, watched his throat move, felt his mouth suck—until a chill spread through him, a warning to stop. He pulled, and Saint’s teeth clamped down harder with a growl. Octavius pulled again, and Saint’s growl deepened. His eyes opened, and their silvery sheen fixed on Octavius. Saint wasn’t home. The nyktelios was a beast of hunger, nothing else mattered, and right now, it had Octavius in its sights.
Octavius tore his wrist free.
Saint lunged, and even as weak as he was, he grabbed Octavius. Octavius tried to shove him back but stumbled under his weight, and they both toppled, tangled on the floor.
Octavius flipped onto his front. Fangs scorched his neck, his vision spun, head throbbed, and other parts throbbed too. Saint’s erect cock pressed against Octavius’s thigh, and for a moment—a terrifying, confusing moment—he feared Saint meant to take him from behind. And he wanted it. Ached for it.
“Stop!”
Saint stopped but stayed on him, a great weight on Octavius’s back.
“Let me go. Return to the bed. Rest.”
Saint crawled off, climbed onto the bed, and slumped chest down, wings spread, ass up, with his clothes hanging off him in rags. Octavius stayed on the floor a while, breathing, burning, needing. He dabbed at his neck, but the bite was already healing.
If it weren’t for Octavius’s gift, Saint would have taken him in every way, in blood and body. And he’d… wanted him to.
Octavius waited until his own body had cooled, then swayed on his feet, took a long look at Saint’s impressive nyktelios form, and stumbled from the room. “Jayden?”
“Yeah, I’m here—” Jayden’s arms came around him, and Octavius folded him close, then drove his fangs into his neck, like biting into a peach. He needed blood to replenish what Saint had taken, but he needed more, he needed a release. He pinned Jayden to the hallway wall and ground his cock against the human’s hip. Jayden moaned, and his hands grabbed at Octavius. Teeth in his neck, cock hard against his warmth, Octavius rocked, and fed, and swallowed, and smelled human, and consumed blood, and burned up, and thought of what it would be like to have Saint’s clawed hands on his hips, his thighs slapping his ass, and his dick pounding deep inside at the same time as his fangs were buried in his neck.
He came so hard and tore his fangs free with a shout before any venom could spill in and poison Jayden. He still hadthatmuch control, if little else. A dampness clung to his groin. Shame rolled in. “I’m sorry.” He’dusedJayden.
“It’s all right.” Jayden blinked sleepy blue eyes, and he touched Octavius’s face with a warm hand. “You can dry fuck me any time.” He slumped, almost falling.
Octavius scooped the man into his arms. He’d taken too damn much. Curse his own needs!
“Fuck.” He carried Jayden into the lounge and draped him on the couch, then tucked a blanket over him. His heart was strong. He’d be all right. But if Octavius didn’t get this right, if he couldn’t control himself, then the delicate balancing act might get them all killed.
* * *
This couldn’t be rushed.Jayden needed a few days to recover, and while he did, there was no biting, no feeding, just Jayden looking after himself. Octavius stayed quiet and waited. Hedemandedmore groceries out of a gas station clerk several miles from the safehouse, making sure Jayden had everything he needed, ensuring he was fed and refueled. Nurtured.
“You should make me one of you,” Jayden said from the couch. He reclined, reading a book, wearing just a t-shirt and baggy pants.
“A nyktelios?” The thought repulsed Octavius.
“Yeah.”
“No.”
Jayden lowered the dog-eared paperback to his chest and tilted his head, peering back at Octavius preparing steak and salad in the kitchen. He’d never needed to cook much, but there was something relaxing about busying himself while waiting for Jayden to heal. It felt good, providing for him. He preferred not to think too long on that and what it meant. Probably nothing.
“But we’re a team, and I’m always going to be the weak human.”
“No. And you’re not weak. We rely on you, and that makes you strong.” He poked the sizzling steaks around the pan.
