“I think you should give Riley back to me now.”
They frowned. Let another warning rumble leave their throat. This body wastheirs. Too long it had been ill-fitting and unnatural and starved. No one had let them fix it. No one had let them give it what it needed.
Their mate stroked down their arms with steady hands, soothing the savage beast as he gentled his tone. “You see, I want to give Riley another first, and I want him to be here for it. Present. Aware.”
They cocked their head, considering.
After a moment, their mate’s hand drifted down, cupping their cock through the constricting denim.
He squeezed. They groaned.
“I want to touch him now,” their mate whispered. “If you give him back to me…” He squeezed again. “Will you be able to feel it?”
They rumbled an affirmative. They would feel it. And they wanted that. A mate’s eager hands. Perhaps even a mate’s eager mouth.
But first.
They pulled their mate off the ground with one arm, cupping the back of his head with the other hand. They claimed his mouthagain, and he opened for them, eager and wet and wanting, accepting their lips and tongue with perfect submission.
Good.Good.
They sucked and stroked and nibbled. A reminder as much as a claim. That it was all of them together. Not just Riley but also the yes, no, and all of the above.
When they separated from him, their mate was flushed and panting again, no longer spouting nonsense words of “go away” and “bring him back.”
That was better. That was as it should be.
They kissed him again, hard and merciless.
Then they allowed young Riley back to the surface.
13
SETH
Seth couldn’t believe it worked.
It was so strange too, watching the all-consuming black receding from Riley’s eyes until the deep-brown color returned.
Riley’s brow furrowed. He looked shaken and more than a little dazed. “W-What? Did I?—?”
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” Seth soothed, stroking back a lock of Riley’s dark hair. “Come here.”
Seth kissed him, for lack of any better ideas. And because he wanted to, and today seemed to be a day for giving in to the things he wanted.
Riley no longer tasted like blood and cum. His vampire self had kissed Seth too thoroughly for anything to remain but Riley’s natural taste, something sweet and a little spicy.
Riley sucked in a harsh breath as Seth cupped him again through his worn jeans. “I want to make you feel good,” Sethmurmured, pressing an openmouthed kiss to Riley’s chin. “Is that okay?”
It was what Seth had been planning to do before the…interruption.
Seth still didn’t know exactly what had happened. In the moment, he’d barely registered the significance of the bite. He’d been too lost in pleasure and the decadent sight of Riley on his knees, acting like he was so desperate for Seth’s cock that he could hardly see straight.
Seth had already been on the verge of coming, and then Riley had bitten him. And that bite had been like a shot of electricity straight to Seth’s dick. There hadn’t been much room for thought or fear or any reasonable reaction. The resulting orgasm had been too overwhelming, something beyond what a fumbled hand job with a little tongue action should have warranted.
By the time Seth had come back to himself—shuddering through the aftershocks and trying to catch his breath—Riley had been fully drinking from his thigh, all greedy gulps and deeply satisfied growls.
It hadn’t been hard to stop him, was the thing. All it had taken was a gentle tug to his hair, and Riley had come off easily.
