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Seryn's nails lengthened into claws all on their own. He'd never lost control before, but he couldn't stop it. Never in his whole life until that moment. It scared him, but he couldn't stop drinking.
"Shh, sweetheart. You don't have to fear your emotions."
You're mine.Oh no. He didn't know where that came from.
"I know I am." He rubbed Seryn's side all the way to his ass. His cock was still inside Seryn, softening a little at a time. "You can just feel. You don't have to be scared. No one will hurt you this time. No one will hurt you, baby."
How did you know?Seryn hadn't ever talked about his past before. How his foster father would punish him for crying. Painful, creative punishments that would have left Seryn scarred if he were human. When the crying stopped, Seryn's foster father had punished him for other things. Laughing. For having a certain expression.
How is he talking in my mind?Mitchell didn't know he'd thought that loud enough for Seryn to hear. "I have experience with the foster care system too, remember?"
Seryn sighed when a fullness unlike anything he'd ever experienced hit him. He stopped drinking and then pulled histeeth out, licking across the wound. And then he snuggled into Mitchell. "Did I scratch you?"
"You didn't hurt me at all, baby."
Seryn had tried to be careful when his claws had come out, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't aware he was crying until he sniffled. He wasn't sure why he was, but Daddy said it was okay to feel things, so he let the tears come.
"I guess my big cock brought it all to the surface all at once, huh?"
Seryn chuckled through the tears. Mitchell's cock really was big. "The perfect size. Best sex ever."
"For me too, baby." Mitchell held him. It wasn't long before Seryn calmed his emotions and fell asleep.
Chapter Eighteen
Mitchell woke feeling better than he had in a long time. No twitches of pain from his ribs and none of the headaches he got some mornings. He also woke up being the little spoon with Seryn practically laying on top of him. Seryn's leg was over Mitchell, and he wrapped his arm around his waist.
"My little protector." Mitchell might have whispered it, but he was loud enough Seryn would have stirred had he been awake. He was still dead to the world, which meant Mitchell was stuck.
He wiggled around, testing Seryn, but all it did was make Seryn cling.I'm going to call you a clinger monkey.
Daddy?Even half-asleep, Seryn called Mitchell that.
Daddy needs to get up.
Seryn tightened his hold.I want to cuddle.
Your cuddles are aggressive.Mitchell chuckled when Seryn rolled off him as if he were pouting.
Mitchell turned and lay on top of Seryn, who wrapped his arms and legs around Mitchell as if he were an actual monkey. Seryn gave him a sleepy smile. "Monkey."
"I know you like it."
"Yeah, I do." He could wake up in Seryn's protective embrace every morning for the rest of his life and die a happy man. "Do you want to sleep some more?"
Seryn blinked as if his eyes were getting heavy and nodded.
"Okay, baby. You sleep. I'll have breakfast ready when you get up." Mitchell gave Seryn a quick kiss before getting out of bed.
He pulled on his jeans from yesterday.
"Sexy Daddy."
When Mitchell turned to smile, Seryn gave him a sleepy smile back. Seryn yawned and shut his eyes. He was asleep within seconds. For a guy who killed people for a living, he sure could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, have an entire conversation he wouldn't be able to remember, and fall asleep just as fast afterward.
Mitchell chuckled and left the room. Jude and Daruss were in the hall making out. Daruss had Jude pressed against a wall.
He'd seen Jude in similar positions before with lots of random guys, but this was the first time it didn't give Mitchell the creeps. Jude's relationship sat right with Mitchell.
