Page 13 of His Mate By Vengeance

Dammit. The protector in Angelo couldn’t turn him down, vampire or not.

“I’ll shift and sleep on the floor,” he muttered.

Vin stepped closer and put a soft hand on his bare chest, sending sparks of want through him.

“There’s plenty of space on the bed, Angel. There’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable. I promise I won’t bite unless you ask very nicely,” Vin said.

Flashes of images rushed through his mind—Vin’s mouth on his neck, Vin’s fangs piercing his skin, Vin’s claws raking down his back. Stepping away to break the connection, Angel drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

“My wolf doesn’t care about comfort.”

“Ten bucks says you end up on the bed either way. You’re much snugglier in wolf form,” Vin teased.

Dammit. Vin was right. There was a much higher chance he’d end up somewhere he shouldn’t if he was half asleep inhis wolf form with this instinctual pull to the vampire so much harder to fight.

“Fine. I’ll sleep in the bed, but you don’t fucking touch me,” he growled.

Vin smiled and all but skipped the few steps to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he went and pushing his borrowed sweatpants down his thighs to reveal the perfect curves of his ass.

“Fucking hell. Would you wear some damn clothes?” Angelo asked, trying and failing to look away.

“I always sleep naked, Angel. Don’t worry. I won’t touch you. But just so we’re clear, you can touch me all you want,” Vin said with a dirty smirk before slipping under the sheets and turning back the covers to make room for Angelo on the other side.

No way was he taking off his jeans, even if he woke up with the imprint of his zip permanently etched on his erection. With a sigh of annoyance, Angelo flicked off the lights and cautiously settled in the bed with his back to Vin as far away from him as he could get without falling off, which wasn’t nearly far enough. The pillow he was resting on was soaked in Vin’s fresh mint scent and something darker; like he’d had it resting between his thighs sometime over the last day. Groaning, Angelo threw the offending bedding onto the floor. It didn’t help. Vin’s smell still surrounded him, making his cock hard as steel. He should’ve jerked off in the bathroom before going to bed, but he knew the vampire would’ve heard and he couldn’t face the innuendo and dirty comments Vin would’ve let loose on him.

“Stop thinking so hard. You need to sleep as well,” Vin murmured. “Or is it something else that’s hard?”

“Shut up,” Angelo said, making Vin laugh.

Silence fell as he did his best to calm his body and thoughts. Vin was right. They both needed to rest while theycould. The problem was that he could feel the depression of Vin’s weight right there beside him, trying to lure him into rolling over and pressing tight against his naked body.

Nope. He did not need to be thinking about that.

Turning on his back, he stared up at the roof in disgust, his shifter vision letting him make out every chip in the paint despite the darkness shrouding the room. Vin’s breathing had evened out, hopefully in sleep, and Angelo found himself matching his inhales to the vampire’s until he realised what he was doing and huffed in annoyance.

His cock hadn’t softened at all in the past hour they’d been lying there, and he was regretting leaving his jeans on. It was getting seriously painful and there was no way he was going to get to sleep if the throbbing continued.

Fuck it.Reaching down, he undid the button and zip of his jeans, pulling them lower on his hips until the pressure on his erection finally eased. Only now it was rubbing gently against the rough cotton of the sheets and the gentle friction was almost worse than the pain had been.

“Want me to help with that?” Vin asked, his voice so close to Angelo’s ear making him start in surprise. How the fuck could the vampire sneak up on him when they were lying in the same damn bed?

“I said no touching,” he warned.

“I’m not touching. I’m just watching that bulge under the covers,” Vin said.

“I thought your night-vision was damaged.”

“It’s almost better. Helps to have a powerful incentive,” he all but purred.

“Go to sleep,” Angelo growled.

“And miss the show? Not likely.”

“There’s not going to be any fucking show.”

“Pity. Guess I’ll have to put one on then,” Vin said.

The covers rustled a moment later and Angelo kept hiseyes carefully focussed on the ceiling, trying to ignore the vampire. The intoxicating scent of pre-cum filled the air as Vin bared his arousal to the room. With Angelo’s sensitive hearing, there was no avoiding the soft slick of skin on skin as Vin took himself in hand. Had he found some lube, or was that pre-cum leaking enough to make that noise that was almost obscene in the quiet of the cabin?

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