Dropping his hands down on the desk, Jackson groaned in frustration. “Fucking hell, I forgot all about your father. I can just imagine whathe’llthink of me.”
Pulling his mate onto his lap, Steel nuzzled the sensitive spot behind Jackson’s ear, alternating between featherlight kisses and licking before saying, “Don’t you know you can’t do anything wrong in my parents’ eyes?”
Feeling his body react to his mate’s touches, Jackson closed his eyes, savoring them. Turning his head, he pressed his lips against the ones he loved, slipping his tongue inside. Tasting his mate’s unique flavor, Jackson moaned as his cock grew hard. Wiggling against his mate’s groin, he deepened the kiss, making sure his mate knew what he wanted. When Steel rose and carried him over to the love seat, Jackson murmured against his mate’s mouth, “Hey, lover, don’t forget to lock the door.”
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Sighing when the spinning finally stopped, Brady kept his eyes closed, allowing his stomach to settle. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself by throwing up in front of the Keeper of All Magic; he’d never live that down.Maybe that’s what I should request as payment for helping Remy…the ability to translocate without getting space sickness.Inhaling deeply, a tantalizing scent filled his lungs, stirring his dick from its relaxed repose in his pants. If there were any doubts about having a Fated Mate, they were gone as he sucked in the delicious rose aroma surrounding him.
Ignoring his upset stomach, Brady opened his eyes, searching the room for the being who was his Fated Mate. Spying two men standing next to a bed, his eyes took in the whole scene before focusing on the pale man lying so still.Mate!Hurrying over to Lucius, he picked up the cold hand, raising it to his mouth, kissing it gently. “Leelan, I’m here.”
Joining Brady at Lucius’ bedside, Oracle asked, “How is he?”
Kieran shook his head sadly. “I’m losing him…even with the addition ofmacushla’sstrength.”
“My mate needs my blood,” Brady announced, rolling up his shirt sleeve.
“Your mate needs more blood then you can afford to give,” Logan said. “The only way to save Lucius is for you to claim him.”
“Did he give permission for me to claim him?” asked Brady and, after receiving no affirmative responses, continued, “Then we have to find a different way because it’s against the law to claim him without his consent.”
“What if I use a sample of Brady’s blood to make more?” asked Remy. “I did it before when I conjured up the bags of Type O blood.”
“It’s worth a try,” Logan said.
Brady quickly offered his wrist to Remy. “Here, go ahead and make the cut. Hurry!”
Pressing his finger to the inside of Brady’s wrist, Remy waved his other hand over it, creating a one inch opening in the flesh that immediately began to bleed. Within seconds, six bags of Brady’s replicated blood appeared. Handing five of them to Logan, Remy used the sixth to replace the bag currently in use. “I recommend you ask him if he’s willing to have you claim him as soon as he opens his eyes.”
“Merci, Remy,” Brady said, softly, sitting down on the chair next to his mate. Taking both of Lucius’ hands in his, he rested them on Lucius’s chest. Now all Brady could do was wait…and pray to the gods to save his mate.
