Page 42 of Tested
Chapter Thirteen
Connor
We need to get Trajan fed, and we need to do it asap, because in the midst of Doctor Gray’s work, I get a text from Smith.
He’s received the statements from the Pasadena PD and wants my help with follow-up interviews. Starting now.
First, though, we need to heal our partner, our lover, the tie that binds us all. I explain the situation to Sheena and without batting an eye she gets out her phone and makes a call. When she’s done, she’s got two volunteers waiting at the club for us.
Trajan’s too weak to move very far, so we decide he’ll feed from us here first. Sheena takes off in case things get messy, and David takes her place at Trajan’s side. The wolf’s eyes are huge and glassy; my internal distress is written clearly on his face.
“You need to eat, Tray.” David strokes Trajan’s cheek, but the vampire’s head is resting against the back of the sofa and his eyes are half closed.
“’S okay, puppy. I’m okay.”
“Come on, now, the doctor said you need to eat.” David straddles Trajan’s hips, his arms around his head, fingers threaded through his hair. Stretching his torso, David gently guides Trajan so his lips are against David’s throat. “It’s right there, baby.”
Trajan gives a soft moan, and then he bites, a flash of violence in the otherwise peaceful scene. He grabs hold of David and drags his body closer, mouth locked on David’s throat. This feed isn’t a kind of foreplay and it’s not likely to bring David to orgasm.
In fact, if it goes on much longer, I’m going to have to intervene, although fighting off a vampire in a bloodlust might do more harm than good.
Of course if the choice is David’s life or mine, I know which way my decision will go.
David makes a half-hearted attempt to push himself away from Trajan and I poise, ready to dive in before he drains David. My gut is twisted, my muscles coiled, but with a jerk, Trajan releases his hold on David’s throat. The skin is already bruised, and with a sigh, Trajan kisses the wound closed.
Then it’s my turn.
David’s groggy and paler than usual, but he musters a focused expression. “Maybe I should shift. If he loses control on you, my wolf would be better able to fight him off.”
“No, puppy, I’m okay. I won’t lose control.” At least his eyes are open, so maybe he’s telling the truth.
I kneel in front of him, holding his hands in mine. “How do you want to do this?”
Trajan’s smile is weak, but it holds more personality than I’ve seen since before he got shot. “How horny are you?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.
“You’re hot,mo shíoghrá, but I’m not Superman. I just want you back to your full strength.”
“True.” He tightens his grip on my fingers. “But if I can make this pleasant, that’s what I want to do.”
I rise up, using his hands for leverage. “Here.” I show him my throat. David’s beside us, his silent presence both a comfort and an added layer of heat.
Trajan plants a kiss over my pulse, and then he bites.
I shift my hands to his shoulders so I can shove him away if I need to, but he’s gentler, less desperate than when he fed from David. Low and behold, my dick does get hard, but before I can make much of it, he finishes. Pressing his lips to the wound, he lets me go.
“Okay.” I’m smiling as I sit back on my heels. “You’ve got two more feeds, maybe three. Doctor’s orders.”
“I think you’re making too big a deal out of this.”
David grabs both of us by the arm. “Don’t even,” he says, expression stricken. “I thought you were dead for reals, Trajan Gall, and that isnot okay. You will feed from two more men, and you’ll enjoy it, and then we can get back to our regularly scheduled polyamory.”
He gives us both a shake, for emphasis, then rakes a hand through his tangled hair. “And if we’re going to the club, I need a shower. Last one there gets the cold water.”
With that, he hops up and makes a run for it. I wonder if he’s afraid we’ll see him cry. But then, “I know how he feels,” I say, brushing Trajan’s lips with my own. “And I know better how you felt,mo shíoghrà, when you thought I was dead. I could not be sorrier I caused you that pain.”
He grimaces, his gaze anywhere but at me. “We need to talk. Jacques said—”
“Later.” I pull him in for another kiss. “Let’s get you healed and then we can deal with whatever it is.”
Because between Trajan and David, they’re going to be able to connect the phone call I made to summon a doctor with the Securitas, and then things could get ugly.
