as Curtis wrapped his legs around Chauncey’s waist. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” Curtis threw his head back and laughed, gifting Chauncey with the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Chauncey lubed his fingers, sliding them into his mate’s tight entrance, making Curtis’s laugh turn into a pleasured moan.
Curtis griped his shoulders, his lips parting as Chauncey stretched him. “Did you like it?” he asked apprehensively. The last thing he wanted was for Curtis to relive anything bad that had happened to him.
“Uh-huh,” Curtis moaned.
Chauncey chuckled. He could see that his mate couldn’t think right now. He removed his fingers, separated Curtis’s mounds, and lined his cock up, driving deep.
“Fuck!” Curtis shouted as Chauncey drove into him over and over again.
“This is going to be quick and dirty, honey bunny.”
“Yes,” Curtis hissed as he wrapped his arms around Chauncey’s neck. “Harder, bear, harder.”
Chauncey growled as he planted his feet, slammed his palms into the shower tile in front of him, and snapped his hips at lightning speed. Curtis shouted like a dying man as he held on for the ride.
“Ah, fuck!” Chauncey cried out as Curtis began to bounce on his cock. Chauncey stilled, allowing his mate to ride him. “Take it, baby,” he panted as he watched Curtis ride him hard, shouting out a second later as his cock exploded between them.
Chauncey roared as he grabbed Curtis’s hips, slamming his cock into his mate’s ass as he chased his own orgasm. His body shattered as his cock erupted inside his mate’s tight ass. Chauncey began to jerk in an uncoordinated fashion as he tried to milk every last drop from his cock.
Curtis fell to Chauncey’s chest, panting heavily. “Now I’m hungry.”
* * * *
D walked down the steps, desperate for a cup of coffee. The blood Prince Christian was sending him was all well and good, but a cup of the old java was what the vampire really craved. He wondered if he could mix the two.
His thoughts fled when D stepped into the kitchen and spotted his mate. Holy hell! Sloane sat at the table, looking good enough to drink.
His gums ached as he stared at the wolf. When Sloane stood, D squeaked and ran from the kitchen, his caffeine fix forgotten. Shifters and vampires were enemies. There were no two ways about it. It hurt like hell to be away from his mate, but D wasn’t trying to get torn to shreds. His brothers had drilled it into him his whole life. They told him that a shifter would sooner see him dead than be friends with him.
D knew the Lakelands were different. They were Tater’s friends, so they didn’t count. They were rare as shifters because they actually liked vampires. He wasn’t taking any chances with Sloane, though.
The two species weren’t supposed to mate. Hadn’t his brothers told him that over and over again? Tater was different, too. He was made into a vampire…hybrid…thingy, so he didn’t count.
There sure were a lot of exceptions to the rule his brothers had forced down his throat.
D ran up the steps, slamming his bedroom door closed and then locked it, leaning his back against it. He wiped at his eyes as the bloodred tears fell.
Being mated sucked.
* * * *
“Lucky with the fellas?” Chauncey asked as he stared back at the kitchen door as Sloane stood there. Curtis shoved his elbow into his mate, giving him a thin-lipped, disapproving look. “What?”
“You’re not supposed to say that,” Riley said as he took a seat at the table. “D and Sloane are mates.” His older brother sat back, giving Chauncey a disapproving look. Chauncey hated when Riley looked at him like that. He looked up to his oldest brother.
“How was I supposed to know?” He rubbed his ribs, looking sheepishly at Curtis.
“It’s not your fault,” Sloane said as he sat forward, waving a hand toward Chauncey.
“Then what’s his problem?” Chauncey asked, dodging another elbow from his mate.
“Hell if I
Curtis griped his shoulders, his lips parting as Chauncey stretched him. “Did you like it?” he asked apprehensively. The last thing he wanted was for Curtis to relive anything bad that had happened to him.
“Uh-huh,” Curtis moaned.
Chauncey chuckled. He could see that his mate couldn’t think right now. He removed his fingers, separated Curtis’s mounds, and lined his cock up, driving deep.
“Fuck!” Curtis shouted as Chauncey drove into him over and over again.
“This is going to be quick and dirty, honey bunny.”
“Yes,” Curtis hissed as he wrapped his arms around Chauncey’s neck. “Harder, bear, harder.”
Chauncey growled as he planted his feet, slammed his palms into the shower tile in front of him, and snapped his hips at lightning speed. Curtis shouted like a dying man as he held on for the ride.
“Ah, fuck!” Chauncey cried out as Curtis began to bounce on his cock. Chauncey stilled, allowing his mate to ride him. “Take it, baby,” he panted as he watched Curtis ride him hard, shouting out a second later as his cock exploded between them.
Chauncey roared as he grabbed Curtis’s hips, slamming his cock into his mate’s ass as he chased his own orgasm. His body shattered as his cock erupted inside his mate’s tight ass. Chauncey began to jerk in an uncoordinated fashion as he tried to milk every last drop from his cock.
Curtis fell to Chauncey’s chest, panting heavily. “Now I’m hungry.”
* * * *
D walked down the steps, desperate for a cup of coffee. The blood Prince Christian was sending him was all well and good, but a cup of the old java was what the vampire really craved. He wondered if he could mix the two.
His thoughts fled when D stepped into the kitchen and spotted his mate. Holy hell! Sloane sat at the table, looking good enough to drink.
His gums ached as he stared at the wolf. When Sloane stood, D squeaked and ran from the kitchen, his caffeine fix forgotten. Shifters and vampires were enemies. There were no two ways about it. It hurt like hell to be away from his mate, but D wasn’t trying to get torn to shreds. His brothers had drilled it into him his whole life. They told him that a shifter would sooner see him dead than be friends with him.
D knew the Lakelands were different. They were Tater’s friends, so they didn’t count. They were rare as shifters because they actually liked vampires. He wasn’t taking any chances with Sloane, though.
The two species weren’t supposed to mate. Hadn’t his brothers told him that over and over again? Tater was different, too. He was made into a vampire…hybrid…thingy, so he didn’t count.
There sure were a lot of exceptions to the rule his brothers had forced down his throat.
D ran up the steps, slamming his bedroom door closed and then locked it, leaning his back against it. He wiped at his eyes as the bloodred tears fell.
Being mated sucked.
* * * *
“Lucky with the fellas?” Chauncey asked as he stared back at the kitchen door as Sloane stood there. Curtis shoved his elbow into his mate, giving him a thin-lipped, disapproving look. “What?”
“You’re not supposed to say that,” Riley said as he took a seat at the table. “D and Sloane are mates.” His older brother sat back, giving Chauncey a disapproving look. Chauncey hated when Riley looked at him like that. He looked up to his oldest brother.
“How was I supposed to know?” He rubbed his ribs, looking sheepishly at Curtis.
“It’s not your fault,” Sloane said as he sat forward, waving a hand toward Chauncey.
“Then what’s his problem?” Chauncey asked, dodging another elbow from his mate.
“Hell if I
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