Page 214 of The Cruelest Undead

Take what you need. I’m here to be your snack,Jacques offered, making him laugh.

“Please,” Flynn said out loud, again.

Death leaned in, and he could feel Flynn’s body ripple beneath him. Rinnon was going to feed also. To him, this was sexual, and he was never saying no to a moment shared.

Only, they had a problem.

Flynn’s fangs wouldn’t come out.

That was how tired he was.

It was a good thing that Jacques knew how to make that happen. He lifted his chin, and stared into his icy blue eyes.

Kiss me, my Flynn.

Yes, please.

Jacques found his mouth, and the kiss was gentle at first, but then, it became heated. As his mouth moved over Flynn’s, the heat flooded them.

Both men got hard.

How could they not?

As Jacques coaxed out Flynn’s fangs, they broke into his mouth, and he knew what he needed to do.

He broke the kiss, and moved his neck to be within Flynn’s reach.

Then, he felt a quick flash of pain, followed by intense pleasure.

Oh, and it was definitely intense.

Oh, God,Jacques whispered through his mind, as Flynn wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his body. He was locked to him, and his mate was sucking ferociously on his neck.

More!

Take what you need, my love.

Flynn could barely hear him over the thumping of his heart. He craved the taste of his mates, and when he was wounded, or exhausted, he lacked subtlety or control.

He became that wounded animal.

It also didn’t help that Rinnon was chanting in his mind.

Take him! Take him for us! I need him!

Shhhhhhhh!

Let me out and I will bend Death over and make him mine!

He’s already ours. Let me feed.

Jacques couldn’t move. He’d let Rinnon get all of the control, and he was at Flynn’s mercy. Granted, he couldn’t drain him dry, or kill him, but he could make him wild.

Flynn,he whispered.

Oh, his mate knew what he was thinking about. He, too, was thinking the same thing. Slowing down his drinking, he sent his mate erotic images.

They were of him and Jacques naked.

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