Angelo’s eyes betrayed him, flicking over to take in the image Vin made. The vampire was on his back, body arched and eyes closed as he ran his hand up and over the crown of his cock, teasing himself around his tip before thrusting up into his grip more firmly. Angelo’s nostrils flared, the sensory overload too much to maintain control.

“Fuck, Vin,” he growled, but he didn’t tell him to stop. Couldn’t.

“We don’t have to touch, Angel. You can even keep that monster between your legs hidden under the covers, but I’m not lying here awake and throbbing all night.”

Dammit. This was only ending one way and the quicker he got it over with, the quicker things could get back to normal. Closing his eyes to the vampire getting off beside him, he took his erection in hand and did his best to imagine fucking a shifter and not pounding into the infuriating ass of the vampire lying beside him.Fuck.That image. He was so close already, his arousal a hair-trigger threatening to break free.

Distantly, he was aware of Vin’s movements growing more frantic beside him. The vampire kept to his word, careful not to so much as brush an elbow up against Angelo. That shouldn’t have been so infuriating.

The scent of arousal suddenly peaked, and he felt Vin’s shudder beside him. It was when he cried out Angel’s name as he came that Angelo finally came undone, the scent of the vampire’s cum the final straw that forced his orgasm crashingover him as he fought to stay silent while emptying his balls into the blankets still covering him.

Covering his face with his arm, he winced in annoyance. He’d be sleeping in a wet patch all night and it was his own damn fault.

“Night, Angel,” Vin murmured.

Angelo glanced over and saw the vampire had turned on his side to face him, his pale skin almost glowing in the sliver of moonlight coming in through the windows. In the quiet of sleep with his eyes closed, the soft sensuality of his beauty was even more evident.

Fucking hell. Angelo wasstillhard. At least the pain was gone now.

Turning away from the siren’s call of the vampire next to him, Angelo closed his eyes and hoped like hell his body would start behaving itself in the morning.

“This doesn’t count as me touching you, right?”

Vin’s sleep-rough voice woke him from a very pleasant dream that quickly became apparent had taken inspiration from reality. Angelo’s nose was nestled behind Vin’s ear. He must’ve dragged his stubble over the sensitive skin of Vin’s neck repeatedly in his sleep because the vampire was well and truly scent-marked. Something Angelo’s wolf was inordinately proud of as their scents merged on his skin.

He'd ended up spooning the much smaller vampire. Of course. Vin was cuddled up tight in his arms and Angelo’s hard cock was nestled tight against his ass.

Vin’s laughter rang through the cabin as Angelo shoved him away and left the bed so fast, hetripped and fell to the ground because his damn jeans were still tangled partway down his thighs where he’d left them the night before.

The teasing laughter turned to a low moan of desire as he got to his feet and ditched the jeans entirely, striding toward the bathroom.

“You running from me, Angel? I told you I love the chase,” Vin called, his voice low and suggestive.

Angelo spun and glared at him, his eyes widening for a second before he got himself under control when he realised Vin was on full display on the bed. Just like he’d been last night. Only now it was daylight, and he could take everything in.

“I’m showering, then heading out on patrol because our guards left an hour ago. Put some fucking clothes on.”

Vin smiled and trailed a hand down his chest to wrap around his cock. “Just as soon as I take care of this situation you’ve left me in. Sure you don’t want to help?”

Angelo forced himself to look away. “I will not be touching you. Ever.”

“I love a challenge, too, Angel. That’s not the way to put me off.”

“What is, then?”

Vin tilted his head to the side and looked thoughtful. “I don’t think there is one. I’ll make you some breakfast while you shower.”

Angelo’s traitor cock jerked against his abs where he was still covered in dried cum from last night. “You don’t have to feed me,” he growled, turning away so he wouldn’t have to see Vin’s smug expression at his loss of control.

“No, I don’t have to. I need to,” Vin said. “Don’t tire yourself out avoiding me today. We’re going hunting tonight.”

Knowing if he stayed in the room any longer, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself, Angelo took the last steps into thebathroom and locked the door behind him. Not that it would keep a determined vampire out. Turning the shower up as hot as it could go, he hoped the sound of the water would provide enough cover that Vin wouldn’t be able to hear him jerking his cock furiously. He came in under a minute, swallowing down the urge to yell Vin’s name. Then he banged his idiot head back against the tiles, wishing it would knock some sense into him.

The vampire was nowhere to be found when he finally emerged, but he’d left behind a tray of cooked bacon and a pot of scrambled eggs that had Angelo cracking a smile before he caught himself.

With his mind in chaos, he shifted as soon as he was finished. Tipping his nose up to the wind as he stepped outside, he caught a hint of Vin’s mint scent coming from the roof. Had he gone up there to give Angel space or to keep an eye out for any more ambushers? Either option was more heart-warming than it should be. Before he could do something stupid, like go join him up there, Angelo took off into the forest and spent the day stalking through the shadows, every sense on alert for anyone coming back to attack his vampire.

Vin was standing with his back to him at the edge of the clearing, staring up at the stars emerging in the sky when he made it back that night. Angelo had hunted and eaten in wolf form, unwilling to face a repeat of the intimacy of the vampire cooking for him. Before his wolf could do something stupid, like lick his face again, Angelo skirted around the vampire he was sure had noticed him and made his way into the cabin.