Page 13 of Fated Redemption
“Two a.m.,” was the whimpered response.
“See you a minute after two.” Rhys kissed the side of Moe’s neck and went back to the bar. When he looked back over to where his mate stood he could almost see the wheels turning. Rhys smiled, wondering how his mate would get them to close early.
Game on.
“I can’t believe you said we were doing a fire drill!” Rhys laughed as he helped close out the tills. It had taken his mate all of about two minutes to announce loudly that they would be closing early for the night. Ms. Tully and the ladies had been extremely understanding and giggled as they filed out. Gina and Cecelia waved good-bye, blushing. He and Moe managed to close the bar down in record time.
Rhys looked over at his mate who was wiping down the bar with the biggest smile on his face. He pushed down a rising sense of panic. He could do this. He would do anything to make his mate happy. Moe finished up and threw the washcloth into the sink. When he looked up and saw Rhys’s face he froze.
“Baby?”
“I’m good, just nervous I guess. Which is crazy right? I mean it’s not like I’m a blushing virgin and we’re mates.” Rhys knew he was babbling but couldn’t help it.
“First, I don’t want to hear about you with anyone else. To me you’re as pure as the newly driven snow.”
Rhys snorted. Moe ignored him.
“Second, yes we’re mates, but that doesn’t mean instant intimacy. It’s something we’re going to have to build together.” Moe walked over and simply took his hands.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Rhys nodded.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Three
As they passed Peyton’s room, the door flew open.
“See! I’m wearing earphones! Have fun!” Peyton yelled and then disappeared behind his shut door again.
Rhys stunned looked over at Moe, who was grinning widely.
“I could kiss him right now,” Moe shook his head at Peyton’s antics.
Rhys hissed and started to back his mate’s six-foot-eight body toward the stairs to their apartment.
“Mine!” Rhys hissed.
Moe closed his eyes and shuddered. “God yes, I’m yours.” He opened his eyes. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”
Rhys didn’t say anything, he just stalked forward, moving his mate away from the younger, smaller male to their apartment.
Once inside their apartment Rhys pounced, pushing Moe back onto their bed. He pushed his hips forward and ground his rock-hard cock against his mate. They both moaned. Moe reached up and pulled Rhys’s head forward. Rhys couldn’t get enough of Moe’s tongue. They dueled back and forth as their bodies thrust against each other. Without conscious thought his fangs descended and nicked Moe’s lip. His mate never even noticed in his lust-filled haze, but everything in Rhys shifted. That one small sip of blood changed everything. He straddled his mate and jerked his head to one side exposing the long muscular column of Moe’s neck. Rhys leaned forward and at the last second realized what he was doing.
Breathing hard, Rhys sat back letting go of Moe’s head letting it roll back. Moe’s gray eyes looked at him questioningly. Rhys knew that if he asked, Moe would give him every ounce of his blood and god help him, he may take it. Disgusted, he propelled himself backward. He flew across the room until his backslammed against the far wall. He allowed his body to slide down and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Behind his eyelids he was back in the dark room. Every echoed sound teased and tortured him.
Was blood coming today? He was so hungry. He knew the crazy fuck that held him killed the people whose blood he fed from, but he didn’t care anymore. His throat burned. He felt like had swallowed pieces of glass his throat was so dry. He needed more. Why didn’t that psycho just kill someone already? Oh god! He didn’t mean that, but he needed blood so badly.
“Rhys?” He heard a voice above him. Was the man back to taunt him again?
“Rhys, baby, you’re scaring me. Look at me, please,” the familiar voice called to him again.
He looked up and hissed at the man to stay away. There was only sadness, no fear in those grey eyes.
“Come back to me, Rhys.”
