Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“You’re my everything, mon ange,” Rafe panted in his ear.
Philippe gave another muffled groan. His orgasm was building too quickly. He wanted to lift his mouth and beg Rafe to go slow, but he could feel that it was already too late. He was becoming drunk on his lover’s blood and the exquisite touch of his body. Lightning struck, scorching every nerve ending. He tore his mouth free of Rafe’s throat and cried out, coming so fucking hard.
He heard more than felt Rafe tumble after him. Hot cum splashed across his stomach and he wasn’t sure if it was his or Rafe’s. Philippe belatedly remembered to swipe his tongue across the wound he’d created, catching the blood that was lazily sliding toward Rafe’s collarbone. The holes were closing, but Philippe continued to kiss and lick the place he’d drunk from.
“Welcome home,” Philippe murmured, placing a kiss just behind Rafe’s ear.
A happy sigh drifted from Rafe. “In all my life, there is no place I have felt where I belonged more than in your arms. I love you, mon ange. Thank you for taking care of Gideon.”
“I love you, Rafe. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful clan.”
Rafe turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “No, mon ange. I gave you a family. No matter what, they will always be your family.”
A Surprise for Bel
Someone was poking him.
Did they not understand the dangers of waking a vampire too early in the evening? The sun couldn’t have possibly set yet.
Bel curled up into a tighter ball and pulled the fluffy goose-down duvet higher. If he disappeared from view, maybe the poker would go away.
Yes, this might not make logical sense. Bel knew this, but he didn’t care. The hardest part of any day was waking up. He didn’t like stirring from sleep and crawling from his nice, warm, comfy bed. Especially if there was a warm body or two pressed against him.
Why did he have to get up?
Bel didn’t do mornings. Er…evenings. He didn’t do waking. And when he had to, it was never graceful.
Everyone knew this. Yet, someone was still poking at him.
There was a deep, warm chuckle and Bel luxuriated in the sound. It was like rich hot chocolate for his ears.
“Come on, Bel. Get up,” Wyatt prodded, laughter filling his tone.
“Why?” Bel whined, but at least it was partially muffled by the pillow pressed to his face.
A hand landed on his hip and squeezed through the fluff of feathers. “Because the sun has already set, and you need to start your day. We want to spend some time with you.”
Hmmmm…time with his mates was one of the few things that was more enticing than sleeping.
But why couldn’t he have both?
There was one benefit to being a vampire that trumped werewolves every time. Speed. He and Wyatt might be a pretty good match for strength, but he was still faster.
Bel kicked off the blanket, popped up, grabbed Wyatt’s arm, and spun them both around. A surprised cry left Wyatt’s parted lips and an evil laugh might have escaped Bel as he pinned his lover to the mattress and promptly straddled his hips.
“Is this why you decided to wake me?” Bel leaned close and stole a sweet kiss. But one kiss wasn’t enough. Wyatt had amazing lips, soft and full like they were made for his mouth. Well, his and River’s. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along Wyatt’s until he finally dragged out a happy moan.
“Sex is not why I woke you,” Wyatt murmured, their lips brushing against each other with each word. Sex might not be why he’d disturbed Bel’s sleep, but the man with the large wandering hands wasn’t exactly pushing him away. No, those wonderful hands were sliding along Bel’s back, massaging muscles and pulling him closer.
“I think sex should be the only reason you wake me.” He paused to kiss along Wyatt’s jaw and then corrected himself. “Or at the very least, among the top three reasons for ever waking me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wyatt panted. “But really…sex…”
“I know. We need River. Is he in the house?”
“Yes, but—”
Bel didn’t need to hear more. He had a surefire way of bringing River to the bedroom. He tugged at Wyatt’s jeans, getting them unbuttoned and opened. As he slipped his fingers inside to wrap around Wyatt’s hardening dick, he allowed his fangs to slide down. It didn’t take much. He was also a bit peckish when he first woke, and both of his men loved the feel of his fangs lightly grazing their flesh.
Wyatt moaned loudly, thrusting up into Bel’s hand. He didn’t need to feed, but he was happy to take a nip to make his mate happy.
“Oh, sounds like you want me now,” Bel teased.
“I always want you, Bel. You’re mine.” Wyatt’s hand finally slid to his ass and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. Bel moved his hand so he could thrust against Wyatt, grunting at the feel of their dicks rubbing together.