Page 52 of Accidental Blood Lust
“Well, that was before you both knew you were mates, right? You were still feeling guilty about all of it and worrying about me. So, do it again. Kiss for real, right now.”
“Fine,” Roman growls. “If you need that to prove something, then fine. But sit your ass down and don’t you dare try to go anywhere, because we’re nowhere near done hashing this out.”
He lets go of Jareth and points to the nearest chair, at the foot of the bed where they were both sitting, waiting for me to wake up earlier.
“The cuck chair. That’s appropriate,” Jare mutters as he sinks down into it.
Roman’s expression is thunderous and wild when he turns his attention back to me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he grabs me and hauls me up against him, or the way his fingersdig into my hips, his claws elongating and dragging along the bare patch of skin where my shirt rides up.
“Do you know what it means to be my fated mate, Loch?” His voice is even deeper and more guttural now, and his eyes shimmer and turn a glowing shade of yellow.
I shake my head.
“It means that when you’re ready for me to mark you, we’ll spend eternity bound to each other. It means that protecting you, taking care of you, and making you happy will be the most important thing to me…” He tears his eyes off of mine for a fraction of a second and glances over at Jareth. “Oneof the most important things to me. It means you’re mine.” The way the wordminerolls off his tongue, carrying the full weight of possession and desire makes my cock throb and my cool skin feel suddenly hot.
I hold his gaze for a long moment, and then I grin and try the freaky mind thing that Cassius is so good at, pushing my thoughts directly at Roman.
“Kiss me. And don’t hold back. We need to show Jareth that it doesn’t matter what fate says; we’re not complete without him.”
The grin that stretches across his lips makes me think it worked, that he heard me, and even more importantly, that we’re still on the same page. All those things he just said, I want them. Fuck, I want them. I wanthim. But not without Jareth. I’ll fight the fates myself if I have to.
Roman slams his lips into mine. His mouth is hot, and even without the lingering flavor of blood between us like the last time we kissed, his tongue sliding between my lips is still the one of the most intoxicating things I’ve ever tasted. I groan against his lips and scramble into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and trusting him to hold me. He carried me to bed last night, after all. I still have the hazy memory of it.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and deepen the kiss, sucking his tongue and matching the hungry rhythm of his mouth against mine, giving in to the undeniable draw I’ve felt towards him since I scented him at that bar a few days ago. Has it really been such a short amount of time? Why does it feel like I’ve been waiting for this exact moment for an eternity?
ROMAN
Loch didn’t wantme to hold back, and I’m happy to give him exactly what he asked for. I swallow his moans and let him feel the heat of my hard, throbbing cock between his legs, pressed right up against his. I barely know him, and I don’t know why exactly fate picked him for me or how we’ll fit together, but just the fact that his first thought on hearing the news was that this would make it easier forallof us to be together tells me everything I need to know about him. I don’t love him yet, but I will. I’ll get to know his generous, open heart and learn the ways he needs me to protect it.
He nips at my tongue with a sharp fang, and I hiss against his lips. The copper tang of blood mixes with the sweet flavor of his mouth and turns the kiss into something hungrier and even more desperate. He bucks and grinds against me, making my cock throb and my balls tighten. The base of my cock pulses too, my knot eager to swell inside of Loch, to fill him until neither of us can move another inch and then shoot my load so deep that he can taste it in the back of his throat.
I growl around his tongue and dig my fingers roughly into his ass cheeks.
Typically, wolf shifters only have a knot during the full moon, when our hormones are raging and our beasts are more in control. But it’s different when you have a mate. Theirpheromones call our wolves closer to the surface and knots don’t have to wait for a moon cycle anymore. I can’t wait to give it to him. I can’t wait to mark him, to sink my teeth into whatever pristine patch of flesh he prefers and leave a scar there that will tell everyone we belong to each other.
I can see why Jareth thought this might be enough to chase him from our minds. It’s electrifying, it’s dizzying, it’s fucking mind-blowing. Maybe if my connection to Jare were less strong, the feeling of Loch in my arms would chase him from my thoughts, but as it is, I’m still tuned in to the sound of his breathing, to his scent filling the room, to the feeling of his eyes on us as we ravish each other’s mouths.
Loch breaks the kiss. He doesn’t need to breathe, but he’s panting anyway. His lips are damp, with a smear of my blood darkening them, his fangs are long and his eyes are wide and feral. He unwraps his legs from around my waist and gracefully transitions back to standing, both of us turning our attention to Jareth again at the same time.
I don’t have to hear Loch’s voice in my head to know what he’s thinking. I can feel it. His desire and love for Jareth pulse through our bond, meeting the same feelings that have lived inside me for decades and weaving together into something even stronger.
“See?” Jareth chokes.
I can smell arousal and despair wafting from him, see his cock stiff between his legs and his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“I do see,” Loch purrs, slinking over to Jareth.
My cock throbs and a needy sound tightens in my throat at the sight of the two of them together, Loch leaning over Jareth on the chair, gently running his fingertips over our breathtaking mage’s face. My wolf pants eagerly, not distressed at all to seeour mate drawing his lips closer to someone else’s. Because Jareth isn’t just “someone else,” he’sours.
“Now I needyouto see,” Loch whispers before pressing their lips together and sliding his fingers between Jare’s. They both let out a soft sound, so quiet that even with my shifter hearing I almost miss it. It’s a sound full of relief and longing that makes me ache for both of them.
Without breaking the slow, lingering kiss, Loch pulls Jareth to his feet.
“Come on, puppy, help me show him how good the three of us can be together.”I hear Loch’s voice loud and clear inside my head, the same as if he’d spoken out loud.
“Puppy?”I think back at him, not sure if it even works in that direction.
Surprisingly, he chuckles against Jare’s lips and answers. “I can keep working on a pet name for you. But get the hell over here.”
