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"Are you sure you're okay?"
Nick asked. "You've been acting kind of squirrely all night long." He snorted.
"Hell, you've been acting squirrely for the last several nights."
Gabe shrugged. He couldn't
exactly explain it. He just felt like he was waiting for something to happen.
He just didn't know what that something was. But the waiting was enough
to make his skin itch. Several times he found himself rubbing his hands up and
down his arms and pacing.
"You don't think that thing on
your throat got infected, do you?"
Gabe paused in his pacing,
realizing that he was rubbing at the spot again. He shoved his hands in his
pockets and resumed pacing. He felt antsy, uneasy. He felt like he was ready
to crawl out of his skin.
And he felt cold. He was
constantly freezing, bone deep cold. He hadn't been able to warm since the
alleyway. He wore long sleeve shirts, drank hot chocolate and tea, he'd even
tried hot showers. Nothing he did seemed to work.
"No, it's not infected," Gabe
said. "It's just fine. It itches but that’s because it's healing, that’s all."
Nick didn't look like he believed him. Gabe rolled his eyes. He walked over
and sat down on the couch next to Nick. He pulled his shirt off over his head
and yanked the bandage off then leaned toward Nick. "See, it's fine."
Nick was silent for a moment,
almost too long. Gabe started to look toward Nick when the man whistled low
under his breath. "Gabe, have you actually looked at this thing in the
mirror?"
Gabe frowned. "No, why?"
"It looks like a puncture
wound."
"A what?"
"You're going think I've lost
my mind but this looks like a bite wound. It's just two teeth marks, like a
vampire bit you."
"Wha--" Gabe jumped to his
feet and raced into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He flipped on
the light then leaned over the counter and looked in the mirror. Gabe felt
like he couldn't breathe, like someone sat on his chest.
Nick was right. Two small even
puncture marks marred his skin. There were no other visible marks on him. Gabe
reached up and ran his fingers lightly over the small holes, his skin tingling
with the caress.
"What the fuck happened to
me?" he whispered softly. Gabe closed his eyes and gripped the counter top,
overcome with confusion, bewilderment, puzzlement, and any other chaotic
emotion he could name.
"I believe I happened."
Gabe's eyes opened and snapped
up to see pure black eyes staring back at him from a tall figure standing
behind him. His heart thundered. His hands clenched on the edge of the
countertop as if he needed to assure himself that he was still in reality.
Gabe frowned as he noticed the
room growing warmer. He actually felt warm for the first time in days. That
more than anything told him that the gorgeous man standing behind him had to
be an illusion. Nothing made him warm these days.
Gabe closed his eyes and
slowly turned around, positive that when he opened them, the man would be
gone. Gabe counted to ten then slowly opened his eyes. He felt the blood rush
from his head and almost collapsed back on the counter.
"You -- you're real," he
whispered.
"I am very real."
"Wha -- who are you?"
"I already told you who I was, Demonas Amaté."
"Demo -- what?"
Gabe jerked back from the large hand that moved
in his direction. The man paused the slowly continued reaching out for him.
Gabe cried out as the man's fingertips brushed the two puncture wounds on his
shoulder.
"You are Demonas Amaté," the man said. "My demon
mate."
Gabe wanted to protest. He wanted to scream and
yell and tell this stranger that he was out of his mind. His body just
wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, the pleasure at the man's touch
tingling through his body.
Suddenly, he was hard and achy
and -- "Oh god, please bite me," Gabe found himself pleading as he was
suddenly free of his paralysis. He gripped the man's shirt in his hands and
pulled him closer, angling his neck to the side.
"Not god," the man said, "Tehmper."
He leaned forward and sank his fangs into the wound on Gabe's neck. Strong
arms wrapped around Gabe, pulling him closer until his body was plastered
against the strangers.
Gabe could feel every rippled
muscle, every dip and ridge. He could feel the hard shaft pressed against his
abdomen and it made his mouth water. Gabe never felt this level of arousal in
his life. He wanted to rub himself all over the man holding him. It was more
important than breathing.
Whimpers of need escaped
Gabe's lips when his ass was grabbed. He didn't even protest when he was
lifted up onto the counter and Tehmper stepped between his legs. Desire so
intense it made his body shudder, rocketed through Gabe.
He could feel every pull of
Tehmper's mouth on his neck. He knew Tehmper was drinking his blood and all he
wanted to do was give him more. Gabe would gladly let the man drink him dry if
it meant the pleasure would go on.
Gabe wrapped his arms around
Tehmper's head and his legs around the man's waist. He groaned in protest when
the man pulled his fangs free. His groan was smothered by hard, searching lips
that demanded a response he willingly gave.
The kiss sent the pit of his
stomach into a wild swirl. It was hard and demanding, exploring, leaving
Gabe's mouth burning with fire. His emotions whirled as he felt his cock
throb. Sensation exploded through Gabe, pushing him over the edge into his
release.
Gabe pulled away from
Tehmper's mouth and dropped his head back on his shoulders as he cried out,
shots of cum filling his pants.
"Demonas Amaté,"
Tehmper said, his voice low and rough. Gabe whimpered when he felt a hand push
inside of his pants and brush against his sensitive cock. He raised his head
just in time to see Tehmper lick the spunk off his hand.
"Oh my god," he murmured
almost silently. His eyes widened when Tehmper grinned.
"No, not god," he said. "I am
Tehmper and you are my Demonas Amaté."
Gabe's heart pounded but he didn't know if it
came from the man's words or the intense orgasm that had just swept through
his body. "I'm your what?"
"My
Demonas Amaté,
my demon mate."
"And what exactly does that mean?" Gabe asked but
he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"You belong to me."
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