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Love? Please. Let me in.
Jameson sat with his back to the door of Isaiah’s rooms, sending in waves of love. Need. He’d tried breaking the door down.
Isaiah had held it against him. Him!
Isaiah refused to answer him, refused to let him in, refused everyone but Diego, and even he came and went silent and sad. Isaiah was hiding. Running scared. Jameson scratched at the door behind him, hoping it made Isaiah a little crazy.
Diego brought him a mug, offering him a drink.
“Thank you.” He blinked, his eyes gritty. “I need to get in there.”
“He scared himself badly, defending you. The boy has been banished.”
“Good. I would have killed him.” Little fuck. Jameson hadn’t been so sick once since he’d been turned. It had taken him two days to recover since his mate wouldn’t feed him.Letting me suffer!
Protecting you!
Oh, that was his mate.
Ignoring me. Making me hurt!His head ached from the separation.
I did not!Isaiah was close. So close.
You did. I was so sick, love. I need you. I still feel weak.
I’ll-I’ll come to your rooms…
All he needed was for Isaiah to open that door.
Yes. Oh, yes, please.He wasn’t above dirty pool. This was his life, and he couldn’t spend it separated from his mate out of some fear of being a vampire.
He felt it as Isaiah moved closer, and Diego pushed the drink into his hand. “I assume you need this, Jameson.”
“I need to feed, yes.” He said it louder than normal so Isaiah would have a wee bit of guilt.Please feed me, mate.
“You’re bad. Make sure he eats, please?” Diego whispered.
He nodded, then shooed Diego off with a hand motion. No ruining his whine.
Soft steps sounded before the big door unlocked, and Isaiah’s presence surrounded him.
Jameson almost fell over, but he caught himself, then Isaiah lifted him.
“Shh…To bed with you. You need rest.”
Please. Can we go to your rooms?He swung his weight, which turned Isaiah in a half circle. He wanted to go to that big, lush bed, not his lonely one.
“Spoiled. You can’t. I need to keep you safe.” They were moving deeper into Isaiah’s quarters.
Oh, I’m safest with you.Jameson had all this guilt/rage/fear about being so stupid as to let himself get drugged and not protecting his lover.
“You can sleep here until you’re stronger, okay? Just until then.”
“Thank you, love. Oh, thank you.” By then he would be ready to take Isaiah in hand again, impose his will. For now he still felt ravaged.
The bed smelled right, and better was Isaiah’s touch, soothing him. He sighed, relaxing back, only grabbing Isaiah’s wrist when he moved away. “Stay.”
