Page 111 of Bitten

“I drank your blood,” he said to Caelian. Looking to Ralnur, he added. “I drank from both of you.”

“We’re your mates—a dhampir feeds from his mates,” Ralnur said with a smile. “It didn’t affect the change, it seems.”

Kane eyed the warlock. “Does this mean you’re not a vampire?”

“A warlock-dhampir hybrid,” he answered, smiling. “Which breaks no law.”

Kane grinned. “Meaning I broke no law in feeding you.” He paused. “Then why are your eyes red?”

“I read that the dhampir’s mate becomes bound if he drinks his dhampir’s blood. Ralnur must have regular feedings from you now—but supposedly no other blood is needed.” Caelian answered. “His red eyes are a sign of his blood bond to you.”

Kane reached out to Ralnur. When the warlock took it, he drew the man closer. “Bound to me… I like the sound of that.”

“Are you sure?” Ralnur asked. “You didn’t seem too interested in having any mates at all not that long ago.”

“Someone told me that they might make me stronger. He was right,” Kane said with a smile.

“Oh really now?” Ralnur asked, lifting a brow.

“Really,” Kane said, grinning from ear to ear. He reached for Caelian and drew both men closer. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

Ralnur gazed at Caelian, who stared right back. “What do you think?”

Caelian smiled seductively. “I think he might be worth the trouble.”

“Trouble?” Kane cried before lifting Caelian and tossing him over one shoulder. “I think someone needs a spanking.”

Kane felt Caelian shudder against him, and he wondered if he’d gone too far. After his last bout of violence—even if it had been under the bloodlust’s call—maybe he needed to take care. He let Caelian slide down his body. “I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Of course, I know that.”

“Then why do you tremble?” Kane asked the elfling.

“Excitement,” Caelian murmured. He lifted his golden gaze and eyed Kane. “For the idea of a spanking.”

A tremor zipped through Kane as he saw the lust pooling in Caelian’s eyes. But there was another there—one who’d never gotten their touch. Not yet. “Perhaps we save that spanking for a little bit later,” he whispered, turning to gaze at Ralnur. “We’ve yet to have Ralnur in our bed. I think we need to initiate him into this relationship.”

Caelian’s smile grew. “Agreed.”

Ralnur walked closer and lifted Caelian’s chin. “You never know. I might want to be the one to offer your punishment.”

Caelian gasped, his body tightening.

Ralnur closed the gap and captured the elf’s mouth. Heat slammed into Kane as he watched the pair hungrily devouring one another. He took a half step back, just so he could see them better.

They tore at one another’s clothing, each stripping the other bare. Both were hard, their cocks jutting before them as they kissed. Kane leaned back in and gripped one cock in each hand, slowly stroking each one and learning the feel of them. Their groans and cries of pleasure echoed about the room as he touched them. He loved the silken feeling of their skin in his hands. Both were on fire.

After a few more minutes, they broke apart. First, Kane kissed Ralnur, loving the hint of Caelian on his lips. Next, he kissed Caelian, getting the same hint of Ralnur. Never did his hands stop—he pushed both his mates higher and higher.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last much longer,” Ralnur said, pulling away. “And I have a spanking to give before that happens.”

The warlock took one of Caelian’s hands and led the man through a set of double doors and into a huge bedroom. Kane followed them in and gazed around at the opulence. The bedroom was nearly as large as the suite Ralnur had while under house arrest. A four-postered canopy bed big enough for an army sat in the center, gauzy drapes hanging from the top. Ralnur stopped Caelian at the foot of the bed, along one poster. “Wait right here. Don’t move.”

Kane watched Ralnur move to a large armoire and open it. He couldn’t see what Ralnur was doing, but a smile grew across his face as he spied the flogger and rope that the warlock pulled out. He returned to Caelian, but not before handing over the flogger. “Hold this for a moment, please.”

“Anything you wish, mate.”

Ralnur’s seductive smile grew. He turned to Caelian and bound both hands in rope. Then he tied the man to the poster. “You’re all mine,” the warlock murmured.

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