Page 57 of Redeemed
“I can’t believe you brought her here, with all the shit that’s going on.”
“She’s a psychic and when we first met, she said something that could be pertinent to our current situation.”
David sits up and crosses his legs, hunching over on his forearms. “So you decided to dump her into the middle of a vampire war?”
“I want to know what else she has to say,” Trajan says.
“That seems like kind of a stretch.” David chews on his lower lip for a while and finally nods. “At any rate, a wolf should have a pack. I’ll introduce her to Lydia. That is, assuming the Los Angeles Were Authority doesn’t slam me into werewolf jail.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Trajan asks.
I scoot closer to David, putting more of my skin on his. “He got a summons. Someone complained about his unauthorized pack.”
“I mean, it’s not as serious as Uncle Brendan last spring, but they could try and separate us if they wanted to be assholes about it.”
“Good luck with that.” I run a hand along David’s thigh. “As far as I can tell, you weren’t supposed to be able to make a pack with us, so I don’t see how they can undo what shouldn’t have been done in the first place.”
David pokes me in the shoulder. “Go on with your twisty logic. I didn’t say they’d be able to separate us, just that they might try.”
“Your father saw what we’d done, and he didn’t complain. Tell him to shut them up.”
Trajan’s idea makes sense, but I understand David’s frown, too.
“Nah,” David says. “I’ve made it this far without playing the son-of-the-American-Alpha card. I’ll just show up at the assigned time and explain things using language aimed at the sixth-grade level to be sure they understand.”
“Sounds good,” I say, but I make a mental note to text David’s sister Abby and see if she can play the American Alpha card on his behalf.
There’s a limit to the amount of bullshit a person should have to deal with.
David slides down between us, tugging Trajan with him. We shift around so he’s got his head on my shoulder with Trajan stuck to his other side. David reaches up to pull the hair away from his neck and tilts his head to bare more of his throat.
“You really drank hospital blood?” he says, grinning.
I hold my breath, wondering if Trajan’s going to take him up on his invitation. His big body is relaxed, so whatever he’d figured out to shut Jacques up must be working but feeding puts him in a fairly vulnerable state.
I’m not sure whether or not I wanted him to risk it.
Trajan slides a finger along the line of David’s jaw. “God, you smell good, puppy.”
David snickers. “Vanilla sage body wash and ginger pomade.”
“And wolf.” Trajan’s voice has gone husky and my cock starts to get thick. Leaning over David, Trajan traces his jawline with his tongue. I barely stifle a groan. David arches his back, his throat exposed. Trajan hums softly, leaning closer, and then he bites.
David’s gasp is the most erotic sound ever. Trajan sucks at the wound on his throat, one hand sliding down David’s belly. He wraps his fingers around David’s cock. I take myself in hand. Trajan strokes, and so do I, and between us, David writhes.
I don’t know how far I should let this go. David’s blazing toward an orgasm and Trajan’s caught up in the act of feeding. My cock is throbbing, but we’re surrounded by enough crazy that one of us should pay attention.
David reaches for my dick, wrapping his hand over mine, and all my good intentions get lost in a wave of pleasure. Trajan takes my hand and draws it to his lips. He wraps his tongue around my index finger, sending chills across my skin. I close my eyes. He scratches the tip of my finger across one of his incisors. Pleasure swirls down my arm and he moves to my palm, planting a soft kiss.
I’m breathing hard, but so is he. Between us, David mumbles something about fucking. Trajan strokes him faster and in about a minute David shouts about coming.
He thrashes between us, his thick release spilling over the vampire’s hand. Trajan lies still, his head propped on his hand. After a few more gentle pulls, I bank my desire, too. David’s release seems to be enough for both of us.
Trajan and I share a glance. His eyes are darker than normal, nearly black, and I sense a new sort of strength in the clarity of his aura.
As always, his undead nature calls to mine. Death is a thing we share in an essential way, holding us together as tightly as the bonds the wolf has created.
“David was right.” Trajan’s still covering David’s junk with his big hand.
