Page 4 of The Blood Debt

Daley leaned down further and placed a kiss on the tip of Bram’s nose. "No one will ever touch you again." He picked Bram up and carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the counter. He decided to shower with his beloved; the thought of waiting in the other room was out of the question.

Bram smiled, obviously on board with what he was planning. Daley stripped down and adjusted the temperature of the spray before slowly taking the thin tank top off his beloved. Seeing the bruises on his baby stirred his anger once again, but he didn't want to dampen the moment, so he pushed it down. The man who put them there is already dead, he told himself, and moved to remove the tiny shorts.

He lifted Bram up and slipped the shorts off his hips and moved them quickly down his legs and off. He tossed them with the tank top into the trash. He looked up and noticed Bram was looking at him with a heated stare that was absolutely scorching. He then wrapped his arms around Daley’s neck and his legs around his waist as Daley lifted from the counter and turned toward the large walk-in shower.

He stepped inside and buried his face in the crook of Bram's neck and took several long and cleansing breaths. The little bunny was delicious. His scent was light but potent. It was a cross between lemon and sweetgrass, and he could not get enough of it. The scent wrapped around his mind and tied his heart into knots.

Daley pressed Bram's back to the tile wall to get balance while he moved his hands over his body, getting the sense and touch of his beloved. The warm water cascaded over them, calm and relaxing. "I want to claim you, Bram," Daley said, making his intentions clear. Bram tightened his arms around Daley's neck and placed a hard kiss on his lips. It was hungry, ravenous, even in its intensity. His little bunny was not playing around, which was good.

He nudged his hard erection against Bram’s crease and felt the bunny’s own stiffness pressing into his stomach. He wasn't large, but he was a stunner in beauty and body. The kiss went on and on and heated every inch of Daley's body. Bram's hands were in his hair, and he was slowly humping, searching for satisfaction, searching for that connection.

Gradually he slid his hand down Bram’s back and circled his hole with the tip of his index finger. Bram panted softly into Daley’s mouth and continued to eat away at his lips. The little bunny was insatiable, and Daley couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

The heat generated by their combined desire was consuming them both. Daley felt his body tremble with the need to be inside this beautiful body as soon as possible. Bram trailed his kisses down Daley's throat, and the sensations passing over his flesh in waves had Daley catching his breath. He was discovering that intimacy with your beloved was just as overpowering and intense as he'd been told, maybe more so.

CHAPTER THREE

Bram was stuck between feeling unsure and feeling like he was the luckiest man in Chicago. His life was minutes away from ending, and now he was wrapped around his mate in the throes of completing their bond. His mate had rescued him from the wolves and had killed every wolf at the table. Bram was waiting to wake up because this was too good to be happening to him. Nothing good ever happened to him.

His mate was a vampire warrior; he was mighty and ruthless, and he tasted like heaven on earth. "You're mine, Daley. You're my mate. You belong to me." He was laying his claim, and no one was going to get in his way. Daley smiled and pressed on Bram's tight hole, sinking his finger inside.

“I’m all yours, baby, and you are all mine," Daley responded and pushed the head of his cock against Bram’s entrance. Bram pushed down, eager for the burn and for the feeling of being filled. He rolled his hips and bore down harder and felt Daley tense as he slid completely inside.

"You're so tight, so hot, so perfect, baby." Daley's deep voice cracked out between his clenched teeth, and he pressed his face into Bram’s shoulder. He moved in and out, the friction making Bram’s head spin and his heart hitch in his chest. His mate was powerful and handsome and built like a god.

The sensations rushing through him were intense and raw and rejuvenating. Fate was generous, and kind Daley was the answer to all his prayers. He pressed down, forcing him deeper, and Daley groaned loudly, echoing off the hard tile as the warm water flowed over them.

He could feel the cool tiles at his back as Daley pounded inside him, filling him full and stretching him tight; the sensations were delicious. The build was rapid. Bram had not been with anyone in this way in a while, and the fact that it was his mate taking him pushed him to the edge in minutes.

He felt Daley tremble while delivering rapid thrusts, splitting him open, and then it hit them both. He saw the vampire in Daley's face; the eyes were red, and the teeth were long and sharp. His features were all sharp and angular, and he was beautiful; the vampire did not scare him. This vampire was gorgeous and belonged to him.

Bram came in a rush and exploded, causing his body to jerk as he filled the space between their wet, naked bodies with his seed. His rabbit did not make an appearance; he was still buried pretty deep, but Bram could feel him, and soon he would be brave enough to show himself. He felt his leg tremble and move with the happiness he was feeling, and it was nice.

Daley pressed him hard against the shower wall when his climax took him. He came in powerful streams, hot and fragrant, filling Bram and leaking out, dripping to the shower floor. Daley struck immediately, sinking his sharp teeth into Bram's neck, latching on and feeding, taking in Bram's blood.

The suction was titillating and sent goosebumps over Bram's flesh. Within seconds, Bram exploded once again; his seed ran down Daley's chest and stomach. Daley drank deeply, and Bram sensed the tendrils of their bond coming together, and suddenly, in an instant, it snapped into place. The vampire was in his mind, in his heart, and in his soul, and they were coming together as one.

Daley licked Bram’s neck until all he felt was a sharp pleasure center where his teeth had been. "That was unbelievable. Will it always be like that?"

"Always." Was his deep, guttural response, and then he was kissing him again, eating away at his lips like a starving man. Slowly he slid out of Bram's body, much to his displeasure. He loved the feel of having his mate’s massive cock deep inside of him.

He let Bram slide down his body and onto his feet but kept an arm around him, holding him steady as he lathered him up, cleaning his body and then gently shampooing his hair. Bram had never in his life felt so pampered; he leaned back against Daley, letting him leisurely rinse him off.

“That was heaven.” He mumbled.

"You are heaven, my love," Daley whispered in that sexy, gravely tone of his that Bram's was becoming addicted to. They finished up, and Daley turned off the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel. He wrapped Bram in the towel and quickly dried him off. The care he was receiving was so tender his heart kept hitching at the unexpected attention and thoughtfulness.

Once Daley was satisfied, he picked Bram back up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom. He sat down in a large chair opposite the bed. He kept Bram in his lap and moved him so that Bram was straddling his lap with a knee on either side of his hips. The setup was delicious. "I need more, baby, so much more." He said, and his eyes held Bram's with a piercing stare. Bram felt his body tremble with the thoughts of what was to come.

"Whatever you need, sweetheart, I am right here." Bram had never been so verbal or so forward with a lover. He had always taken a silent role, just there to serve, not to be acknowledged. Daley saw him; he saw every inch of him.

Daley was massive and hard as a fucking rock once again, and Bram could not stop smiling. Daley's hands smoothed across Bram's arms and hips and back; the caress was so sweet. He'd known little intimacy that wasn't rough and painful, especially with the wolves these past three days. They got off on pain and submission, not the playful, balanced submission, but the broken, brutalized kind of submission.

The wolves touched him with hands that demoralized, but Daley touched him with hands that praised and honored, and every beautiful caress brought out his rabbit instincts, bringing him to the surface, urging him to come out of hiding.

Bram dropped his head and kissed Daley's jaw while running his hand up and down his long length, positioning it against his hole and dropping down an inch at a time, letting Daley’s cock slowly disappear within his body. It was mesmerizing and so charged he could feel the excitement building in his blood and in his bones.

He settled himself down with Daley fully seated inside him and then started a rapid rhythm of downward thrusts and release, taking him deep and then backing off. He was in control. Daley gave him the power to bring him to the point of exquisite pleasure. He held his shoulders for balance and bent to place several wet proprietary kisses to Daley's lips and face while hammering his ass against his hard cock.