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That hadn't happened in a very long time. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd thought
of something as more important than the club.
Luc nibbled on his fingers, his wrist.
His elbow.
His upper arm.
"No biting." Really, wasn't it Luc who usually said that?
Luc chuffed, then bit his shoulder.
"Mmm. No. Only if you bite me as a man."
Luc growled softly, then shook him.
"Oh, bad kitty." Laughter took him, though, and he dug his fingers deep into Luc's fur.
Luc shifted again, lips on his ear, soft sounds leaving his lover.
"Mmm. Yes." He scratched and rubbed, loving how Luc responded to him. Loving Luc.
"Mate. I changed. I had my tail, my whiskers. You smell so good." His ear was nibbled. "Tell me
we're going to destroy them all."
"We are. I promise." He'd given up vengeance a long time ago for himself. For his cat he would
do a great deal.
"Yes." Luc nodded, wrapped around him, fingers moving randomly. "I like Deke."
"Do you? He's dear." Deke would sneer at that description, but the wolf and his vampire mate
were Jonny's best friends. Possibly his only friends, really.
"Mmmhmm. He's solid. I'm ready for my eyes to work now."
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"So am I, love. Do you..." He hated to ask, but he had to. "Do they feel as though they're
healing?"
"They don't sting anymore."
"Oh, well." Was that good? Hell, he didn't know. Luc was still far closer to human than Jonny.
Luc's head tilted, nose twitching a bit. "You will not have to keep me, you know. I would not ask
you to take a damaged mate."
"What?" When he worked out what Luc meant, he pinched that muscled ass. Pinched hard. "Stop
that. I intend to keep you, one way or the other. You are mine, Luc."
"Yours?" Luc yelped, pushed him back onto the bed. "Are you sure?"
"I am. Very, very sure." He laughed, his hands all over that sweet body.
"Because I would want the best for you." Luc's actions did not match the words and those teeth
scraped along his collarbone, marking him.
"You are the only one who has ever made me feel this way." He'd had a long life.
"Good." That single word had a wealth of satisfaction in it.
"It is." His hands followed the line of Luc's back, up and down. The feel of smooth skin and heat
made him hum.
"You need to feed soon." Luc purred in response. "My skin feels tight."
"Do I?" The thought made his cock pull up strongly, his balls aching. "Are you sure you're up to
it?"
Luc's answer was a sharp, strong bite on his shoulder, deep and bruising Well, that was...
definitive. Suddenly he was ravenous, too. Jonny slipped to one side, bending to lick at the long
line of Luc's neck. The vein there pumped steadily, throbbing under his lips, and he groaned at
the promise under the thin skin.
The need slammed into him, the desire for the hot, metallic taste of life. Luc's blood was
addiction made flesh. Jonny sank his fangs in deep, pushing past muscle to find a vein. The yowl
rang out, echoing, the rich throb of blood on his tongue perfect, wild.
Sinking into it, Jonny sucked hard, drawing Luc into him. It was feral, a bright light in his head,
coursing through his body. This was what he craved, his wild one, pouring into him, sustaining
him. Jonny didn't know if he would ever be able to feed from anyone else again. This was too
perfect.
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Luc's fingers scraped down his belly, dragging on his shirt, snagging the fabric.
"Sweet." He murmured the word against Luc's throat, moving down a scant few inches to bite
again.
This time the scratches were deeper, stronger, more claw than nail. Jonny moaned, his hips
beginning to rock, his cock aching and hard, suddenly coming to his notice.
"Mate." Luc tore at his clothes, ripping at his slacks.
"Yes." His fangs slid free on the single word, and he shoved Luc down, struggling out of the
remaining clothing. He needed skin. Now.
Luc was in constant motion, hands dragging over skin, those muscles jerking furiously. Jonny bit
down again, teeth sinking into Luc's shoulder. God, yes. He didn't care if Luc never saw again.
Well, he did, but this was his regardless. His.
His and he would defend it.
"Fuck me." Luc yowled softly, fingers tugging his hair, dragging him closer.
"Are you sure?" He had to ask, despite the hard evidence of Luc's need against him.
"Now." That wasn't a request. That was a clear demand.
"Love." Jonny held his fingers to Luc's mouth, making a silent demand of his own.
His lover opened up to him, sucking and pulling, tongue dragging on the tips of Jonny's fingers
until he wanted to scream. He took it as long as he could before pulling away, sliding his hand
down between the long, spread thighs. So open. So accepting.
"Hurry. I'll get fuzzy soon. It's close."
Hurry. Nodding, Jonny pushed his fingers inside that hot, tight hole, opening Luc quickly. The
entire club would be hearing Luc's pleasure, hearing the happy, wild roar as he quickly stretched
and touched.
He couldn't wait anymore. Jonny pulled free, his cock pushing in where his fingers had been.
That body was like a heated fist, gasping his prick, drawing him in deep. Jonny paused, licking
blood off Luc's shoulder, where it trickled down the pale skin. Fire there, too. So good.
"Mate. Hungry mate." Luc began to move, shift, driving himself down and up, again and again.
Moaning, Jonny grabbed Luc's hips and started to control the rhythm, knowing he needed to get
on with it.
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"I feel you. Harder." Demanding man.
"Harder," Jonny agreed, willing to give anything he could. He smacked the side of Luc's hip,
slamming into that tight body, opening Luc unmercifully.
"Yes. Make me yours." Luc bared his teeth, snapping at the air.
Jonny did the only thing he could to make it better. He bit down one last time, pulling Luc into
him while he pushed his cock into Luc's body. He tasted the rich blood as Luc came, the heat
spreading between them.
Crying out, Jonny let go, his head falling back as his hips punched forward. Oh. His cat. Sharp
claws dragged down his spine. Jonny was amazed that he didn't explode into tiny pieces. His
body felt as though it wanted to, like he would just disintegrate.
Of course, he thought, perhaps, Luc would complain about that. Pieces of undead in the fur
was... complicated.
Chuckling, Jonny came, his body bucking against Luc's. He was in such trouble with this one.
Such wonderful trouble.
Long term trouble, he believed.
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Chapter Fourteen
Luc sniffed, daring to slide out of the room he'd been in for so many days. There were so many
smells. So many, but Jonny's was strong, so he followed it, whiskers to the ground.
There was a hallway, a corner that he hit his head on. Then there was smell after smell, too
many, too much. He crouched, growling low, trying to ignore the panic that was crawling up his
spine.
"Hey, Luc! What the heck are you doing out here?" He had to sift through his memories to find
the voice, the cat not knowing it as well as the man. Deke.
He moved close to the voice, offering a yowl.
Deke scratched his ears, which made him focus, made much of the clutter in his head go away.
"Man, you're a brave one, I'll give you that."
Of course he was, but mainly, he was bored. He'd explored the room, smelled. Now he wanted to
explore more.
"Man, I'd be going nuts, I was you. You want to take a walk?"
He purred, pushed against Deke's hand with his head. He did.
"Come on." One hand stayed on him, Deke's fingers sinking into his ruff. "We'll go to the
kitchen, get some grub."
He followed close, shoulder against Deke's knee. He could hear the periodic gasps and noises,
but they didn't matter. The smells here were fascinating. The closer they got to the kitchen, the
more he smelled meat. Raw or cooked, red or white or fish. Oh.
He panted, his breath chuffing out of him, over and over.
"Yeah. Kind of amazing, huh? What do you want? I'll grab us some grub. Roast chicken?" Deke
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