Page 41 of Only Fangs

He smiled softly as he reached up to run his fingers through the vampire’s hair. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Mikael replied, his expression a mix of awe and wonder. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” Collin assured him.

Mikael grinned and pulled Collin closer, nuzzling his cheek.

Collin wrapped his arms around the vampire and inhaled the cool, clean scent of his hair. “I feel like I’m floating.”

“Hmm.” Mikael hummed, his breath ghosting over Collin’s skin. “I feel like I’m on drugs, except better.”

“You’re high?”

“Absolutely.” Mikael laughed and the sound made Collin’s heart swell. “And I kind of never want to come down.”

“Me either,” Collin admitted. He’d never experienced anything like this. Never felt so close to someone, never felt so… whole.

They lapsed into silence then, simply holding each other, and Collin’s eyelids grew heavy. He knew they should probably clean up, but he was so exhausted from the stress of the day, so utterly relaxed and satisfied, that he couldn’t bring himself to move.

And, he suspected, neither could Mikael.

The vampire’s breaths were slow and measured, and he seemed to be drifting off too.

Collin sighed and let his eyes fall shut, too tired to fight the urge to sleep. He knew Mikael would still be there when he woke up.

And this time, there was no doubt in his mind that the vampire was here to stay.

Chapter Eleven

Mikael looked down at the man sleeping beside him, heart fluttering at the sight. Collin was curled up against his chest, his head nestled into the crook of Mikael’s neck, his breathing deep and even. The bedsheet was draped over his naked body, but his back was exposed, his smooth, fair skin on display. He was so damn beautiful.

It was all he could do not to roll Collin onto his stomach and have his way with him again.

But that could wait. Collin needed sleep.

And Mikael… well, he just needed Collin.

He brushed his lips over Collin’s forehead, inhaling his mate’s intoxicating scent.

He could have spent forever watching Collin sleep, marveling at the fact that he washis,eventually, though, Mikael felt his own eyelids grow heavy. He yawned and tried to blink the fatigue away, but it was useless. The lure of Collin’s body against his, the warmth of his skin, was impossible to resist.

He closed his eyes.

And he didn’t open them again until something sharp pricked his skin. A burning sensation.

He woke with a jolt, realizing that the first rays of sunlight were creeping through the window and falling across his forearm.

Fuck.

He scrambled out of bed, cursing himself for falling asleep before closing the shutters. Collin mumbled in protest and rolled over onto his side, but he didn’t wake.

“Collin!” Mikael tried to wake his mate while seeking shelter under the bed.

“What?” Collin mumbled sleepily.

“The shutters!”

“The what?” Collin sounded only slightly more awake now. “Where are you?”

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