ass. The torment was heavenly, the pressure within heading to levels of bursting. Between breaths all
he could do was cry, dragged across fields of physical pleasure he never knew existed. He was the
most vulnerable he had ever been, and yet, he had never felt so mighty.
He was in love, and to be loved in return was an invincible armor that no mortal force could ever tear
asunder.
Snod didn’t even realize he was coming until he was screaming Frankie’s name, his hips violently
slamming back against his cock as his orgasm stole away any last remaining cognitive thought. They
dipped and rolled together, their bodies slick with the sheen of Snod’s sweat, sliding against each
other in perfect harmony.
Frankie’s climax was quieter, but Snod felt the strangely cool rush of his cum unloading inside of him.
He was ready to hyperventilate at the thought of his body being stuffed with another man’s seed, but
the terror evaporated with Frankie’s gentle voice in his ear.
“I love you, Obe,” Frankie said, kissing his cheek. “I will always love you.”
“I love you,” Snod replied passionately, his body exhausted and thrumming with joy. “Forever.”
They both knew what a commitment that was; love was meant to be an eternal spark, and that was
especially true when one of the two people involved was a vampire.
Forever really meant forever, and Snod has already made up his mind.
He wanted his forever to be with Frankie.
Chapter Seventeen
“Terrell Guiscard.”
“What?” Snod lifted his head curiously, not understanding what Frankie had said. He was still high on
the euphoria of making love and had been contemplating going again before Frankie spoke up.
“My Maker,” Frankie sighed, snuggling closer. He repositioned himself against Snod’s side, tracing
his fingers lazily along his chest as he clarified, “His name is Terrell Guiscard.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Snod whispered, confused as his stomach flipped with dread. “I don’t
need to know.”
“Because I trust you,” Frankie said simply. “Because I love you, and there shouldn’t be any secrets
left between us.”
Snod frowned, reaching for Frankie’s hand.
“He took me, he used the bond to manipulate me, and he turned me against my will,” Frankie went on,
