Page 21 of His Mate By Vengeance

“Nope. No dick jokes. Just a little blood donation,” Angel said.

Vin couldn’t help himself. Licking up Angel’s finger, he sucked it into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he drew the digit deeper with a groan. Angel’s breath hitched, and he snatched his hand back, his gaze turning wary.

“Angel, if you want it to be clinical, go get me a blood bag. There’s going to be nothing little about me drinking directly from your veins.” Vin’s words were strained.

He was trying to be good. Really. But the moment Angel had come for him in that warehouse, he’d known the shifter washisand now he was offering himself up on a platter. Well, on abed, which was even harder to resist.

“Shifter blood from the vein will heal you faster. We can’t afford to have you laid out for days,” Angel said.

Vin could hear Angel’s racing heartbeat. He knew the shifter wasn’t as calm about this as he was making out. “If I do this, you can’t use it against me later. This isyourchoice.”

Angel swallowed hard, and Vin watched the movement of his Adam’s apple with rapt attention. “Just don’t make it sexual.”

Vin gave him an incredulous look. “Have you met me? Or any vampire, for that matter? There are two settings on offer here, sweetheart—exquisite pleasure or tortured agony. Take your pick.”

Angel looked pained at his words. Had he really neverbeen bitten by a vamp before? Or talked to anyone who had? Vin guessed by the adorable conflict on his face that he hadn’t. That was probably what happened when someone’s entire family was murdered by vamps as a child. No one wanted to bring up feeding orgasms with them. Vin was pretending there was a choice, but of course there wasn’t. His pleasure venom had already flooded his mouth. There was zero chance he could make it painful instead, even if he tried, and it was only adding to his struggle for restraint. He wasn’t affected by his own venom like Angel would be, but it still had him needy and desperate. His cock was a steel rod where it rubbed against the sheets, which wasn’t at all comfortable given how injured it was. Looked like Angel had just dropped his naked body into bed without bothering to find him any clothes. He tried to lie to himself and say that being the first to feed on his Angel didn’t make it even hotter, but it totally did. No one would’ve tasted his Angel’s blood except him. No one would’ve given him that kind of pleasure but him. And no one ever would again.

“Just do it, vampire,” Angel said, pressing his wrist to Vin’s mouth.

Vin drew in a deep breath, inhaling the scent from his Angel’s skin and letting the susurration of his pulse just below the surface fill his mind. His control was tenuous at best, and he groaned as he flicked his tongue out to trace the path of the vein he was desperate to sink his fangs into.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, hating his neediness.

The truth was, he’d rather die than have Angel hate him for this. He wasn’t fucking around. The second his shifter had appeared in the warehouse, he’d known Angel was it for him. No one had ever come for him. No one had ever treated him like he was worth saving. He wasn’t letting his Angel go. Ever. If Angel rejected him for feeding on him, the damagewould be so much worse than the physical wounds he was trying to heal with his offering.

And that was another thing no one had ever done for him. People had fed him to heal him before, of course. He was centuries old and in the business of killing, so it was only natural it had come up. But it had always been at his request. Always been a negotiation with payment in favours or money. No one had ever just offered without expectation because he was hurting. His Angel might play the gruff, vampire-hating, bodyguard. But he couldn’t hide the concern that drove his actions. He cared.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Angel whispered.

“Like what?”

“Like I really am an angel to you. I’m not.”

Vin looked up into eyes that had turned fully golden as Angel’s wolf side shone through, and he smiled the sweetest smile he could remember. It wasn’t calculated. Wasn’t a flirtation. It was just what this grumpy shifter brought out in him.

Angel’s eyes flashed and he reached out with his other hand to cup behind Vin’s neck and stroke him, rubbing his scent into his skin. The move was possessive. Strong. He used the grip to shove Vin’s face into his wrist, slicing his own skin open on Vin’s descended fangs.

Vin groaned in pleasure as the sweet metallic taste of his Angel’s blood finally passed his lips. Instinctively, he bit deeper, pumping his venom into Angel’s veins. His satisfaction deepened as Angel gasped in shock. As he glanced up through his lashes, he saw his shifter’s pupils blow wide in pleasure and his jaw slacken. The hand on the back of Vin’s neck gripped even tighter, holding him fast to Angel’s wrist.

Vin drew in long mouthfuls of life-giving liquid that tasted better than anything he’d ever had before. He could feel Angel’s fiery blood entering his cool body, burning a path of heat and healing that left him tingling and aroused. Hisinjuries were forgotten beneath a tide of pleasure as his bones knitted back together and bruising faded.

A desperate sound left his Angel’s mouth as he drank. As if Vin was sucking on the enticingly hard cock he could see straining the shifter’s jeans instead of his wrist. Twisting against Angel’s hold, Vin scrambled into his lap, straddling him where he sat on the bed and pressing his naked body against him in as many places as he could manage.

Damn it.He really should’ve suggested Angel lost some of his clothes before they started. Letting the talons on his fingers extend, he ripped through Angel’s shirt, tearing it away from his body in shreds and leaving light scratches across his torso that oozed enticing red for a moment before his shifter healing took hold.

Licking his tongue across the wound on Angel’s wrist, Vin let the puncture wounds heal and pushed his arm aside so he could get closer and lick each of the beads of blood he’d created on his Angel’s chest away as he worked his way up to his throat. Angel’s eyes rolled and his head dropped back as his low growl filled the room.

Vin resisted the urge to latch onto his neck. Barely. He’d taken enough. But he couldn’t resist pressing a series of nibbling kisses up his carotid, teasing them both. His hands were kneading every muscle he could find in his Angel’s strong back as he pulled them closer, their naked chests slick with sweat as they rubbed together. His shifter was like a furnace to his naturally cooler body.

“Yes,” Angel groaned, as Vin let his mouth sink lower again, sucking red marks down his body until he could pull a nipple into his mouth and turn it hard and throbbing against his tongue.

Raising his hips, Vin tugged at the button of Angel’s jeans, hoping the shifter would get the message and the brief pause wouldn’t bring him to his senses. He needn’t have worried.His Angel was past any ability to pull back. This time it was Angel who destroyed his own clothes, his shifter strength making quick work of his pants as seams ripped and the black denim went flying across the room.

Vin gasped as Angel pulled him close once more and finally,finally, his aching shaft pressed hard against Angel’s. His hips canted forward without conscious thought, grinding them together. A moment later, Angel’s large hand wrapped around them both and gifted him with the friction he’d so desperately been searching for. As fast as he was healing, the lingering ache from his injuries only heightened his pleasure.

“Fuck,” Vin moaned, before capturing Angel’s mouth in a kiss as the shifter continued stroking them together.

That kiss just about destroyed him.

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