Page 19 of Kidnapping Their Third

“Flock,” he repeated, agreeing with Pike. Desperate to say more, he focused on the swirling mass of thoughts and sensations. The right word finally popped into his head. “Sloneczko.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not English or Spanish,” Pike said with a little laugh. “I guess I’m going to be learning another language.”

Hunger pulled away from Pike and placed a hand on the bear shifter’s broad chest. “Sloneczko.”

“Is that your word for me?” Pike asked. “I like it. What’s your name?”

Hunger shook his head. He couldn’t pull anymore words from his mind. He petted Pike’s chest apologetically. “Hunger?”

“Is that your name or your state?” Pike asked with a frown. “Your eyes are red, and you’re having a hard time talking. Will blood fix you or is there something else wrong?”

When Hunger didn’t respond, Pike leaned over and bared his neck. “Take from me, my mate. Let me feed you.”

Hunger violently shook his head. As much as he needed blood, he’d never feed on his flock! Never!

Pike made a soothing sound. “You don’t want to take mine, that’s okay. We’ll find another way to get you blood.”

Hunger smiled up at Pike, relieved he understood. Pike didn’t see the smile; he was too busy taking in Hunger’s appearance.

“You’re a bit of a mess.”

He probably was, but that didn’t matter. He needed Pike to agree to a soul exchange, everything else could wait. Hunger moved in close and rose to his toes so he could press his lips to Pike’s. The big shifter gasped and then parted his lips.

His bear tasted like a star-lit night after a rain. Pure and sparkling.

There was such an immediate and strong connection between them that the kiss felt like they were meeting after a long parting, not kissing for the first time.

A need even greater than his desire for blood rose up inside him. Pressing his body against Pike, he reveled in the feel of the bear’s body. Shifters tended to be large and muscular, but Pike was even bigger and more muscled than average. The big shifter’s body grew hot, and Hunger could feel Pike’s massive cock getting hard in his jeans. Drawing his hands between them, he tugged at the closure of Pike’s pants, requesting permission.

Without breaking the kiss, Pike made a whimpering noise that Hunger took as agreement. After tugging the button open and the zipper down, Hunger reached into his boxer briefs and palmed Pike’s rapidly hardening cock. A pearl of precum smeared against his hand as he ran his finger up and down the length.

Shuddering, Pike moaned into his mouth. His hips moved a little as Hunger teased him with light touches and half strokes. Having Pike worked up and distracted would make the soul exchange easier. He wished he could make the bear shifter understand everything that was about to happen, but with his lack of language, it was impossible.

Pike had declared them mates, which meant their souls bonded the moment they touched. A soul exchange was only a small step beyond that.

When he tried to pull away and end the kiss, Pike made a sad sound and attempted to follow. A hand on his chest made the bear stop and straighten up.

“Please don’t stop,” Pike begged, his eyes glassy with need. Hunger made a comforting sound and reached up with his free hand to grip Pike’s chin while still stroking the bear’s massive cock with the other. Hunger held the man’s head still, staring deep into his eyes as he sent his magic into the bear. Going slow so he wouldn’t hurt the shifter, Hunger wrapped his power around Pike’s soul and gently separated a piece. Pike didn’t react until Hunger began pulling the piece into himself.

“What are you doing?” Pike asked, his eyes focused now, his erection deflating in Hunger’s hand. “It feels like you're tugging something out of me that’spulling on my whole aura.”

In an attempt to distract Pike, Hunger started stroking the bear again. Pike moaned and shivered from the touch, his eyes never leaving Hunger’s.

Easing the piece of Pike’s soul from his body, Hunger folded it into his own soul. Pike whimpered and shook, his body getting cold even as his cock stayed hard.

“I feel weird,” he whispered.

If Hunger didn’t act quickly, Pike would feel more than weird. Separating a piece of Pike’s soul left a hole in his aura, causing him to bleed magic. Uncaring of his own discomfort, Hunger was far less gentle with himself. Ripping a piece of his own soul off, he ignored the agony and focused on feeding it gently into Pike. It was delicate work made harder by having to keep his hand moving on Pike’s throbbing dick at the same time.

The moment that bit of soul touched Pike’s, the bear’s soul sucked it in, and his aura was whole. Their bond as vampire and flock snapped into place and power surged between them.

Pike threw back his head and cried out as he spurted hot jets of cum all over Hunger’s hand. Hunger continued to stroke Pike through his orgasm until the shifter’s head dropped, and his shoulders slumped.

“It’s never been like that,” Pike mumbled, moving Hunger’s hand off his cock so he could wrap his long, thick arms around the vampire. He hugged Hunger tightly, breathing hard and covered in sweat. “What did you do to me? I feel different.”

Hunger said nothing, only hugged Pike back and enjoyed the sense of peace that came with a successful soul bond.

“I guess you can’t answer me,” Pike murmured. “Whatever it was, I love it. I can feel you in the back of my head. Like a happy presence humming. I’ve never felt so loved before.”

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