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His mate licked at his shoulder then whispered, “Don’t be afraid. Our souls just soldered together, sweetheart.”

Hyett buried his cock and cried out, clinging to Wesley’s hips.

They collapsed to the bed, then Hyett pulled Wesley close, cuddling him against his sweaty, solid chest. Wesley loved lying in his mate’s strong arms. They made him feel safe, like no one could ever touch him.

Hyett nuzzled him, licking his neck.

Wesley chuckled. “Is this the part where you eat me?”

“I already did that, and your cock tasted amazing.” Hyett kissed Wesley just below his ear.

“You now have the spot of our official first kiss,” Wesley reminded him.

He felt Hyett smile against his skin. “A spot I plan to revisit as many times as you’ll let me.” He kissed Wesley’s bare shoulder.

Chapter Eight

Durzi glanced at his phone when he heard the familiar ping. It was a text from Bailey saying Wesley was being discharged. At seven in the evening?

Although Durzi knew very little about humans and hospitals, even he was aware discharges normally happened around noon or maybe a few hours after. But this late?

He called Bailey.

“Hello?”

Why did the human sound as if he had no clue who was calling him? As many times as Durzi had texted the moron, his number should’ve been stored in Bailey’s phone. “Wesley was just now released?”

“What are you talking about?” Now Bailey sounded even more confused. “I sent that text around one-thirty.”

“So, you’re telling me my phone is messed up, is that it?” Durzi snarled. “Or did you let Wesley know we were watching him and decided to give him a heads-up? Maybe give him and his father time to pack and leave town?”

God, he really hated humans. They were so untrustworthy. The guy had been given one damn job. Watch someone in a hospital bed. The task didn’t even require traveling for fuck’s sake.

“Hospitals are notorious for lousy signals. I just got off work and left the building, so the text probably just now went through. As much as I despise you, I wouldn’t dare cross you,” Bailey retorted.

At least the human wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. He should be. “It’s not like I have a soft spot for you either, dipshit, but keep talking smack and your coworkers will become your nurses.”

Durzi had tried to think of a better threat, but his mind was preoccupied. He was getting hungry. It had been weeks since he’d last feasted on a soul, and he was starting to get hunger pangs.

If the hunger became any stronger, he might attack Morton. Can’t have that.

“And his father wasn’t released,” Bailey said. “It was just Wesley.”

Too bad Durzi couldn’t pay the son a visit, but he couldn’t, not without dragging Morton along. He chewed the side of his lip. Maybe he could drug Morton, toss him in the back of the minivan, then go have a little fun with Wesley.

He was beautiful, for a human.

“Hello?” Bailey said.

“You are a seriously irritating person,” Durzi growled. “Go play in traffic.”

He hung up and pocketed his phone.

Then cursed. What if he drugged Morton and that interfered with his signal jamming? That was a risk Durzi couldn’t take.

He glanced toward the door when someone knocked. When he answered it, he found a smiling female standing there. A regular of Morton’s.

Her soul would do just fine.

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