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"You can pay me back by cleaning up your fucking mess." And that was about the only 'you're welcome' Mitchell was likely to get.
Chapter Seventeen
Seryn didn't need blood, but he wanted Mitchell's so bad he almost just took it. The only thing stopping him, besides the lack of verbal consent, was knowing he wouldn't hear Mitchell call him a good boy, and he longed for that almost as much as he did the blood.
As if reading his mind, Mitchell said, "You'll get to bite me, but you'll have to wait just a little longer. Do you think you can do that, or do you need it right now?"
He almost lied so he wouldn't have to wait, but then thought better of that, too. "Can I after you're inside me?"
Mitchell moaned. "God, just thinking about it makes my cock hard. I want you so much."
"You made us wait."
"The anticipation was worth it."
Mitchell's skin was hot and wet from Seryn licking it so much, but he still buried his face in it. He didn't want to be sassy, but he hadn't liked not bonding right away. "No."
Mitchell swatted him on the ass.
It didn't hurt, but it took Seryn by surprise, making him jump. He pulled back just enough to meet Mitchell's gaze, smiling in that way Mitchell didn't like.
Mitchell cursed under this breath. "You haven't shown negative emotion often."
Seryn wasn't aware he'd shown emotion. He neutralized his face, putting on a smile as if he were changing his shirt. "I won't do it again."
Mitchell hugged him so tight it felt like a weighted blanket. Seryn relaxed. He didn't know he was tense until it all melted away, disappearing somewhere in Mitchell's embrace. "You don't have to hide anything from me. I promise I won't hurt you."
Seryn didn't stem the emotion the second time, but just let himself feel. He'd hidden behind a smile for so long he didn't know what he felt. Confusion. He knew that one. Something bloomed in his chest. Some wonderful pain that felt horrible and hopeful all at once. "You won't punish me?"
Mitchell cursed. "I meant the swat on the butt to be playful. Not as a punishment. I'm so sorry if it triggered you. I'll never do it again."
Was he triggered by the swat? No. "It was forgetting to hold it in."
"Do you trust me?" Mitchell searched Seryn's gaze as if looking for an answer there.
Seryn stayed open. "I want to. I'm starting to. But emotions are hard."
"I know, sweetheart. I'll help you, okay? We'll work on it together. You can start by telling me what you feel right now."
"I want you to fuck me."
Mitchell chuckled again. "Horny. Got it. What else?"
"Safe. I feel safe. Or, no. That's not a feeling." Seryn dug around inside his body, listening to what it was telling him. Hismuscles felt loose and that hardly ever happened, and he felt like smiling all that time. He was having fun with Mitchell, even though the discussion had turned serious. "I'm happy."
Gods, he didn't know if he'd ever felt anything like it in his whole life. Nothing up to that point made him that way.
"Horny and happy. That's sounds like the best combination." Mitchell kissed him as he lay Seryn on the bed. He didn't stop either. He settled on top of Seryn, cradling him as though he were precious.
The pain in Seryn's chest flared. It felt as though his heart grew too big. Like that movie about the green, angry Santa guy.
Seryn pulled at Mitchell's shirt, wanting to touch his skin. He hadn't intended for Mitchell to move, but he sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor. He never took his gaze off Seryn.
And Seryn couldn't stop touching Mitchell.
He protested when Mitchell got off the bed.
"Take off your coat, sweetheart."
