Page 22 of His Mate By Vengeance

His Angel yielded to his demanding tongue without even seeming to realise, letting him lick and explore as they both became breathless with lust. Wolves could be difficult with ceding control in the bedroom, especially alphas, but he could tell immediately his Angel wouldn’t be. Maybe it was because Vin had already established dominance. Maybe it was just Angel’s protective, caring nature. Whatever the reason, it was the nail in Vin’s undead coffin. With his history, he’d never have been able to stay with someone who always and only wanted control.

His Angel was perfect.

He needed to taste that perfection.

Angel moaned in protest and clung to him as he pulled away, but Vin let a little extra of his power shine through and the shifter reluctantly let him rearrange himself. He couldn’t help but let out a low dirty laugh as Angel’s brain finally caught up with the play and realised what he was doing. Strong fingers wrapped tight in his hair and guided him down to where he’d been heading anyway. Directly to thatperfect, straining, swollen alpha shifter cock that had been driving him crazy pressed so tight to his own.

He didn’t have the patience for finesse. Far too worked up after the high of his blood and that kiss. He just sucked the angry red head into his mouth and took Angel’s cock down to the root, swallowing around it so his throat massaged the shifter’s length. He was rewarded with a shock of delicious pain where Angel’s fist tightened in his hair and what could only be described as a howl of pleasure from his wolf. If this apartment was in a pack building, there was no chance that every wolf in the vicinity didn’t know what they were up to. Hell, even a human would’ve heard that. The thought filled Vin with satisfaction. They needed to know who his Angel belonged to.

All it took was the softest tug of his hands at Angel’s hips to have him fucking into his mouth like he wanted. Vin groaned around the cock stuffing him full, letting his fangs graze just enough to bring his venom into play, but not enough to harm the shifter. Angel’s surprised growl in response was almost as loud as the howl had been. He knew from experience just how exquisite that sensation of the danger of sharp fangs and pleasure venom seeping into your most sensitive flesh could be.

Reaching down, he used one hand to tug gently on Angel’s full balls that were pulling up high and the other to stroke himself in time to Angel’s desperate thrusts into his mouth.

“Fuck yes, Vin. Just like that, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” Angel gasped.

Vin moaned at the endearment, letting the vibrations travel down Angel’s shaft as he glanced up to find his shifter staring down at him in rapture. Angel’s thumb brushed a tear from his cheek that he hadn’t even realised was there. It wastoo much emotion. He didn’t know if he could take much more.

Moving his fingers further back, he massaged along Angel’s taint and focussed everything he had on using his tongue and mouth to draw out more of those intoxicating gasps and moans that Angel released whenever he touched him just right. His other hand was flying over his leaking cock hard and fast, his pre-cum leaving him slick and creating an obscene soundtrack to their pleasure.

Angel’s rhythm stuttered just as Vin finally pressed a firm finger to his hole. He hadn’t even breached it when the cock filling his mouth better than anyone ever had throbbed inside him and Angel came with a hoarse shout.

It was his name on Angel’s lips and the taste of his cum filling his throat that sent Vin over the edge, his own vibrating moans around Angel’s cock setting off a round of aftershocks for both of them.

He’d never come so hard. Never felt so much pleasure that the world narrowed to become only as large as Angel’s legs wrapped around him and Angel’s hands gripping him so tight he might never let go.

Vin panted as he leaned his head on Angel’s hard, muscled thigh and closed his eyes. And if a few of his tears weren’t from the very pleasant way he’d almost choked around Angel’s cock, there was no one around to see. No one except for the shifter that lived in his heart now, anyway. The shifter who, understandably, hated all vampires with a passion born of immeasurable heartbreak.

Fuck.This was going to hurt.

CHAPTER 7: ANGELO

Angelo didn’t knowhow long he sat frozen on that bed with Vin’s head cradled in his lap. Long enough for the last of the bruises on the vampire’s body to fade. Vin was either asleep or in some sort of meditative state while his injuries recovered. Angelo had finally found a way to silence him. Not that he was planning a repeat. He just hadn’t been able to face his broken body.

He was still fuming at the state Vin had been in when he arrived. If it wouldn’t have started a war, he’d have chased Kyan down and killed him instead of slipping them out of the warehouse silently while the explosion distracted him. There hadn’t been an inch of skin that wasn’t damaged when he’d pulled Vin out from under the vampires he’d killed. Fuck knew how he’d even killed them in the state he’d been in. Vin was pure fucking trouble. That was why there could be no repeats. That, and the fact Kyan was hunting Vin now. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, let a vampire bring death to his pack’s doorstep.

Angelo winced at the reminder he’d brought Vin home and risked just that. His home was in the pack apartmentbuilding that wrapped around the modernist mansion their Alpha and his family lived in at its centre. Not only could he not believe how stupid he’d been to bring Vin here, but he was going to catch endless shit for how loud he’d been when fucking Vin’s mouth. Especially when he was known for steering clear of hook-ups and being a grumpy son-of-a-bitch. Shifters were an exhibitionist bunch in general. But not him. Never him. And his pack knew it.

Brushing some of Vin’s golden hair away from his face, he stared down at the vampire resting on his naked thigh and tried to figure out how they’d ended up where they were. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about him? Why had he insisted on feeding him from his own body when he knew there was a perfectly good stash of blood bags in the communal pack kitchen nearby, kept for when they hosted vampire guests? From the first time they’d come into contact, Vin had made himfeeland he didn’t like it one bit. He’d been perfectly happy doing his duty and keeping everyone at arm’s length. But his wolf wouldn’t let him put even a paw’s distance between them.

As if the thought had prompted him, Vin stirred in his sleep and slowly pushed himself upright. Angel hated that the loss of skin contact was like a punch to the gut. Vampires were rivals. Enemies. They were not whatever the fuck this had been.

“You need to leave. Kyan will be tracking you. Our pups are here and our elderly. He can’t know I helped you,” Angel said, forcing his face to stay calm and ignoring the whining complaint of his wolf at the back of his mind.

Vin’s expression turned unexpectedly sweet and earnest. Nothing like the manipulative, titillating creature he’d come to know.

“I would never put you or your pack at risk, Angel. I told you. You’remine,” Vin said.

Angelo’s eyes widened as he tried to process the crazy coming from the vampire sitting in front of him. “You can’t just decide that I’m yours, Corvin. That’s not how life works.”

“Watch me.”

Angelo huffed out an exasperated breath and ignored the smugness emanating from his wolf in response to Vin’s words, as if the vampire knew better than him.

“You need to leave,” he repeated himself. “This. Whatever it was. Will not be happening again.”

Vin nodded calmly, but Angelo could swear he saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.

“Not today, maybe. But I’ll change your mind,” the vampire said.

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