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Tonight Dante was certain that Carver would tip his hand. Dante didn’t know what would happen but it wouldn’t be good. And before the boy ran off again, Dante wanted to make sure that Carver was properly fed.

Carver licked his lips like he could already taste Dante’s blood.

“Would that be okay with you?” Dante asked. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his wide chest. He already rid himself of his jacket, shoes, and socks when they entered his private suite.

From the bed, Carver nodded slowly. He was still wearing his faded jeans and a sweater. Dante wanted the boy naked as well.

“I know you are my little baby right now, but can you use your words for me?” Dante requested. Consent was important. And as Dante was nearly certain that Carver’s life as a vampire hadn’t been his choice, Dante wouldn’t be the one that broke Carver’s trust for a second time.

Dante still had his security team looking into Carver’s turning. Yulian was certain that Carver was one of the poor souls that had been attacked during the failed uprising five years ago.

“Hungry, Daddy,” Carver said softly. “Will you feed me?”

He dropped his shirt to the floor. “Yes, baby. Is that all you want?” Dante placed his fingers on his belt buckle so Carver knew what he meant. “Or do you want Daddy to touch you as well?”

Carver’s bright green eyes flashed. That could be answer enough but Dante wanted the words. “Special touches?” Carver asked.

“I would like to give you special touches,” Dante admitted. “Maybe fill you with my cock if that’s not too much.”

Carver dropped his gaze down to Dante’s crotch. “Daddy big. Might be too much?”

“Funny.” Dante snorted. “I’m sure that Daddy will fit nicely in that sweet tight hole of yours.”

Carver moved to his knees in the middle of the mattress. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Dante vowed. “Daddy will make sure you get your fill of my blood and my cock.”

“Yes,” Carver hissed. “Please, Daddy.”

He undressed quickly while enjoying the way that his boy watched him. Dante might have flexed a little more than necessary, which was ridiculous as a six-hundred-year-old vampire. Not that Carver seemed to mind as he’d slowly crawled down the bed and closer to him.

“It’s your turn now,” Dante told his boy. “Shirt off.”

Carver blinked and jerked back.

Dante immediately stopped. “It is okay if you change your mind. We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

“I…” Carver gave a nervous laugh. “I didn’t think about having to get naked with you. I mean I knew but—” He shrugged his shoulder and dropped his eyes.

“I have seen you naked before,” Dante reminded him. “I bathed and dressed you last time you were here.”

“No, I know,” Carver whispered.

Dante would wait all night. “Like I said, if you change your mind⁠—”

“I didn’t change my mind!” Carver pulled at his hair in frustration.

“Stop.” Dante caught Carver’s hand. He would not allow anyone to hurt his precious boy, not even Carver himself. “Take a deep breath and talk to me. No rush.”

“It’s stupid.”

“If you are feeling a certain way about something, then I can guarantee you that it is not stupid,” Dante soothed. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want to get naked?” Was this about whatever Carver was hiding from him?

“I don’t look like you,” Carver replied. He was still avoiding looking at Dante. “I’m puny.”

Puny. Dante hadn’t heard that word in a very long time. Carver was not wrong either. Carver still needed to gain a lot of weight.

“You are beautiful,” Dante assured him.