“What about your feeding?” Arvyn wasn’t sure what the polite way to ask was. “Did they… did you… how often do you need to take blood in your diet?”
“One of the perks of being an older vampire is that I only need to take blood about once a month. I am getting close to my limit, and I’ll need to take blood soon, within the next week, but I’m okay for now. Because I’ve now tasted your blood and Ra’s, blood bags aren’t going to work for me anymore.”
A warm flush ran through Arvyn’s body just thinking about feeding his mate. “I could feed you in the meantime.” He held up his wrist. “I don’t feel bad about doing that, even though Ra isn’t with us right now.”
“Oh, beloved,” Kirill groaned, taking Arvyn’s hand and brushing his lips along the inside of his wrist. “I would love nothing more than to feed from you, but that will bind us together for life.”
Arvyn frowned, trying desperately to ignore the delicious tingles running from up his arm and through the rest of his body. “How is binding different from claiming?”
“It isn’t. But beloved, I wanted our claiming to be something you’d remember always.” Kirill pulled his mouth away but still held Arvyn’s hand. “Wherever I bite you that first time, my fangs will leave a mating scar whether we’re naked or not.”
Arvyn was starting to think he was developing a fever his body was running so hot. Only the memory of Ra’s sadness stopped him from flinging himself over Kirill’s body and claiming him. “Then You’d better bite my neck.” He withdrew his hand from Kirill’s and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and off in one easy move. “My wolf will feel a lot happier if other paranormals can see the scar.” He tapped the side of his neck.
“Oh, gods.” Kirill ran his hands over his face. “You sure know how to tempt a man.”
“If taking our blood is the tie that binds us in your world, then you’re already bound to me and Ra,” Arvyn persisted. “You’ve taken a drop of my blood, and a drop from Ra, so you’ve already claimed us, we just don’t have the marks yet. You notice I said yet because I’m more than happy to be marked by you now. In fact, I insist.”
“You insist?” Kirill’s eyes flashed red and Arvyn could see his sharp fangs.
“Equals, remember.” Arvyn grinned to soften his words. “If it makes you feel any better, you can remove your shirt too and I can bite you when you’ve finished taking what you need. That bite will scar as well.”
“I thought a wolf shifter had to be balls deep in his mate and coming at the same time as biting for a claim to take?”
“I thought so too.” Taking a chance, Arvyn reached over, tugging at the bottom of Kirill’s shirt, pulling it away from his mate’s pants. “But I was in San Antonio a few months ago and Damien, the pack alpha there, he claimed his mate Scott just from a bite. I’m not suggesting for a second I’m as strong a wolf as Damien, but it should still work.”
Kirill allowed him to remove his shirt, even lifting his arms to help, but he still looked troubled. Arvyn threw the shirt onto a nearby chair and took both of Kirill’s hands in his. “We’ll be stronger together, and while I wish with all my heart that Ra was with us too, and I’m gutted the only reason he isn’t is because of our own preconceived notions about godly gods and our own short comings, the fact remains you still need blood, and as your mate, I have a need to provide that blood.”
Kirill’s eyes were still bright red. “From the moment I knew my beloved was a wolf shifter, I wanted you to have the claiming you deserve, complete with lots of hot and sweaty sex.”
Arvyn bit back a whimper. Gods, I want that too. “That hot and sweaty sexy times will come. Ra won’t stay away forever, and remember, even if he never turns his phone back on, Wes said he knew another way a god could be contacted.”
“You’re likely to come in your pants once I bite you. Vampire bites are very sensual.”
“You’ll come in yours when I bite you too.” Arvyn lifted his lips in a smirk. “That’s what showers are for. Now feed from me, mate.”
“Oh, beloved.” A strong hand rested around Arvyn’s neck, pulling him closer. He went willingly, Kirill’s unique scent filling his nostrils, causing his heart to beat faster. Kirill groaned and surprisingly soft lips mouthed over Arvyn’s jugular, sucking the blood to the surface.
The bite, when it came, was swift and sure. All Arvyn felt was a tiny prick, and then pure bliss flooded his body. His hands scrambled, holding around Kirill’s waist as he ached for their bodies to be closer. He tilted his neck as far to the right as he could, purposefully keeping his head turned so he didn’t take his own bite until Kirill was finished.
Somehow, they were lying on the bed, Kirill blanketing his body, his hands firm on Arvyn’s shoulders. The pressure over Arvyn’s crotch was intense, and exactly what he needed. His eyes closed, Arvyn gave into his instincts, humping up against Kirill’s body, even flicking his leg over Kirill’s so his mate couldn’t get away. Not that Kirill was going anywhere – he was feasting.
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Kirill was in heaven. The only two things that would’ve made the whole thing better would’ve been if they’d been naked, and Ra had been with them. But after spending more than twenty years on bagged blood, Arvyn’s life force was rich, dark and so heady, Kirill thought he’d get drunk on it. Kirill hadn’t realized just how tired he’d been until Arvyn’s blood hit his throat, and he sucked down eagerly, his body coming alive with every drag on Arvyn’s throat.
His cock demanded action – that couldn’t be helped with his beloved in his arms, and his fangs in his wolf’s neck. Kirill wasn’t sure who moved them, but the feel of his beloved’s strong body writhing below his added to his pleasure. He pressed down, centuries of experience ensuring his hold on Arvyn’s neck was firm – the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the experience with a neck tear.
Gods, Kirill needed to come. Using far more care than he thought possible, given the urgency flying through his blood, he withdrew his fangs, taking a long lick over his two pin pricks left in Arvyn’s skin. His kind didn’t leave the huge scars caused by a wolf shifter’s huge teeth, but Kirill fancied he could see those marks glowing, and he was sure the resulting scar would not be easy for others to ignore.
“Mate!” Arvyn had every reason to demand his attention. While Kirill was reveling in feelings of possessiveness over his wolf, his beloved’s wolf was close to the surface. Arvyn’s eyes were hard and filled with his wolf spirit, his mouth wide, probably due to the huge fangs that had dropped from his gums. Kirill had never been bitten – no one would dare put their fangs near his precious veins - but this is the start of my new life. He tilted his neck, his body pressed firmly on the one beneath him, the word “equals” ringing in his brain.
My gods those are big teeth. Kirill’s hips went down as his shoulders fought to go up, but Arvyn was holding him in a death grip. One split second, just long enough for pain to register, and then Kirill felt his inner self roar. His balls erupted with a force he hadn’t felt since he was a teen and he suspected he yelled – Kirill never yelled during sex. Trying hard to slow down his breathing, Kirill relaxed his shoulders, his body feeling limp and perfectly satiated.