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was beneath him and moaning her pleasure, Ángel let himself think of the blond man whose name he had finally discovered. Bear Dawson.
His thrusts deepened, his body quivering for release and his orgasm tore through him like a wild thing.
* * * * *
He had not seen Bear Dawson again, until two years later when he had been dragged into the compound, his face bloody and his body hanging between two of Severo’s men. In the intervening years, though, he had constantly heard of Dawson’s business dealings, usually described amid his father’s cursing, for Dawson’s activities had frequently crimped Enrico Garcia’s plans.
“That dinner is the moment you were thinking of, that you were speaking of when you told Octavia about it this morning, isn’t it?” Ángel asked Remmy now.
“It is very rare to meet someone who knows themselves well enough to recognize such a moment,” Remmy said softly. “Especially here in this land of rampant masculinity and ego.”
“I have always known that about myself,” Ángel admitted. He smiled. “I have enjoyed the best of both worlds, more than once. It was the way I learned how different I was from any of my family.”
Remmy glanced at Octavia. “She is very beautiful…”
Ángel studied her peaceful face, the strongly arching brows and the pointed chin. There was a hint of a cleft in her chin that spoke of the real strength in her. In repose as she was now, her true beauty was undisguised by fury or impatience or frustration or any of the dozens of emotions that could cross her face inside a few minutes.
“Has the bonding always…been affecting me?”
“Why do you ask that?” Remmy said.
“Because it seems to me that all the bonding is doing is giving me exactly what I want, that I never had the courage to reach out for myself. Or has it been making me think that is what I want, all along?”
Remmy shook his head. “The Grimoré arrived upon this world only two years ago, Ángel. Even the dinner where we first saw each other happened before that. Octavia’s sister’s fall from grace was even farther in the past and that is what set her upon the path that led her here.”
Ángel let out a breath. “Good. Then it is not an omnipotent power pushing us around, as Octavia feared.”
“Indeed.” Remmy sat up, taking the weight off his hands and brushed the dirt from them. “Although I can understand your confusion.” He pressed his hand against Ángel’s face. His thumb brushed against his chin, then stroked with a featherweight touch over Ángel’s mouth.
Ángel grew still. His heart raced.
Remmy pressed his mouth against Ángel’s. It was almost as delicate a touch as his hand. Tentative, even.
Ángel gripped Remmy’s head and held him still. He kissed him properly, pouring his energy and his need into it.
That was all the encouragement Remmy seemed to require. His tongue slid inside, stroking Ángel’s.
Ángel’s entire body seemed to throb in reaction. He shifted his legs as the crotch of his jeans became uncomfortable. His cock was beating against his hip, as hard as the rock beneath him.
Remmy groaned and the deep, erotic sound squeezed Ángel’s heart and made his pulse leap.
He was quivering with the need to ram himself into…someone. Even in the depths of the kiss, he was aware of Octavia on the other side of the cave and the siren song she held for him and realized that Remmy was just one piece of what he needed.
Remmy pulled his mouth from Ángel’s. He was breathing deeply and Ángel realized it was the first time he had become aware of Remmy’s breathing. Did he breathe all the time? Why would vampires need breath at all?
They were secondary questions, easily dismissed in the face of the overwhelming need gripping him. Ángel closed his fist around Remmy’s shirt, stopping him from moving away.
Remmy sighed. “Octavia is the only one who does not know what she wants. I will not force her to it.”
“Nor I.”
“Then we are
His thrusts deepened, his body quivering for release and his orgasm tore through him like a wild thing.
* * * * *
He had not seen Bear Dawson again, until two years later when he had been dragged into the compound, his face bloody and his body hanging between two of Severo’s men. In the intervening years, though, he had constantly heard of Dawson’s business dealings, usually described amid his father’s cursing, for Dawson’s activities had frequently crimped Enrico Garcia’s plans.
“That dinner is the moment you were thinking of, that you were speaking of when you told Octavia about it this morning, isn’t it?” Ángel asked Remmy now.
“It is very rare to meet someone who knows themselves well enough to recognize such a moment,” Remmy said softly. “Especially here in this land of rampant masculinity and ego.”
“I have always known that about myself,” Ángel admitted. He smiled. “I have enjoyed the best of both worlds, more than once. It was the way I learned how different I was from any of my family.”
Remmy glanced at Octavia. “She is very beautiful…”
Ángel studied her peaceful face, the strongly arching brows and the pointed chin. There was a hint of a cleft in her chin that spoke of the real strength in her. In repose as she was now, her true beauty was undisguised by fury or impatience or frustration or any of the dozens of emotions that could cross her face inside a few minutes.
“Has the bonding always…been affecting me?”
“Why do you ask that?” Remmy said.
“Because it seems to me that all the bonding is doing is giving me exactly what I want, that I never had the courage to reach out for myself. Or has it been making me think that is what I want, all along?”
Remmy shook his head. “The Grimoré arrived upon this world only two years ago, Ángel. Even the dinner where we first saw each other happened before that. Octavia’s sister’s fall from grace was even farther in the past and that is what set her upon the path that led her here.”
Ángel let out a breath. “Good. Then it is not an omnipotent power pushing us around, as Octavia feared.”
“Indeed.” Remmy sat up, taking the weight off his hands and brushed the dirt from them. “Although I can understand your confusion.” He pressed his hand against Ángel’s face. His thumb brushed against his chin, then stroked with a featherweight touch over Ángel’s mouth.
Ángel grew still. His heart raced.
Remmy pressed his mouth against Ángel’s. It was almost as delicate a touch as his hand. Tentative, even.
Ángel gripped Remmy’s head and held him still. He kissed him properly, pouring his energy and his need into it.
That was all the encouragement Remmy seemed to require. His tongue slid inside, stroking Ángel’s.
Ángel’s entire body seemed to throb in reaction. He shifted his legs as the crotch of his jeans became uncomfortable. His cock was beating against his hip, as hard as the rock beneath him.
Remmy groaned and the deep, erotic sound squeezed Ángel’s heart and made his pulse leap.
He was quivering with the need to ram himself into…someone. Even in the depths of the kiss, he was aware of Octavia on the other side of the cave and the siren song she held for him and realized that Remmy was just one piece of what he needed.
Remmy pulled his mouth from Ángel’s. He was breathing deeply and Ángel realized it was the first time he had become aware of Remmy’s breathing. Did he breathe all the time? Why would vampires need breath at all?
They were secondary questions, easily dismissed in the face of the overwhelming need gripping him. Ángel closed his fist around Remmy’s shirt, stopping him from moving away.
Remmy sighed. “Octavia is the only one who does not know what she wants. I will not force her to it.”
“Nor I.”
“Then we are
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