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"Okay, Daddy." Seryn stood, taking off the coat and setting it on a hook attached to what Seryn assumed was a closet door. It could have been the bathroom, too. Seryn wasn't sure because the door was closed.
Mitchell's gaze heated. "Never in a million years would I have thought I'd like being called Daddy, but it makes me so hot when you say it."
"I like it when you tell me I'm a good boy. Daddy." Since they were confessing things, he might as well get that off his chest. And one other thing. "I don't understand why my chest hurts."
Mitchell stopped halfway through unzipping his pants. He met Seryn's gaze with one of concern. "Does anything else hurt?"
Seryn shook his head. "I'm not sick."
It took Mitchell a second, but something finally dawned on him. He stepped closer to Seryn, pulling on his shirt. He helpedSeryn take it off, dropping it to the floor alongside his own. And then he touched Seryn's chest before taking Seryn's hand and having him reciprocate. "Right here."
"Yes," Seryn whispered. The moment filled with something Seryn couldn't name. They spun in each other's orbits, the only two people in the universe. And whatever pain was between them disappeared, growing into something else. Neither one of them would say what it was. Seryn wouldn't put a voice to it because he wasn't sure what it was. He thought he knew, but he'd never felt it before. And Mitchell wouldn't say it because he hadn't wanted to commit to someone before Seryn. He didn't understand how he couldn't back out once they bonded. It didn't matter that Seryn had said as much. They would bond and he would understand how attached Seryn was. He would see it through their link.
"What should we do about it?" Mitchell asked.
"I don't know. What should we do, Daddy?"
"We could pay attention to it. See if it gets worse."
"Worse? Like how?" How could it get any worse than what it was now?
"I don't know. Maybe we'll do this bonding thing, and the ache will get bigger."
"Is that bad?"
Mitchell smiled. "Not at all."
"I had a vision once." He wasn't sure why he was bringing them up. They had tapered off to the point he could manage them. As long as he wasn't very far from Mitchell, he was fine. One time, he'd even conjured a vision at will. He hadn't ever been able to do that before. "We were at my house at the pool. You wore red swim trunks, and I was naked, lounging in the sun. You scolded me for not having sunscreen and went into the pool house to get a bottle. You never punished me. Instead, youslathered me with lotion and even got me off. After that vision, the ache started."
"I guess I keep my promise to never punish you." Mitchell kissed him but it was brief, with a little lick across Seryn's lips, promising more once they finished with their conversation. "This Daddy likes to take care of his boy."
Seryn smiled. "That's me."
"That's always you. And only you." It was a bold statement to make for a guy who had a few problems with bonding just two weeks ago.
"Do you promise, Daddy?" Seryn gripped the back of Mitchell's neck, holding him in place as if doing so would make him give a positive answer.
"Yes. I promise." Mitchell sealed it with a kiss as if Seryn was a princess and Mitchell was a prince charming. Romantic and cliché all at the same time.
He trailed a kiss along Seryn's jaw. "You're a good boy." More soft kisses, as if he were trying to heal Seryn's pain with them. "Sexy boy." He licked along a trail toward Seryn's neck. "Sexy vampire warlock." He nipped at Seryn's neck, hanging on for a couple of moments. He didn't bite down, but the promise of it made Seryn shiver. "My little protector."
"My big thief." Seryn had realized one of Mitchell's gifts was how he could charm anyone into just about anything. Desperation had driven him to do things he wouldn't have otherwise, like steal from some high-profile people, but when he wasn't running on fear, the charm was there, as if it were genetic.
If they hadn't been fated mates, Seryn would have been drawn to Mitchell, regardless. All that charm Mitchell directed at him would have won Seryn over.
And then there was the daddy kink. Mitchell took to his role as if he had been practicing for years. He did for Seryn what he couldn't do for himself. He quieted all the noise in Seryn's head.
Mitchell tilted Seryn's head to the side, giving himself room as he sucked on the spot he had just bitten. All the attention on Seryn's neck went straight to his cock.
"I wish I could bite you like you're going to bite me."
"Do you want to taste me?" Seryn let his fingernails extend into claws.
"In more ways than one, baby." Mitchell pulled away when Seryn reached toward his neck. He made a slit but didn't go deep. It would give Mitchell enough of a taste to see if he liked it.
"Mating with a vampire warlock has its perks."
Seryn chuckled.
