Page 92 of Protecting His Vampire Mate

I knew exactly what he meant. Because I could feel his warm, velvety tightness around my cock. But I could also feel the echo of what he was feeling, the delicious pleasure of feeling me filling him up.

I’m not sure how we’re going to be able to stop.

He began to move himself up and down, his hands on my chest, his fangs down and his eyes fixed with mine, as he rode my cock.

My breath caught at the strange—but intoxicating—combined feeling of being both inside of him and feeling his pleasure at yielding to me, at taking me, at the exact same time.

“Let’s not find out,” Bryan told me. “Besides, we’ve got a literal eternity to figure it all out.”

I kissed him, letting everything else go as we made love. He was right. Though, an eternity spent together would never be long enough to love him properly.

It was, however, a start.

EPILOGUE || BRYAN

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” Michael demanded, two months later. His eyes widened in surprise when he and Danny piled into the hospital room and caught sight of Tobias and I wrapping up our healing of Thomas Beyer, the forty-five-year-old happily married father of three who, up until five minutes ago, had been dying. The nurses and doctors couldn’t explain it, but his immune system had been in a freefall for days, every organ in his body shutting down. He had been comatose for the past twenty-four hours.

“I could say the same to you,” Tobias’s eyes narrowed at the hunters. “Try any bullshit and I won’t hesitate to set both of you on fire.”

“Try it,” Michael glared back at him. “I dare you.”

“Jeez, Michael. Seriously, chill,” Danny gave Michael some next-level side-eye. “None of us are enemies here.” Then, to us, he added, “We’ll be peaceful, I promise.”

“Right. As soon as you two explain what the hell you’re doing here,” Michael snapped.

“I think you guys ought to hit the road,” Thomas said to the hunters from between Tobias and I, opening his eyes for the first time. To us, he said, “I’m not sure how to thank you for this. You saved my life.”

Michael’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open as he took in both Thomas’s words and the obvious improvement to his condition. “Wait. They did what? How are you even talking?”

I ignored him, my attention focused on Mr. Beyer. “It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. This is what we do.”

“It’s what?” Michael demanded, sounding outright scandalized.

“Also, there are going to be a lot of questions,” Tobias told Mr. Beyer, pointedly ignoring Michael. “But we were never here. You made a miraculous recovery, and that’s it. No one needs to know how it happened.”

Mr. Beyer nodded solemnly at that, meeting Tobias’s gaze and then mine.

“The nurses said you were unconscious,” Danny put in. He looked less surprised by all of this than Michael did. He added, “They said that you were dying.”

“Well, I feel fine now, thanks to these two,” Mr. Beyer told them. He seemed to size the hunters up. Then he frowned. “Not sure what you two are doing in my hospital room, though.”

“We were—” Michael started, before immediately breaking off.

He and Danny exchanged glances, both of them clearly at a loss for words.

I understood immediately. They had probably been planning to search Mr. Beyer for any markings that might suggest what had attacked him. Meaning that his illness hadn’t been ordinary in the slightest.

I knew it was supernatural, Tobias told me triumphantly, speaking the words into my mind clearly and easily, as though he’d said them aloud. There was nothing mundane about what was happening to him.

Well, sure. But not everything is paranormal. You also said that about the last three cases we worked on, none of which were caused by things that go bump in the night. Sometimes people just get sick or have accidents.

Still. You gotta admit it. I totally called that shit.

“These two are here to help,” Tobias said grudgingly, shooting Michael and Danny a dark look. And I knew from the bond Tobias and I shared that it pained him to do anything to help either of them out. He added, “And we’ve done what we came here to do. So, we’ll be leaving now.”

Without another word, we both brushed past Danny. We left Michael standing at the foot of Mr. Beyer’s bed, apparently rendered speechless.

I hope we never see those guys again, Tobias told me through the bond. They’re dicks. He paused, shooting me a mischievous look. Another hopeless case, handled by the dynamic—

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