Page 104 of Taming His Vampire Mate
“I won’t die,” I said firmly, with more conviction than I felt. “Reed’s wolf might not kill me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Are you worried about me?”
He stared at me in outrage. “Jeremy, I love you, but you have all the sense of a screen door on a submarine! Yes, of course I’m worried about you!”
I blinked. “Did you just tell me you love me? While berating me?”
He froze—and if it was possible, went even paler.
“I guess I did,” he said slowly.
“Well, I guess that makes us even.” I leaned in for a kiss. “I already told you I love you.”
His lips were soft and warm when they met mine.
“You have a responsibility to me, too,” he said quietly when I pulled back.
I swallowed, a lurch in my stomach. “Yeah, I know.”
His eyes snapped open at my tone. “Don’t fret, wolf. We’ll let it be tomorrow’s problem.”
“Yeah,” I said roughly. “Godric, too. All of it can be tomorrow’s problem.”
Thierry cupped my face. “I need—” He broke off, struggling to ask.
“What is it? Anything.”
Then, through the bond, he showed me.
“Oh.” I raised my brows, earning a small smile. “Well, then. I’m happy to oblige.”
“Good.” He pulled me down onto him, legs wrapping around my waist. “We can talk about the future tomorrow. For tonight, I need you to make me focus on the present.”
I kissed him, grinding my hardness against him through a few thin layers of clothing. His hands cradled my back, desperate for reassurance. Through our connection, I felt the depth of his need.
He was finally ready to seal the bond.
“Are you sure?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”
“There never was,” Thierry murmured. “So yes, wolf. I’m quite sure.”
His eyes met mine, raw vulnerability shining there. The bond carried his uncertainty as if it were my own.
“If you still want that, of course.”
“Yeah,” I said simply, a wave of white-hot emotion crashing through me. “I do.”
Relief flooded him. I could feel it—hell, maybe it was mine too.
“Then make love to me, Jeremy. I want that, too.”
I was more than happy to oblige.
Pressing my weight against him, I kissed him again, drawing a soft gasp as I ground against him. The clothing came off in layers, both of us undressing the other between kisses. There was no rush, only want and touch. Time fell away, meaningless. All that mattered was him.
His shirt came off, lean chest bare beneath my hands. His vivid blue eyes were bright with raw need. When he pulled my shirt away, his lips parted in wonder, as if he was finally registering that I belonged to him, and he to me. His hands traced my chest, making my eyes flutter half-shut.
