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Charlie drops to his knees next to Oaks. “You okay?”
He grunts an affirmative. “Pride hurts more than my neck. Can’t believe he got the jump on me.”
Marina shifts back to her wolf form to chase the retreating vampires and nip at their heels. Slater and Hardy flank her for good measure.
I kneel next to Charlie. Oaks’s blood is still tempting, but I’m stronger than the thirst, especially with my mate at my side. “Your mother is kind of intense.”
Charlie grins. “Isn’t she?”
Oaks arches his brows. “Not your alpha, my ass. I saw the way you admired her.”
“Caught me.” I grab Charlie’s hand and we take in the aftermath of the struggle. “Is everyone all right?”
“Looks like it,” says Charlie.”
I breathe a sigh of relief.
It’s wild to know my pack wants me back, and crazier still that Charlie’s pack would accept me so readily. Just when I thought I’d never have a home again, now I have two plus a mate to share them with. I catch his gaze and promptly lose myself in those sky-blue eyes.
Charlie ogles me right back.
Oaks huffs and climbs to his feet. “Go on, you two, find a room. Charlie, take the orange and blue cottage. I want the brown one. And don’t be too loud, or I’ll tell your mom.”
“As if she’d care.” Charlie chuckles and yanks on my hand. Together, we head farther into his village—our village—to properly christen our new home. “You hungry?” he asks, eyes on my mouth.
My fangs itch. “Starved.”
Chapter Eight
Charlie
I could get usedto feeding a vampire. This vampire, in particular. My vampire. The one with soft, dark hair, kind eyes, ruby lips, and gentle hands who smells of earth and pine andmate.
I moan as he drinks from me. The thrill of the intimacy sends a vibrant, tingling warmth throughout my body.
The two of us are curled up together on a plush leather couch in the blue and orange cottage we’ll share while we’re here. Slater dropped off some essentials, and Hardy doubled back to the old shack to collect Nigel’s things. Though we don’t have much, we have each other, and when one person is your entire world, that’s enough.
Tomorrow, we’ll relay word to his pack that he’s safe and cared for. We’ll send the good news of our mating. And when we’re ready, we’ll make the trip to stay with his people for a time.
But for now, it’s just us, with no distractions and everything to learn about each other. Like the way Nigel rumbles a happylittle growl when I tug his hair. I love the sound so much I tug harder to hear it again.
His bite deepens, the pleasure-pain-pleasure hardens my cock and curls my toes.
“Oh, yes, just like that.” I sink into the sensation, savoring the twin pressure points. My thoughts float between the hazy pleasure and building desire. Will Nigel fuck me after? Or will he ask me to fuck him? What will his cock feel like buried in my throat? All the options are so good, how will we choose? All three? Yes, let’s go.
Simpler questions stack on top of the pressing ones. We know so little about each other, and I’m dying to learn every detail. Does he like to read? What’s his favorite book? Has he ever broken a bone? Which lullaby put him to sleep at night as a pup?
My questions fade as he replaces his fangs with his tongue and laps at my throat. If I could purr, I would. He licks a warm strip to my ear and suckles the lobe. I shiver.
His breath tickles the shell of my ear. “I want to make a trembling mess of you.”
“You’re halfway there already.” I turn to claim a kiss. He indulges me with firm lips and a mouth that tastes of copper.
The wolf inside approves, craves him, wants to lap up every drop. We’re in complete agreement.
Nigel may have been feeding on me, but I want to devour him whole. I climb into his lap and straddle his thighs, all the better to angle our kiss just so.
He strokes a finger down my cheek. “You like kissing.”
