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“What do you think I want, Dominic?”
My cock throbbed every time he said my name, like he had woven some magic through me. “I know what you want. There is no thinking.” I pulled at his grip, but he tightened it.
I wasn’t sure which of us would win in a fight. It would be an interesting bet to take, but I wasn’t about to push it right now. I wanted his cock, not broken bones.
“I don’t believe you have any idea what I truly want right now.”
I flicked my tongue over his teeth, flirting with danger. The tiniest of nick could send us both into blood lust, which would cut our foreplay short. He growled against my lips.
“None?”
“No.” His words cut through my arousal like ice. “We need to finish our discussion.”
My growl met his. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Part of our issue, lover.”
“I let you in, didn’t I?” I wasn’t a words type of guy. I was more wolf than human most days, and physical was so much easier. “We talked. Let’s fuck.”
"And in the morning?” Vinkettin asked. “How many mornings have we left sated but suffering more with the distance?”
“Are you staying the night?” I stared at him. This was news to me. I don’t think I remembered a time when he was still here when I woke.
“This is why we need to talk.”
“Fine.” I stepped back, pulling at his grasp. He released my wrist, and I rubbed it before picking up my glass and shooting it. “I’m going to need a lot more whiskey if that’s the case.”
“I wish you’d stock something else.” He retrieved the bottle.
“For when you never come to my place?” I asked, leading the way to the porch to sit on one of the rockers. The warmth from the sun had broken, and a breeze blew through the trees, promising a cool night. Spring was around the corner, and my days dwindled.
Vin walked around the chair and stood in front of me. I’d had plenty of visions of him between my knees while I was sitting here. I’d come groaning his name, coating my stomach in memories of our times together.
“I’m here now.” He pulled the other rocker around to face mine.
“And I’m listening.”
He took my glass out of my hand and filled it with the bottle he’d collected, first taking a drink before passing it back. “We have to stop the back and forth and half attempts. I either have to walk away to save myself some sanity or—”
He was baiting me to ask, and I took it. “Or what?”
“Do you remember the night we met? I was on your land.”
“Yes.” That first night was as fresh as if it were this morning. I could taste him on the cool air still, his scent infused in my brain like I’d known it for my entire existence. I was meant for him, and he for me. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I’d searched for you for years. I could feel you always tugging me toward you. I felt the tie form. Many don’t recognize the sensation until they face their soul tie, but I knew. I didn’t know your name or what you were, but I could feel you there. It took me many years to narrow it down to this place. This gods-forsaken place, dead to all but your kind and nearly dead to them, too.”
I scoffed at his words. “My people have lived on this land for thousands of years. We returned here because our magic is in this ground.”
He gave me a pointed look but continued. “We are in the middle of dying mining towns, with hazardous mountain passes and more wolves than people. There are hardly enough jobs to provide for the mouths, and more humans leave every year, running from the rot of civilization. You know this isn’t the only thing out there. You know there is more to this life. More for me, but I’m here. In hell. In the abandoned crust of society for someone I’m sure doesn’t like me most days.” Each and every one of his words hit my chest. They pushed their way through my flesh and into my muscle, and I’d feel their wounds for a long time.
“I understand why you return to your penthouse in the city.” It was a couple hours, but not an impossible distance.
“Don’t you want more?”
“I’m making something of this place,” I snarled through my teeth, and I was. If only to feed my people. “I’m making more of where my people belong. We were meant to shepherd this place.”
“Slowly, yes. I commend you for the…tourist industry you’ve created.” Vin offered a tight smile and a sardonic golf clap.
