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Frost buried his fingers in Gemini’s hair. “Holy shit. Those tattoos really are everywhere.”

Gemini chuckled against his skin. He licked Frost’s cock. The leopard wanted in on the action. He felt his tongue change. His fangs grew. Gemini flipped Frost onto his stomach without giving him time to think. He kissed Frost’s ass and then licked the spot he kissed. A deep moan let him know he was on the right track. He loved to use his tongue. Gemini was essentially a cat, after all. He could lick every inch of Frost all night long and never tire.

Gemini got to work. He savored the taste of Frost’s body, getting him as hot as possible while he plotted. Gemini had chosen to start here for a reason. Once he bit Frost, it would immediately heal and scar. As a Were, Gemini couldn’t be hurt, not really. He didn’t scar. The only person alive who could mark his skin was Frost. Their bite marks were like wedding rings. No other Were would dare encroach. However, if he bit Frost somewhere noticeable, and it immediately healed, there would be questions. He needed the mark to be somewhere even Frost couldn’t likely see. His pride stung at the thought. He wanted everyone to see Frost belonged to him. Later, once Frost understood, Gemini would choose a place everyone would notice.

Frost moaned like he was a dying man. Gemini felt how close he was to the edge without Gemini even touching his dick. Before he could talk himself out of doing this the dirty way by not talking to Frost first, he struck. His fangs pierced Frost’s skin. Blood filled his mouth. Frost came hard. He whimpered out a cry he tried to smother.

Gemini knew Frost was humiliated by how fast he had blown. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t help it. His mate had bitten him. They were one in that moment. His thoughts ran through Gemini as he swallowed Frost’s blood. He felt the way Frost had gone from no real desire to have sex with anyone to having some invisible switch thrown inside. Before them, everything had been muted and watered down. Now that he was where he was supposed to be, he would feel things in such a powerful way, it would likely rock him to his core for a bit. Now that Frost understood how things would be between them, his needs made themselves known. Gemini felt the way he starved, and his skin crawled with desperation. Even after his powerful orgasm, hehadn’t gone soft. His body still demanded more. Gemini knew what he needed. Frost wanted to tear at the sheets and rip at Gemini’s skin. Gemini got it. He had him.

He licked the wound closed and quickly lubed Frost’s hole before flipping him again. Gemini crawled between Frost’s thighs and worshipped his body. He bit his bottom lip as he prowled higher, drawing blood as he thrust inside Frost without giving him time to adjust. A cry rent the air. Gemini covered Frost’s mouth with his while swallowing the sound and letting the blood flow. He knew, in the heat of the moment, Frost would drink without question. Just as predicted, Frost sucked Gemini’s cut lip. As Gemini’s blood slipped down Frost’s throat, the invisible strings that tied them together tightened in his chest. The blood exchange was done. Frost was officially his and Gemini couldn’t hold back any longer. He was a wild animal at heart.

Gemini licked his lip, sealing the wound before repositioning himself. With his knees firmly planted, he pounded Frost. Frost scratched at his skin and begged. Gemini could see every moment in the pitch-black room. Frost wasn’t worried at all about looking desperate. He writhed and strained. Gemini gave him everything. They were connected in every way. Frost’s pleasure was his, and Frost would feel what Gemini felt. The combination was more than mind-blowing. It left a mark on the soul. Neither of them would ever have this with anyone else. Gemini’s throat swelled. This was his mate. He wasn’t alone anymore. Frost was completely inside him, offering him respite from centuries of loneliness.

Frost pulled him closer, obviously feeling Gemini’s sudden pain. “I’ve got you.” The whispered words were nearly his undoing.Then Frost’s building orgasm distracted him. Gemini pushed toward it. He needed to feel Frost blow. When it happened, Gemini lost the ability to breathe. He came lightning fast. The way their orgasms mixed stole everything from Gemini. The sounds he made were out of his control, which was unfortunate, since he sounded more like a beast than a man. Parts of his body shifted. It was out of his control. Thankfully, Frost was just as big of a mess and didn’t notice.

They fell into a cum-soaked, sweaty mess. Their lips automatically sought each other. Ragged breaths filled the room.

“Holy shit.” Frost sounded breathless as hell. He chuckled. “You’ve had me saying that a lot since we met, but that was… whoa.”

Gemini couldn’t stop smiling or searching for places to nuzzle. He was a content cat who needed snuggles. “Give me a minute to recover and we can do it again.”

Frost’s tired-sounding laughter filled the air. “Two orgasms in one night is already my record. I think just you might kill me.”

“You’d die happy.”

The way Frost’s body shook with silent laughter was everything to Gemini. He kissed Frost’s cheek. “Give me a second.” Gemini rolled from the bed and headed for the bathroom. He easily found a clean washcloth and had it soaked in warm water without turning on a single light. Gemini didn’t want to kill the mood, and he saw just as well at night as he did in the day.He returned to Frost’s side and cleaned him. Gemini needed his mate to be cared for properly.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t turn on any lights. You can’t see how red my face is right now.”

The confession surprised a bark of laughter from Gemini. He had been so lost in feeding his need to care for Frost, he hadn’t been listening to Frost’s thoughts. “Sexy, I was just inside you in every way. Now you’ve decided to blush?”

He felt Frost’s embarrassment.

Gemini tossed the washcloth aside and cuddled him. “Let me do my job and take care of you. You never have a reason to be shy around me. You’re my m—” Goddamn it. A wave of sadness washed over him. What should have been the most beautiful night for them had been stolen. He wanted to talk about their life together. His heart needed them to make a plan for the future, so they never slept apart again. Yet here he was, watching his every fucking word. Gemini hated it.

“I’m sorry.” The softly spoken words hurt Gemini’s chest. He knew Frost felt his disappointment and blamed himself. “Before meeting you, I never really wanted anyone to touch me. Now you’re all I think about, and I think that inexperience is coming back to haunt me. I’m sorry this wasn’t all you hoped it would be.”

Fuck. It was even worse than he thought. Frost didn’t understand Gemini’s feelings and Gemini couldn’t explain. NowFrost thought he disappointed him. He pushed his hurt aside from the loss of a proper mating and focused on how fucking thrilled he was to have Frost. “Are you joking? This has been the best night of my life.” He opened his mind and tried to force Frost to feel what he did, despite not knowing he could play inside Gemini’s mind. “Before you, I don’t know. I just didn’t feel whole. I’ve lived all over the world, searching for something I couldn’t find. Then I saw you.” Gemini pictured that moment, so Frost felt what he did. “I knew immediately you were what I’d been hunting.”

Emotion that wasn’t his washed over him. He fought the urge to cry because Frost did. “My life was lonely as hell before you.” He turned his head and met Gemini’s stare as if he could see Gemini every bit as clearly as Gemini saw him. “As crazy as it sounds, I think I—”

A large body landed on Frost, cutting off everything. Cold air whipped through the room. The coppery tang of blood coated the inside of Gemini’s nostrils. The smell was that intense. “Sorry. I don’t have time for a jealous and angry mate.”

As quickly as the man appeared, he disappeared, taking Frost with him. An angry growl cut through Gemini. He was in full leopard form in a flash. His gaze shot around the room. He smelled the air for any hint of Frost. Frost was truly gone, and Gemini didn’t know what to do.

Chapter Six

Theairspunsofast, Frost couldn’t draw a single breath. Then it was over, and he was on his knees next to a man bleeding out. On his back and screaming, his leg was six inches from where it should be. As if someone had tried to reattach it in their panic. It looked as if it had been ripped off mid-thigh.

“Reattach it.”

Frost blinked at the man standing over him. He was covered in blood. Frost was in shock. He couldn’t latch on to details. One second, he had been ready to risk it all by confessing his feelings to Gemini, which—honestly—this had been a save. He almost made a goddam fool of himself. But now Frost was somewhere else, with no clue how it happened. He couldn’t breathe.

“Hurry before he heals without the leg.”

Frost just stared up at his abductor, blinking in his confusion.

The guy growled. He waved both hands as if that fixed everything, except it kind of did. Scrubs appeared on his skin and surgical gloves were on his hands. An array of surgical tools were spread out beside him. Calm settled over Frost. He was in his element. His comfort zone.

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