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“What do you mean?” I asked.
Beau looked up at me, his red eyes filled with concern. “What happens next? I want this. Want you. I’m all in. I just…”
Ah. He wanted some sort of commitment from us too. I placed a soft kiss against his lips. “We’re all in too. We are going to mark you as ours, but we will need to work up to that.”
An adorable frown worked its way across his forehead. “Why?”
Rayne nipped at Beau’s ear. “Do you know anything about Hell Hound mating?”
Beau shook his head.
“Well, it’s similar to how other shifters mate. We have to be sure of our partner, there needs to be complete trust, and love. The mark itself is given during a moment of intimacy—”
“Fucking, in other words,” Rayne interrupted, and Beau sniggered.
“Yes, but I was trying to make it sound a little bit more romantic.”
“You can be romantically fucking me,” Beau said with a smirk. “Pound me into the mattress but make it slow and deep. Romantic-like.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. During a moment of romantic fucking, we will bite you. There is an element of magic involved but I don’t know how to explain it. It just happens. Like it’s instinctual. Or so I’ve heard. I’ve never seen one so I don’t actually know.”
“So do you do it one after the other or…” Beau trailed off, probably because of the grin on my face.
“Oh no, little vamp. We’re two halves of one soul,” I stated, waiting for the moment the penny dropped.
“We’d have to take you together,” Rayne whispered by his ear. “At the same time.”
Beau’s eyes went wide and his body shivered with what I hoped was a jolt of lust. “Fuck.”
“That’s the plan,” Rayne said with a grin.
“I see what you mean about working up to it. Your dicks are huge.” There was a tremble in his voice, and I didn’t like it.
I wrapped my hands around his face. “You’re ours now, Beau. We will take care of you and make sure you’re ready.”
Rayne tilted Beau’s chin back and pressed a tender kiss to the side of his mouth. “We’re going to ruin you.”
Again, Beau shivered. He liked being made to feel weak, helpless. Vampires were high up on the evolutionary scale and there wasn’t much, apart from Gods and Reapers, that would be able to kill one. Him surrendering to us had to be an aphrodisiac for him. The fact that he trusted us not to rip his throat out was a turn on for me too. Especially after everything we’d already been through. He was literally content to put his life in our hands and I was both humbled and excited by that. Humbled because he clearly wanted this to work, and excited because I couldn’t wait to push him to the fucking edge. He had no idea what he was letting himself in for and I couldn’t wait to take him on that journey with us.
“Come on,” I said before I could put some of my dark ideas into practice. “Let’s go see if they’re ready to go. Lord knows we’ve been in here for hours.”
“Do you think they’ll know?” Beau asked sheepishly.
“What we’ve been up to?” Rayne asked, his head cocked to one side.
Beau nodded and I laughed. “We smell like sex, you look positively violated, and Rayne is looking at you like his next meal.”
Beau grinned widely. “Good.”
Then he turned on his heel and stepped into the corridor leaving me with my jaw in the floor.
Rayne placed his finger under my chin and closed my mouth. “He’s perfect, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” I said with a nod, still a little stunned at how eager Beau was to show everyone who he belonged to. “Absolutely perfect.”
Then we followed him out the room and went in search of the others. We had a vault to potentially break into.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
