“Because you need to eat.”
Seth set sharp teeth against Riley’s neck with obvious intent, and Riley gave up hope on his erection ever going down. “You need to eathumanblood,” he insisted. “You can’t only feed on me.”
Yes, he can, Riley’s voice crooned.Bite us. Drain us. Drink us dry.
Riley gave the metaphorical finger to the horny, obsessed creep inside him.Not fucking helpful.
He cleared his throat, clasping Seth’s wrist and lifting his hand away from Riley’s jeans. “Also, everyone’s already on the porch. Watching us.”
Thatgot Seth’s attention. He drew up with a start from where he’d been draped over the console, turning to look out the passenger-side window to the house’s porch, where Wolfe, Eric, and Riley’s moms were all standing in a group, very obviously staring directly into Seth’s car.
Only Eric had the grace to look remotely embarrassed at being caught spying. The other three only looked various shades of smug.
Riley would have liked to be annoyed by that, but the smugness matched his own all too well.
My mate, his very being seemed to purr.I’ve claimed him.
After several…vigorous and thorough rounds of consummation, Riley had texted his moms, letting them know he was going to need to make use of some of their blood stash. Seth had seemed more concerned with draining Riley’s cum than draining anyone’s blood, but Riley knew his mate would get hungry eventually. And he was going to make absolutelysureSeth was never hungry in a way that would cause him to hurt someone. It would cost Seth too much to take a human life—Riley would never allow it.
As Riley’s moms waved enthusiastically, Seth’s cheeks flushed pink, and he let out a belated, startled squeak, flying back from Riley like his touch was suddenly fire.
It was a reminder that underneath the horny, newly turned vampire exterior, Seth was still Seth. A cheerful, kind, trusting man who was definitely mortified at having been caught molesting his young boyfriend in his in-laws’ driveway.
Riley couldn’t help his grin.
Seth swatted him in the chest. “Why didn’t yousaysomething?” he hissed.
“I just did.”
“Oh my God.” Seth lunged to open the passenger-side door, almost falling out during his escape. Maybe he was still getting used to his new strength and speed, or maybe he was just too embarrassed to get his feet under him properly.
Riley followed him to the porch at a more sedate pace, trying and failing not to look like a proud husband bringing his new bride home.
Immediately, both Riley’s moms swept Seth into a three-person hug, cooing and clucking over him like two stylish mother hens.
“Welcome to the family!” Mama Daphne cried.
Eric grinned at Riley. “Congrats.”
Riley didn’t need to return the smile, because he was already beaming. “Thanks.”
He and Seth switched places so Riley could be smothered in motherly affection in Seth’s stead. Seth held out a hand to Eric. “Hello again. I hear you like my muffins.”
“He’s particularly fond of cinnamon rolls as well,” Wolfe drawled. “You’ll make some for him before our departure.”
Eric widened his eyes at Wolfe as he shook Seth’s hand. “Um, you don’t have to.”
“He does,” Wolfe said.
“I’ll add it to the menu tomorrow,” Seth told Eric, completely ignoring Wolfe, which was probably the wisest course of action. “Although, there’s a question of whether anyone will come in. I have to be the wishy-washiest small-business owner in town with all these unexpected lost days.” He looked around the porch. “Where’s Violet?”
“She returned home,” Mama Daphne told Seth. “Shepromised to, quote, blow up your phone later, end quote. She’s a lovely girl.”
Riley’s moms ushered everyone into the house and toward the kitchen. There was a pot of blood on the stove, simmering on low heat. Riley usually just tossed his in the microwave, but clearly they were going all out for his new mate. As they damn well should.
Seth’s eyes widened the second he smelled the blood, but he didn’t react otherwise.
Wolfe took a seat at the kitchen table, pulling Eric onto his knee. “Does your bakery have a social media presence? That’s how my Eric finds his points of interest when we travel.”
