“I mean…does any of the council even live here?”
Foxx tilted his head, obviously thinking it over before saying, “The council has twelve members… While I can’t say for certain, as I don’t keep up with them, I think maybe…one or two live here. The council chairman, the person that sowillinglyhad a conversation with me about their policies on dhampirs, lives in Rome. Something I found out and helpfully informed Daydric about…just in case.”
Yep, just in case the man needed to track him down and kill him.
He chuckled. “Very willing, I’m sure. Speaking of Daydric, do you think him and his siblings will be on board?”
“They, like the council, know how easily the world can turn against us. Even if they ultimately believe it can’t affect them, they will cooperate. The werewolf council, on the other hand… They will likely thinkweare the ones trying to poison them.”
Harlow snorted. “Yeah…I’m glad I’m not the one who has to tell them. As that is going to be one pissed off group of furballs.”
Foxx sighed. “Really, the problem is less the councils and more the individuals. Because even if we get both councils to cooperate, let’s be real… The government and the councils can mandate all they want, but it doesn’t mean people will listen.”
He smirked. “I suppose we are proof of that, aren’t we?”
“Well, it’s their fault for not saying anything worth listening to,” Foxx giggled.
“Brat.” He chuckled, and then his smile dropped. “Speaking of you being a brat… Really, Foxx…explain to me why you are stitching shit onto MY clothes.”
A brand new leather jacket that he had just gotten back from the tailor, who’d altered and added all the pockets Harlow could ever ask for, and now there was a fucking heart on the sleeve…
“I’m showing my love for my boyfriend! Is that so bad?” Foxx huffed.
“Show it in a different way!”
“It’s too late, you might as well let me keep going.”
The words had his hackles raising as he narrowed his eyes on the vampire. “What do youmeanit’s too late?”
Foxx blinked his large aquamarine green eyes at him, and innocently said, “The pants and jacket may not be…the only items I have touched.”
“Foxx…” he growled.
The vampire slipped from his chair. His hands winding behind his back, the man started backing away from the table. “I mean, just think about it. If I stop now, a small part of your wardrobe won’t match!”
Harlow let loose a deep growl as he stood from his seat.
Foxx took a few more steps back, the man obviously heading towards the stairs. “You might as well just give in and accept your fate, old man.”
He lunged over the table, landing on all fours in the spot where Foxx just was, the vampire had already taken off towards the stairs with a high-pitched squeal.
With an angry dhampir close behind him, Foxx’s heart raced as he sprinted up the stairs, towards their bedroom. But the moment he stepped inside, intending to close and lock the door, a clawed hand grabbed hold of his arm and yanked Foxx back.
His head practically spun while he was pulled around without care. Barely registering the noise of the door slamming shut, and the sound of wood splintering, in quick succession he found himself sealed inside with the man, his back pressed hard against said door, with Harlow’s mouth now on his.
Foxx latched onto the man’s shirt, moaning as the dhampir roughly explored his mouth, his lips bruising, Harlow's facial hair scratched at his skin. Foxx’s cock hardened quickly, and he was about to melt against him, but Harlow broke off. The dhampir dragged him further into the room and lifted him up before tossing him onto the bed. Foxx barely had a chance to bounce on his back before Harlow was hovering over him, the man grabbing the front of his new bunny jumper and tearing it apart.
“Hey!” Foxx protested. “I just got that!” He covered his chest, glaring.
“Jee, was that new?” Harlow ground out. “Too bad.”
Hearing the harsh, angry tone to the man's voice, Foxx opened his mouth, about to bitch at him, but the dhampir's tongue invaded his mouth, stopping any words. Foxx groaned when the man grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms by his sides.
He opened his mouth further, welcoming the man in, but the kiss didn’t last long. Harlow broke away, biting at his bottom lip before he nipped his way down. Foxx gasped sharply as the man’s fangs scratched along his jaw. But instead of going further, as he assumed the man would, the dhampir suddenly stopped.
“Is this okay?” He glanced down at the question, and found Harlow’s sharp eyes looking up at him.
Foxx swallowed as he was caught in that intense gaze, and it took a moment for his brain to realize what the dhampir was asking. The realization was helped along by the man squeezing his wrists lightly.
