A mischievous smile stretched across Lysander’s face. Not even his weakened state dimmed his carnality, which practically dripped from him. “When you’re about to work, you need the proper equipment.”
Happiness rushed through him, the way it had always done when Stone found himself alone with Lysander. Goddess, he couldn’t have asked for a better pairing. If he had to spend eternity with anyone, he was glad it was Lysander. He always made every thought and worry vanish.
Lysander stroked Stone’s erection. His skin tone improved by the second. “I’m already wet for you. You should take advantage of that.”
Fuck, he was hot. Lysander’s brand of magic made everything better. He never had to stop to find lube. Still… “You’re my mate. I want better for you than just to get fucked.”
Their connection grew closer at his admission. He felt the pride rise inside Lysander. Lysander needed Stone to recognize their bond. The knowledge came as clearly as if those thoughts had been his own.
“Considering I might actually die if you don’t get inside me soon, I’m pretty cool with just getting fucked. Plus, I love the—”
Lysander’s words were cut short by his cry as Stone quickly changed positions and impaled him. A bright glow radiated from his body, and his back bowed. Yeah. This was his person. Stone went wild. Lysander’s hole was like nothing he had ever experienced elsewhere, and Stone was a self-proclaimed man-whore. He had enjoyed centuries of every creature in existence. In retrospect, he should have recognized Lysander as his mate immediately. Stone had been told his entire life that mates were different. That no one else would quench his thirst after theircoupling. He believed it, since he hadn’t—willingly—wanted anyone else since. Stone had to slam the door on those thoughts. He didn’t know how much Lysander could see in his mind yet. The last thing he wanted was for Lysander to get hurt. Plus, Lysander felt fucking amazing beneath him. Stone wanted to remember every second.
His fangs scraped Lysander’s skin. He was scared to bite. Stone wasn’t so far gone that he had forgotten he was sick. He couldn’t harm his mate.
Lysander didn’t give him a choice in the matter. He snatched Stone’s hair and dragged him into a kiss. Before Stone saw it coming, he had Stone’s neck in his mouth with another swift tug. Blinding lights popped in his vision as Lysander’s teeth sank into his skin. If Stone had been the least bit capable, he would have begged Lysander to stop. He would tell Lysander everything and ensure he understood why this was a bad idea. Nothing but blinding ecstasy existed in his mind and body. He couldn’t even move from the way his cock pumped jets of cum into Lysander’s ass. Stone couldn’t come down. The mind-bending orgasm seemed to last forever. Someone could walk right up and kill him. Stone still wouldn’t know he was dead. He couldn’t even breathe. His hips wouldn’t stop rolling, trying to get as deep as possible. Lysander licked the place he had bitten, and Stone’s mind cleared a little. A gust of wind chilled the cum coating Stone’s torso. That was the only proof he had that he’d pleased Lysander. At least he hadn’t totally failed Lysander… yet.
“You won’t destroy me. I feel how badly you want this. The longing coats your mind. It’s all I can see.”
Lysander had claimed him, and now he saw the ugliness. Damn. Lysander had claimed him. This time, that thought fully sank in. Lysander was right. The longing crippled him. His fangs itched to bite—to take his rightful place.
“Please? I want that.”
At Lysander’s plea, Stone kissed his neck, equally teasing them. His body tingled with anticipation. He might come again. It would be just explosive. Stone was sure of it. He was still hard inside Lysander, ready to make him leak with cum for days. He sucked the spot he had kissed. His hunger grew bigger than anything he had ever experienced. Stone swore he already tasted the magic-filled blood coating his mouth.
Nope. Not today, slave. A claimed mate will give you grounding I can’t tolerate right now. I’m not done with you yet.
“No.” Stone didn’t know if the guttural denial was Lysander’s or his.
He couldn’t even see Lysander any longer, much less feel him. Everything surrounding him was just gone. He fought like hell to find the light. Any light. Nothing existed but an inky void.
For fuck’s sake. Stop fighting. You’ll get your pathetic mate back soon enough.
“Let me go.” Stone screamed the words and pushed as hard as he could against the walls of his mind. For a moment, he stood feetfrom Lysander. Lysander looked terrified. Fear filled every inch of Stone. “What’s happening to me?”
Stone would never know if Lysander answered. Things went black again. This time, he was gone.
Chapter Three
Therewasnotimeto waste. Lysander was recharged. He had claimed his mate, and now he saw everything Stone did. While Lysander might be just a fairy to other creatures, their species shouldn’t be overlooked. The magic they wove through the world was a powerful thing. He wasn’t afraid to fight. Lysander had once been a soldier for his people. He could be that warrior again.
Lysander dressed as a human would before appearing at Frost’s door. Alarms blared, and vampires appeared, surrounding him. They looked fierce and ready to kill any enemy. Lysander did his best to remain as sultry as possible. Nothing disarmed men like lust.
Leif was the first to lower his sword. “Lysander, hey.” He eyed Lysander for a moment. “You don’t look sick to me.”
“I’m well.”
The deep line between Leif’s eyebrows didn’t relax. “I thought Stone was with you.”
Before Lysander could speak, the front door opened. Stone stared out at him. “I take it the perimeter alarm was a false one.”
His eyes were different. Even Leif looked confused by him. He wasn’t Stone. Things were worse than Lysander feared. The dark one obviously lived Stone’s life like nothing had changed. Was this a ploy to get close to Frost? Would he hurt Celina? Lysander couldn’t let that happen.
“I thought you were still in Faerie.”
Stone shrugged at Leif’s statement. “I got back a few minutes ago.” His gaze latched onto Lysander. “I assume you’re here for Frost.”
Lysander nodded along, keeping the lie going. “I—”
