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your needs. Which, I might add, is my job.”
The short hairs stood up on the back of his neck when Skye’s hand rested on his shoulder, thumb grazing across the sensitive skin beneath Garen’s ear. His heart pounded at even that small contact, and his aura seemed distinctly fuller when Skye’s began to mingle with it.
Sweet Mother, all it took was a simple touch now for him to give in with that tacit submission.
Skye sighed and shifted close, sliding his hands down Garen’s bare chest from behind. “You can say no to me once in a while. At least go find a few humans to dilute what I give you. Or say yes next time I invite you to share.”
In spite of his words, Skye’s hands didn’t seem inclined to be denied. They slid further down, fingertips teasing at the skin of Garen’s chest. Skye’s warm, soft lips rested against the side of Garen’s throat, tongue sweeping lightly over his pulse point.
Garen had no intention of refusing, particularly not when Skye tugged open his fly to reveal Garen’s erection. Garen groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
“I like what you provide just fine,” he said gruffly and let his hands fall away from the laptop finally, moving one to wrap around Skye’s hand on his cock, just to feel the deft movements of Skye’s grip on him.
“Tell me what you think of Melody,” Skye said. “Would she make a good mate? Someone Mother would have approved of?”
Garen let out a soft grunt when Skye’s hand squeezed him a little tighter, hinting that he shouldn’t avoid the question. “She might be perfect, but I won’t know until I meet her. She wants something human men can’t … oh, sweet Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Skye chuckled and continued with rougher, faster strokes. “So now you’re invoking the human messiah? Do you know some humans still believe in a second coming?”
“I think they lack imagination. Or they’ve never met one of us,” Garen said. He was fully prepared to make a night of it now, if Skye was in the mood.
“You need more, Garen. Share with me, please.”
Skye’s comment confused him for a second, until he heard the click of the suite’s door closing followed by the distinctive swishing sounds of someone undressing behind him. The scent of salt and citrus reached his nostrils at the same moment the aura of the waitress bled through Skye’s, bright with her arousal.
“I made him ready for you,” Skye said in Spanish over his shoulder.
Her scent grew stronger as she came into view. She’d let her hair down and it draped glossy black over her shoulders, wisps of it curved in perfect parentheticals around her dark-tipped breasts. The pink tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips when her gaze fell to Garen’s cock with Skye’s hand still holding it in a loose unmoving grip. She began to kneel beside him, but he shot out a hand to stop her.
“No,” he said. He released her wrist and reached up to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to stand still. Her eyes widened slightly, and her nipples hardened into cinnamon-colored peaks. Garen abstractly wondered if they would taste as spicy.
“What are you playing at, Skye?” he shot mentally to his friend.
“You need more variety, and she’s more than willing, just look how vivid her aura is.”
Garen couldn’t deny that he needed more energy. Skye’s would be enough if he were available when Garen needed. They were apart for a week at a time or more, but Garen generally avoided looking for humans to replenish with. Considering he’d originally planned to spend the night alone, he supposed he’d compromise.
“Look at me, Lucita,” he said in a low voice to the girl.
She inhaled sharply at the sound of her name, but her eyes settled, dark and intent, on his face.
“Yes, I remember your name. I’m sure you don’t know mine, though. Are you sure you want this?”
Her mouth curled into a mischievous smile. “Si, Señor Garen,” she said and reached up to
The short hairs stood up on the back of his neck when Skye’s hand rested on his shoulder, thumb grazing across the sensitive skin beneath Garen’s ear. His heart pounded at even that small contact, and his aura seemed distinctly fuller when Skye’s began to mingle with it.
Sweet Mother, all it took was a simple touch now for him to give in with that tacit submission.
Skye sighed and shifted close, sliding his hands down Garen’s bare chest from behind. “You can say no to me once in a while. At least go find a few humans to dilute what I give you. Or say yes next time I invite you to share.”
In spite of his words, Skye’s hands didn’t seem inclined to be denied. They slid further down, fingertips teasing at the skin of Garen’s chest. Skye’s warm, soft lips rested against the side of Garen’s throat, tongue sweeping lightly over his pulse point.
Garen had no intention of refusing, particularly not when Skye tugged open his fly to reveal Garen’s erection. Garen groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
“I like what you provide just fine,” he said gruffly and let his hands fall away from the laptop finally, moving one to wrap around Skye’s hand on his cock, just to feel the deft movements of Skye’s grip on him.
“Tell me what you think of Melody,” Skye said. “Would she make a good mate? Someone Mother would have approved of?”
Garen let out a soft grunt when Skye’s hand squeezed him a little tighter, hinting that he shouldn’t avoid the question. “She might be perfect, but I won’t know until I meet her. She wants something human men can’t … oh, sweet Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Skye chuckled and continued with rougher, faster strokes. “So now you’re invoking the human messiah? Do you know some humans still believe in a second coming?”
“I think they lack imagination. Or they’ve never met one of us,” Garen said. He was fully prepared to make a night of it now, if Skye was in the mood.
“You need more, Garen. Share with me, please.”
Skye’s comment confused him for a second, until he heard the click of the suite’s door closing followed by the distinctive swishing sounds of someone undressing behind him. The scent of salt and citrus reached his nostrils at the same moment the aura of the waitress bled through Skye’s, bright with her arousal.
“I made him ready for you,” Skye said in Spanish over his shoulder.
Her scent grew stronger as she came into view. She’d let her hair down and it draped glossy black over her shoulders, wisps of it curved in perfect parentheticals around her dark-tipped breasts. The pink tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips when her gaze fell to Garen’s cock with Skye’s hand still holding it in a loose unmoving grip. She began to kneel beside him, but he shot out a hand to stop her.
“No,” he said. He released her wrist and reached up to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to stand still. Her eyes widened slightly, and her nipples hardened into cinnamon-colored peaks. Garen abstractly wondered if they would taste as spicy.
“What are you playing at, Skye?” he shot mentally to his friend.
“You need more variety, and she’s more than willing, just look how vivid her aura is.”
Garen couldn’t deny that he needed more energy. Skye’s would be enough if he were available when Garen needed. They were apart for a week at a time or more, but Garen generally avoided looking for humans to replenish with. Considering he’d originally planned to spend the night alone, he supposed he’d compromise.
“Look at me, Lucita,” he said in a low voice to the girl.
She inhaled sharply at the sound of her name, but her eyes settled, dark and intent, on his face.
“Yes, I remember your name. I’m sure you don’t know mine, though. Are you sure you want this?”
Her mouth curled into a mischievous smile. “Si, Señor Garen,” she said and reached up to
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