Page 20 of Finding Our Home

I was afraid of making him angry, but I knew I needed to be truthful. “Honestly, yes, I want to.Butif you don’t want to be turned, I’ll respect your wishes.”

“Uh, so Remi told me that bestowers live longer lives from the venom in your fangs. They live even longer when they drink vampire blood like I’ve been doing.”

My heart sank, but I tried not to let my disappointment and worry show. “That’s true, but most bestowers are turned before they pass, if they wish.”

He nodded. “So… if I didn’t want to become a vampire, you’d be okay with it?”

I closed my eyes for a few seconds to gain my bearing since it felt like I was stabbed in the heart. Then I looked at him and his sweet blue eyes. “I would respect your decision, but that doesn’t mean I would be okay with it. But I’ll take whatever years you’re willing to give me, and once you’re gone, I’ll see one last sunrise.”

His brow furrowed. “Are you saying that you’d kill yourself if I… died?”

I nodded. “I wouldn’t be able to bear living without you.”

“Oh, Dorian.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close. “I’m sorry, I was only thinking out loud. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Leaning back, he cupped my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my skin. “I want to spend eternity with you, too.If that means being turned, then that’s what we’ll do. I don’t want to live—or die—without you, either.”

I breathed out in relief, but still managed to say, “You don’t have to decide now. We have plenty of time before the Holy Tree is ready.”

He climbed onto my lap and hugged me close as I wrapped my arms around him, and he whispered, “I love you, Dorian Mortas Kiebusinski.”

I leaned back to look him in the eyes. That was the first time he’d said it. “You do?”

He nodded. “Very much.”

Sighing, I hugged him and buried my face against his neck. “I love you, too, Neo Lachlan Farone. So much.”

He kissed my hair and whispered, “I’m ready.”

I leaned back again. “You are?” He nodded. “Are you sure?”

He grinned at me. “Yes.”

I kissed him deeply, then stripped his clothes off before he had a chance to change his mind. It’d been so hard being patient, but I wanted him to feel ready before we completed our bond. He laughed at my hastiness, and I smiled at him. He had such a wonderful laugh—he’d brought so much joy to my life in the short time I’d known him; I couldn’t believe that he was mine.

He pulled my shirt over my head and scooted off my lap to pull his pants down and unhook his knife from his leg while I pulled my own pants off. He had a small blade that I’d started making him carry on him for protection. Then he climbed back on my lap, and we both groaned as our skin touched. He ground his hips on me, and I grabbed his ass, pulling him in so our cocks rubbed together. He pinched my nipples and kissed my neck, then licked his way down to the spot he’d bite into to complete our bond.

We had to bite each other at the same time with the intention of connecting to have a complete bond. If only one of us did it, we’d have a partial bond. He could use his knife to cut my skin first, then bite down on it. It would hurt for a few seconds, but it’d be worth it. And I was sure that it would feel amazing once he started drinking from me.

I shoved my fingers in his mouth, and he licked them seductively before I pulled them out and ran my wet fingers over his hole, then pushed one inside. We moaned in unison as I began opening him up.

He threw his head back, so I licked and nipped at his neck while I pushed two fingers, then three inside of him. Neo grabbed my face and pulled me into a deep kiss that made me groan as he rode my fingers.

“I’m ready, Dor.”

I groaned again, then pushed him onto his back and lined my cock up with his hole. I used my spit to wet it before slowly pushing inside. We’d had so much sex over the past two weeks, he was practically ready for me all the time, but I still froze to let him adjust once I was fully sheathed inside him.

He smiled up at me and ran his hands through my hair, then gently pulled me down for another kiss, and he melted under me, so I began thrusting slowly. I kept the pace slow because I didn’t want to rush. I wanted him to feel good. Neo’s fingers dug into my back, and he met my thrusts, trying to make me go faster, but I didn’t comply because he was trembling and falling apart in my arms. And it was gorgeous—the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Dorian.”

I kissed his lips, then ran my tongue down his neck. “You’re so sexy like this.”

“Oh, Dor, I’m so close.”

I could tell that he was—I was too—so I whispered, “Cut my shoulder.”

“I don’t know… if I can.”

I kissed his lips, but kept the slow, torturous pace. “I need you to. I need you to drink from me.”

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