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“Well, there are a couple of options. I could turn you, which would make you exactly like me, or we can do a blood bond which means you’d have to regularly feed from me, and I’d keep you young.”

“So I wouldn’t have to become a vampire if I didn’t want to?”

Damyr’s brows knitted together. “No. I’d be disappointed, but I’d understand, and I would never pressure you into making that decision. It’s not one to make lightly.”

I couldn’t deny that the idea was appealing and terrifying in equal measure. But the fact that I had options settled some of those doubts and I had time. I didn’t have to make a decision now. Hell, I was still only twenty-five. There was plenty of time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And until then, I’d take each day as it came.

“How do you become a vampire? I asked Vlad, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

Damyr stroked his hand through my hair and I arched into his touch. “I’m glad he didn’t. He’d probably have sent you running for the hills. It’s a simple process but there’s a lot of risk. Essentially, I bring you to the point of death by draining your blood, then I feed you some of mine and hope that your body doesn’t reject it. If we mate first, the risks are lower, but we don’t have to.”

“And, um, how do we mate?”

He chuckled. “Exactly how you’d imagine. Popular culture at least got that right.”

“So lots of sex and blood then?”

“Pretty much,” he said as he rolled me beneath me.

I yelped in surprise. “Damyr.”

“And when I’m buried deep inside you, I’ll sink my fangs into your neck.” He nipped the soft spot over my carotid artery. “And then you do the same to me.”

“I have to bite you?”

He hummed, a deep and throaty rumble that I felt vibrate through his chest. “Yes. And then we have lots of sex. It’ll take a while.”

“Really?” He wasn’t putting me off. If anything, I was coming around to the idea the more he talked about it.

“Oh, yes. Three days at least. Think you could handle that?” he asked as he rocked his hips against mine, stirring my cock back to life.

I swallowed audibly. “Yes.”

A hundred percent. Absolutely. Where did I sign?

Damyr laughed softly. “Well, that’s good to know. Now, I’m going to suck your cock until you scream my name, and then we’re going to shower, okay?”

I nodded, my ability to speak vanishing as he moved down my body. The minute his mouth closed around my aching cock, I was lost. Completely, fucking lost.

And I didn’t think wanted to be found.

***

After a shower and bringing Damyr to another orgasm whilst I washed him, we met the others in Damyr’s study. Vlad and Aleksey were clad in their usual black combat gear, heads close as they had an animated conversation. Acheron stood pacing the room whilst Wilder just sat there watching the others.

“Well, don’t you two look happy,” Acheron said with a knowing grin as we moved further into the room. His hair was back to a bright electric blue and the outfit he wore today was a black leather skirt and a neon pink mesh top.

“They don’t look happy, they look well fucked,” Wilder deadpanned. He was sprawled out on one of the sofas, looking completely at ease in someone else’s space.

Acheron threw the witch a scowl. “Nobody asked you.”

The witch just smiled in response. I really hoped he was worth the trouble of having him here. At least Byron was gone so there weren’t any serious fireworks, if Vlad was to be believed. Although, a part of me wanted to see what a flustered Byron looked like. The guy seemed to either want to make you dance to his tune, or he showed no emotion, seemingly unbothered by anything.

Apart from that moment when he thought his brother was in danger. I was still curious about that, too. Did he really stalk his twin? I wasn’t going to ask him, though. I kind of liked my head where it was.

“Have you checked the wards?” Damyr asked, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand. The fact that this Ronin wanted to take his world apart, piece by piece.

“Yes,” Acheron replied.