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“Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, fine. It’s just the second time my fangs shocked me,” he mumbled, looking away from me. I stood and grabbed his face so fast he gasped, but I needed to see it. I lifted his lip and sure enough, his fangs were out.

  “Yeah, you’re mine,” I snarled as my own came out. He stared at me with huge eyes, shivering as he watched me. “You’re just catching up, aren’t you?”

  He nodded, licking his lips. “I was mad earlier but I wasn’t mad at you. I thought it was just because I was turned on. They don’t come out just when we’re turned on, do they?”

  “Sometimes to feed, but not with other vampires, no, strudel.”

  “Oh,” he breathed, his eyes filling with want. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say next but he beat me to it, his hands going to his belt and quickly undoing it. “Yours came out too. They ever come out before?”

  “Not with a vampire.”

  “Not Artur?”

  “He is a vampire. No, never.” I watched as he undid his fly and hooked his thumbs in his pants and underwear. “Why?”

  “You should make love to me then.”

  “Yes—huh—what? How did we get from fangs to that?” I asked, looking up to his eyes then.

  “I love you, Philo,” he whispered as he started to toe off his shoes. “And I trust you and—”

  That was as far as he got before I scooped him up and raced towards my room. There was no way we were doing this outside where anyone could find us. And I’d be damned if I’d let his first time be on a cold bench no matter how much that bench meant to me.

  Moments later I had us in my room and Norris in my bed.

  Except then he wasn’t looking at me.

  “What’s wrong? I didn’t want your first time to be outside on a cold bench.”

  “You said that bench was important,” he mumbled. “Besides, it smells like him in here. I found him in your bed just a bit ago, remember?”

  “Shit, I forgot all about him, stupid Artur,” I bitched. Norris glanced at me then and I saw some of the doubt leave his eyes which I was grateful for. “Why don’t you take a moment in the bathroom, make sure this is really what you want and not the sangria talking, while I change the sheets and open the windows so everything only smells of us.”

  His cheeks flushed but I could tell it was the right thing to say from the relief in his eyes. “Okay.”

  He hopped out of bed and I went to work. I had the sheets off and in the hall in no time, clean ones on—along with pillowcases—windows open, lube ready, and completely naked in minutes. Hell, I was practically vibrating on the bed waiting for him.

  When he stepped out of the bathroom, just as naked, but hesitant, I swear he looked like an angel. “How did I not see the curls when we showered together?”

  “I made sure to wrap my head in a towel right away,” he admitted, slowly edging closer. I think he felt better having something to talk about. “Do you really like them?”

  “I do, strudel. I really do,” I groaned, gesturing to my cock. He stumbled a step when he saw how big I was and I swear I saw his ass cheeks clench on the sides from the way his leg muscles moved. “Hey, we’ll go slow. We can stop at any time, okay? I know we’re made to fit.”

  “It’s just, you’re huge. I didn’t see you were that huge. You felt big, really big, but seeing it and knowing where it’s going like right now is way scarier than thinking about it someday soon and it was fun to play with and have it cum on me and—”

  I grabbed his wrist when he was close enough and yanked him to me, turning so he was on the bed and then scooting us under the covers. I cupped his cheek and let him see how serious I was. “All I want is you back here. No more distance between us. No more entanglements driving us apart. If this is all we do tonight, then I’m happy we’re doing something together instead of feeling like a piece of me is missing.”

  “Me too,” he whispered, just about purring when I tangled my fingers in his curls. Oh, that was going to be a fun hot spot to explore later. “I swear, I thought I was going to die when I found Artur in here. I almost ran to you and offered to let you spank me every day, like that would help if you really wanted him.”

  “No, but can I get that offer anyways?” I whimpered, parting his legs and grinding my cock against his. “Mmm, strudel.” My lips found that spot under his ear and I went to town, new images of fun popping in my head. “God, I was so right, angel and sinner all in one. You have no idea how hot it sounds to get you on all fours, slap your firm ass, and then fuck you all night.”

  “Oh god, I’m going to come,” he moaned. I heard a slapping sound and stopped, glancing over to see he was trying to reach for the lube I’d left out on the nightstand.

  “What are you doing, strudel?”

  “I want you inside me, Philo,” he whispered, shaking with desire. “I want it. I mean, like now. I might be scared it will hurt, but I trust you. I want it so bad I don’t care how bad it hurts. Just now. I want you in me and all the grunting and pounding and screaming I’ve seen on porn plus more.”

  “Sinner, such a sinner,” I moaned, reaching for the lube and slicking up my fingers. I pushed one in his hole as I kept rubbing against him, finger fucking him at the same time. When he was ready, one became two and that set him off in a big way.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me now, Philo,” he screamed before burying his face in my chest. He rode out his orgasm as I kept stretching him, touching all the best spots deep in him.

  “I love you, Norris,” I whispered as he came down from his climax, melting into the bedding.

  “I love you too,” he purred, spreading wider for me. “If sex is better than that, you have my undivided permission to me anytime you want, no matter when or where. I just, god, day or night, my answer is always yes, take me.”

  I chuckled as I lapped at his pert nipple. “Good to know.” He spasmed with an aftershock and by then he was ready for three fingers. He moaned loudly, bending one knee to his chest, putting all of himself on display for me. “I think now is the time for some Q and A.”

  “Whatever you want, my Philo,” he agreed with a goofy, orgasm-inducing grin.

  “What were you and Verge texting about?”

  “He wanted me to play along and make you jealous but I said no. You seemed shocked Artur was there so it was your mom who invited him. Besides, we promised no games. He said I was so sweet and good-hearted it gives him a toothache sometimes.”

  “You are sweet, but I like sweet,” I praised, pumping my hand faster as I leaned over him. He moaned as his hips moved with me. “Thank you for keeping your promise.”

  “It was the least I could do since my breakdown was the reason we were apart,” he whispered, frowning.

  “Hey, you needed a time-out. That’s okay.”

  “Is it?”

  “As long as we talk about them, sure.”

  He stared up at me for the longest of time, even as I slid in a fourth finger, and until he was ready. “I don’t ever want a time-out again, Philo. I don’t want it to be jealousy that makes me see I was being stupid or awkward moments during training that kill me because I miss you and am too inept to tell you what’s going on in my head. I want to not run, but you’re right, it’s my default setting. Too much happened to me and I’m programmed to run. I don’t want to run from you.”

  It was maybe the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me so I nodded. But I too needed a minute to think on that. So I pulled my fingers out of him and turned him over onto his hands and knees. Then I moved over him and slowly pushed in him, shivering when he moaned loudly.

  I paused when I was a third of the way, giving him time to adjust. When he relaxed, I started gently thrusting. It was when I was almost all the way in he started clawing at the sheets, shaking his head.

  “No, I’m spinning out. Stop, Philo, stop!” he begged.

  I wrapped my arm around his chest and kissed his shoulder, bottoming out inside him. “No. I’ve got you. I will always
have you, Norris.”

  “You can’t know that.”

  “I can,” I swore as we moved together, his hips coming back to meet mine. “If you run, I will chase you now that I know you want me to. If you’re scared of falling, I will catch you or we will jump together.”

  “Oh god, too much, too much, so good,” he whimpered as he moved faster with me. “Burns so good.”

  Yes, but we were also running a little dry with the way he had been squirming and my rushing things. I kept pace but was able to reach over and grab the lube, squirting some extra on my dick before thrusting right back in him and tossing the bottle to the side.

  He liked that even better. Especially when my slicked-up hand moved to his groin and stroked him in time to my thrusts.

  “Philo, Philo, please, Philo,” he chanted, making me feel about twenty feet tall.

  “What do you want, my strudel?”

  “Your bite,” he whimpered as he leaned his head back on my shoulder. I realized he probably had no clue what he’d just admitted so I let it go. No way I was really claiming him his first time having sex when we’d just gotten back together.

  No fucking way. No matter how much I wanted to.

  Instead I brought him off twice before filling his tight ass with the proof of how much he pleased me. When we were spent, we collapsed to the bed and I carefully pulled out of his well-used ass before gathering him up against me.

  “Wow,” I chuckled, smiling when he tangled up his legs with mine. “Who knew it was so much fun to be with a virgin? That was a high like none other.”

  “You asshole,” he hissed, shoving at me harder than I thought possible. He was out of the bed in a flash.

  I had a second to process the change in him before I jumped after him. Norris made it to the bathroom before me and the door was closing. I tried to grab it but all I did was get my hand slammed in the door. I bit back a scream but still yanked the door open with my other hand, Norris stumbling back out into the room. His eyes went wide when he saw the pained expression I must have been wearing.

  Yeah, it had really gotten smashed. I felt the bones trying to heal, each little break setting back in place. My fangs came out and I hissed at him until he backed into the bathroom. Fine, I wanted a shower with him anyways. I slowly and menacingly corralled him into my shower stall, pressing him against the tiles with my larger frame before starting the water and then sliding the door closed with my uninjured hand.

  “Now, you’re going to explain to me what I just said that was so wrong and I’m going to apologize or elaborate for you. We’re going to be calm, and if required, I will grovel, but I won’t yell about you shattering my hand because it’s a fair bet I stuck my foot in my mouth. Strudel, I will do that. I won’t ever mean to hurt you, but there’s a reason people avoid me. I’m better with planes than people. So explain.”

  He glanced at the hand I was holding out to the side, seeing the way it shook as it healed, and nodded. “You just admitted virgin sex was a high you wanted again and the best sex ever because it was with a virgin. Guess who’s not a virgin anymore?”

  Oh, ouch. Yeah, when he put it like that, it did sound bad. “No, but you’re not exactly experienced, strudel. You’re a shower sex virgin.”

  “I am,” he hedged, blinking up at me, the water falling off his lashes and onto his cheeks. Then he stared into my eyes. “So it’s not so much about it being my first as is that I was really open with you because it was my first time and I didn’t know what to hide or how to act cool about it?”

  I bounced that around in my head and then nodded. “Yeah. You spun out. I made you spin out. It spun me out. It was a trip, like a high. Maybe it wasn’t the virgin part but being with you.” I brushed my lips against his and then met his eyes again. “I am sorry I hurt your feelings. I didn’t ever, not in any context, mean I wanted to go out and bang a line of virgins. I simply meant I never saw the draw before, but now I get it, the openness.”

  “Can I just always promise to be open with you and willing to try anything and you swear you’ll never get bored with me?” he whispered, a hint of begging in his tone.

  I knew my answer even if it didn’t seem so important to him right then. “Done.” I felt my eyes just about bug out of my head as I watched him drop to his knees. “What are you doing?”

  He blinked up at me with that innocent look but then smiled like a sinner again that got me so hot. “I’m also a blow job virgin. It’s the least I can do for smashing your hand.”

  “Yeah it is,” I agreed. He licked the tip a few times before taking me into his mouth. He didn’t get very far down my shaft, but he did suck hard, wanting what I had to offer, and that made it an excellent blow job in my book.

  After that, we quickly cleaned up, Norris taking good care of me since my hand was still healing. Then we crawled into bed and I fell asleep around the man of my dreams, even if I’d never had a clue he was who I’d wanted. Funny how things worked out like that, right?

  * * * *

  The next morning I woke alone and seconds later was irate that I was alone. I jumped out of bed and got dressed, hand healed. “Fuck this. He’s not running again. I don’t care if I have to tie him down, ink him up, claim him, or all three. He’s not running.” I stormed out of my room, sniffing him out.

  “Good morning, my youngest,” Mum greeted me when I reached the kitchen. She did a double take when she saw my face. “Oh no. What happened? I thought things had worked out by the—um, sounds, heard through the open windows.”

  Whoops, forgot to close those. “I thought so too,” I bitched, glancing around. “Where is he?” Several people pointed out to the back terrace where most came to have their breakfast from all the different residences. I ignored what my mum was saying and marched out there, steam coming out of my ears. It didn’t get better when I saw him laughing with Perfecta like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Oh shit,” someone hissed as I practically plowed a few pre-trans clearing plates to get there. “Incoming, Norris!”

  My prey lifted his head just in time to have his eyes bug out before I was on him.

  “I woke alone! Why did I wake alone?”

  “Perfecta and I were—”

  “Yes, I see, eating and having lots of fun.”

  “Settle down, baby brother,” Perfecta cooed as if talking to the crazy person in the room.

  Maybe I was. I didn’t care. He made me crazy. “I thought no more running.”

  “No, I wasn’t. We agreed—”

  “I know what we agreed to,” I hissed, getting in his face as my fangs popped out. “If you ran, I would chase. If you left, I would hunt you down. One thing you forget, my delectable strudel, if you have a hunter give chase, you become the prey. I don’t have much control with prey.”

  “Yes, of course, but I mean me and Perfecta,” he panted, licking his lips.

  “There is no you and Perfecta,” I growled as I yanked him out of his seat. I pushed him up against the stones of the house, loving the way he shivered and watched me without distraction. “Do I need to remind you who you said you love? Should I not be patient with you anymore and claim what’s mine here for all to see? Should I show them how I make you scream my name and then maybe you won’t leave my bed again?”

  “Okay,” he breathed as he fisted my shirt and tilted his neck, giving me access to it.

  I leaned in, maybe really about to do it but then was cracked from behind with something metal. “Philo D'Agostino Sutton, don’t you dare do your man the dishonor of mating him in anger like this in front of all these strangers!” my grandmother roared. I grabbed my head and let go of Norris.

  “Hey, no hitting,” Norris snapped as he moved in between us. “Thank you for worrying about my honor, but I don’t care about that. It would be my honor to be Philo’s mate. I’ve already offered him my neck. I accept all of him, even his temper and jealous side. So thank you, no hitting, but I could have said no. I didn’t.”

 
“She is right,” I grumbled, glancing at her. “Sorry, Grandmum.” She nodded and went back to where she was sitting, taking her chair with her. God, that was what I’d gotten to the head, a metal garden chair.

  Ouch.

  “Sorry, strudel.”

  “Don’t be,” he murmured, checking my head. “I meant what I said. And for the record, I wasn’t running. I was trying to tell you that Perfecta and I had made plans before you and I reconciled to have breakfast this morning and talk. Everyone’s been talking to people about what’s been going on but us.” I shot him a guilty look and he shook his head. “Okay, fine, but me. Wow, am I an idiot or what?”

  “No, I am. I’m sorry. That was my fault as your trainer. I thought Alexander or one of them was handling that for everyone. I’m sorry.” I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Hey, on the bright side, I have everyone here on speed dial.”

  “Perfecta gave me her Skype address,” he chuckled. “Can I keep talking with her?”

  “Of course you can.” I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly, burying my face in his neck. “This was never about wanting to keep you away from others. I thought you were running again. I was in this place that we were all good then I woke alone, thought we’d backslid somehow and I’d missed it, again, and I freaked.”

  “No, no backsliding,” he chuckled. “How about I just leave a note next time or tell you when I have plans?”

  It sounded very controlling of me, possessive almost, but still I nodded. We’d started out so rocky and with our insecurities, what we had to overcome… Yeah, I wanted the extra attention too.

  People could bite me if they didn’t get it.

  “I did tell you last night I wanted your bite,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “I don’t care how good everything felt, I wouldn’t have offered that lightly, Philo. I love you. No backsliding. I might run for space, but yeah, I know if you chase, I’m prey, and I’m cool with the consequences of your response.”

  “Good.” When he put it like that, it sounded fair. “I think we should wait though. We do know each other pretty well, and hell, most of our training sessions were awkward dates, I just want some calm, happy weeks under our belt before we make the final leap.”