Lysander lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “If you put your mind to it, I’m sure you could. But I’m a fairy. We can move freely through all realms. Everyone wants us.” He added the last bit using his most sexual tone.
Stone flipped.
Lysander found himself beneath a very hungry-looking vampire. “But only one being matters now.” Stone shoved his hand beneath Lysander’s ass and squeezed. He lowered his head and swiped his lips against Lysander’s mouth in a featherlight kiss. Then Stone rolled out of the bed as if nothing had happened. “I can feel your hunger. What would you like to eat? I’ll make you something.”
A growl rose in Lysander’s throat. Stone drove him crazy, and he knew it. With barely any effort, Lysander lunged. He hauled Stone back into bed and straddled him. “You’re right. I’m starving—for you.” He easily tore away Stone’s clothes with no shame. Life would bend to him. No more interferences. “Give me that dick.”
The way Stone laughed at the demand might have driven him off into a pout any other time. But Stone was right. Lysander needed to feed. He needed real food too, but carnal energy was his top priority. Still, he couldn’t let Stone get the upper hand. “I thought you worried about my well-being. Maybe I’ll just—” Lysander made a move, as if he meant to leave the bed.
A scary sound burst from Stone as he attacked. The wisps of the clothes they had left fell away in shreds with the slightesttugs from Stone. Just like last time, Lysander barely had time to use his magic to prepare before Stone was inside him. “I’m the only one who has what you need.” Stone ripped into Lysander’s throat and drank. The orgasm of all orgasms lit the room. No doubt he had probably blinded Stone with the way he glowed, but Stone didn’t stop making love to him, and that was what it was. His explosion had blocked out everything except the way his body felt. Now he recognized how Stone had gone from violence to tenderly rocking inside him while Lysander had been trying to hang on to his sanity.
Lysander’s chest burned with emotion. They felt connected. He wanted to say everything in his heart.
Tell me.
The soft demand brushed his mind like a butterfly kiss. Lysander didn’t play dumb. He knew what Stone sought. “I love you.”
The way Stone melted inside at Lysander’s words completely rocked Lysander. He saw and felt how deeply Stone needed to hear Lysander’s emotions spoken aloud. He ached for what only Lysander could give him.
“I love you too.”
It seemed Stone wasn’t the only one who needed those words. When the soft declaration caressed his brain, another blazing quake had him whimpering and chanting Stone’s name. This time, Stone was right there with him, but Lysander needed Stone to fly higher than ever. He bit Stone’s shoulder. The waves thatcrashed through Stone nearly took out Lysander’s sanity. Maybe they were brand new at this mate thing, but Lysander thought they were beautiful.
The sweetest kiss swiped his skin. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
Lysander drew a steadying breath through his nose. He kind of loved having Stone in his head, listening to his thoughts. That wasn’t something he had considered. But Lysander felt less alone in the world. Until Stone filled a hole in his life, Lysander hadn’t noticed how much had been missing.
“What should we do next?”
A loud laugh burst from Lysander at Stone’s question. He was deliriously happy. “We should probably get some real food in us. Don’t you think?”
With Stone draped over his body, he felt the way Stone shook when he laughed. “Are you telling me a fairy and a vampire can’t live on sex alone?”
“Well, I can,” Lysander taunted.
Stone snorted.
Lysander couldn’t stop smiling. “As much as I know you could survive on just my blood, you need your strength. I intend to be a harsh taskmaster, expecting to be serviced often.”
Stone rolled to his side, chuckling. “Damn. I’m glad I found you.”
Lysander held his stare. “Me too.”
They shared a smile.
Lysander already knew they would climb from this bed, and he would cook for Stone. Afterward, Stone would try to seduce him while Lysander played hard to get before giving in. It would be a short fight. When he thought about the future, that was all he saw. Days, years, and centuries of love. Nothing had ever sounded better.
Chapter Eight
Stonehatedhewasnervous, but he was. Before his possession, Stone had always just sort of shown up to work each day. It wasn’t like he’d had anything else to do, really. He didn’t actually need sleep unless he was injured. A lot of his kind slept just to have a way to fill hours in the day. Forever was a long time to entertain yourself. Being newly mated, Stone didn’t need to find ways to do something other than work or sleep. Lysander kept him busy now. A smile stretched his lips just thinking about all the ways Lysander could entertain him.
Unfortunately, Stone couldn’t stay on his honeymoon forever. It wasn’t fair to expect anyone else to step in so he could stay home—not that he believed Frost needed him at all. Still, Celeste had asked this of him when Frost had come into his powers. He supposed he would stick to the duty until she said otherwise. He felt honor-bound, and—truthfully—it was his honor to serve. Most especially, he wanted to see Celina.
While Lysander had assured him Stone had somehow managed to pass Celina to Frost before ending up on the floor, Stone still wanted to check on her. He hated the thought of him going into a seizure while holding her. Plus, Stone wanted to see her smile again. Stone picked up his step at just the thought.
As he broke through the woods into the clearing behind Frost’s house, Fen stepped in his path, stopping him from going any farther. “Damn, man. I’ve been waiting for an age for you to come back. What’s kept you away?”
Despite his concerns about any lingering hard feelings, Stone smiled. Fen had been his friend for a long time. They had come to America together from Scotland. He had hoped if anyone wanted to stay friends, it would be Fen. “My mate.”
