Page 46 of Isaiah and Jameson
“Jameson…”
“No. I need you.”
Isaiah sighed, but wrapped around him, surrounding him with that sweet energy.
Emotions stirred deep in him, surprising him when tears stung his eyes. Had to be the drugs.
“Shh… I won’t ever let him hurt you again.”
“No. I believe you. You’re amazing, love.”
Isaiah shook his head, pulling Jameson’s mouth into his throat.
Jameson moaned. He would make sure Isaiah fed as well, but right now that blood would heal him. Make him strong again. He bit down, the flood making him dance and jerk.
The lifeforce made him ache, and he pulled harder. His limbs filled with warmth, his fingers and toes tingling. The pain backed away, and the ache left behind was rich, delicious.
His cock stirred, which told him more than anything how well his mate’s blood suited him, was made to heal him.
It made his world wild and right.
Love. Oh, love, how dare you leave me alone so long?
I don’t want to hurt you.
You can only hurt me by pushing me away. We’re mates forever.
“Miss you.” Isaiah hummed deep in his chest. “Rest.”
I will. Stay.He slipped free of Isaiah’s flesh, his fangs aching with pleasure. His body was happy, but not up to much.
“Sleep. You rest. Things will be easier tomorrow.”
“Don’ make me hunt you.” Isaiah kept sounding as if he were saying goodbye.
“Sleep, Jameson. Now.”
The command really pissed him off, but only for a second.
After that he was asleep.
* * *
Isaiah watchedJameson sleep all night, sitting in his chair, a book unread in his hand.
He was weak, but he couldn’t resist Jameson’s call. Still, he would not sleep in the bed. He would keep his distance. He would avoid contact.
Jameson was right, after all. They were mates. Still, he could weaken the bond until it broke, then send Jameson away.
He could do it for his lover.
A soft knock at the door had him springing to his feet, his fangs bared as he prepared for an attack.
He slapped his hand over his mouth. He was a monster. “Who is it?”
“Auntie Jo, lovely boy. I need to see you.”
“Oh, Auntie…” He opened the door and slipped out, grateful that he was dressed.
