And then there were teeth in his neck again, but Riley wasn’t drinking Seth’s blood. He was shivering, his big body pressing Seth down into the mattress as he just…held Seth’s throat in his jaws as he came.
It was proprietary. Possessive. Animalistic.
Seth’s eyes shut once more, and he let himself fall away.
Seth woke againto find Riley staring down at him, his brow furrowed in concern. His eyes were a deep, dark brown. “It knocked you out.”
Seth licked dry lips. His brain was mush. Too many sex endorphins had turned it into soup. “My orgasm?”
“My stupid voice.”
Seth stretched in the bed, wiggling to work out the soreness in his lower back. The movement brushed his chest up against Riley’s. They were both still naked. That was both wonderful and way too tempting. “I think you need to be nicer to each other. Don’t call him stupid.”
Riley made a noise of disgust. “It’s very smug right now.”
“He,” Seth corrected. “He’s a part of you, Riley.”
“A very smug part of me.”
Seth tried to push the mushy soup of his brain into action.And of course the first thing it went for was guilt. “Was it— Was I wrong, letting him touch me like that? Should I have stopped it?”
He and Riley hadn’t discussed fidelity at all, much less the finer nuances of fidelity when there was a vampire alter ego involved.
But Riley was already shaking his head. “No. You’re its—” He swore, correcting himself. “Hismate too. It—hewould probably riot if you held yourself back for my sake. It wouldn’t be pretty.”
Riley scanned Seth’s face with his usual intensity. He had his hands planted on the mattress on either side of Seth’s head. Nothing felt sticky, so he’d probably cleaned them up again while Seth had been dozing. How thoughtful.
“Was it good?”
Seth coughed at the question, although he probably should have been expecting it. “You’re both, um, very…sensual creatures.”
Riley’s frown morphed into a delighted smile. “Itwasgood. You liked it.”
Embarrassment made Seth scowl. “Why are you proud of that?” Hadn’t Riley been pissed just two seconds ago? Did Seth’s glorious orgasms make that much of a difference to his split-personality-induced jealousy?
“Dunno.” Riley nuzzled his nose against Seth’s hair, breathing in deeply. “I just like making you feel good, I guess.”
“Well, mission fucking accomplished.” Seth fought for enough space to reach for his phone, checking the time. “We need to get the dough.”
Riley kept on nuzzling. “Let’s stay in bed.”
“You can’t keep me hostage in your bed, sexing me up until I agree to be your mate.”
Riley lifted his head, and his immediate, guileless blink told Seth he’d been right on the money with that one.
He pushed gently at Riley’s chest. “Up you go.”
Even if Seth was tempted to let Riley continue with his evilplan, it was the middle of the day, and Seth wouldn’t be able to look the moms in the eye if he and Riley disappeared completely for a sex sabbatical. Deflowering their son was bad enough, and somehow Seth had managed to do that twice.
With a beleaguered sigh, Riley rolled to the side. “But you’ll sleep here tonight?”
“I’ll consider it.”
He would—technically—but Seth was also not above trying to convince Riley to let him leave. Seth had a life to live. And he wasn’t creating distance between them anymore, was he? Definitely not physically, as their multiple, mutual orgasms attested to. So maybe it was time for this house to let Seth go.
After he finished his rolls, of course.
Seth eyed the pile of clothes on the floor with distaste. He’d already slept in those things. “Do you have any sweats you could lend me?”
