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I uncap the bottle, making a mess as I coat my hand without stopping my feasting. One finger joins my tongue, and when he’s begging for more, his delirious cries like an offering to the Gods, I add another, and then another again.

When I’m satisfied he’s ready to take me, I raise on my knees to slick up my cock and revel in the glory of him.

His hair’s a wild mess from where he’s rubbed it on my pillow.

A rivulet of blood runs over his cheek from his torn lip, the red ring in his eye has almost taken over entirely.

Every muscle in his body looks like it’s pulled so tight he’s ready to snap, his knuckles white where his fingers are locked on his knees.

“Kai, I…” I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to put the tightness in my chest into words. It feels like I’m going to burst with it.

Kai’s face softens and he swallows hard, the tension in his throat visible.

Slowly I come down on my arm, and lower myself onto him.

“ Finn .” Kai releases one knee to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb as I reach between us and line myself up to sink inside him.

That magic I felt earlier, it began as a tingle, but as I slide into the heat of him those tingles erupt into a sacred fire. It washes over me and when I settle completely within him, I think I can see the Gods themselves.

How could I have ever been so reckless as to risk this ?

Never again will I be careless with this man, I swear, thrusting into him .

There is no chance this is going to last long. I can already feel his cock twitching between us, the first spasms of his orgasm clenching his hole around me. I drive into him again and again, pushing us closer to the end.

There is only the slick slide of my cock inside him and his mumbling nonsense. The hand on my cheek is back in my hair, encouraging me back to his neck.

I can’t resist even if I wanted to. The need to bite him is all consuming.

It’s not a neat bite when I sink my teeth into him.

The first drops of blood on my tongue turn my hunger feral.

My teeth tear at his jugular, the blood rushing into my mouth too fast for me to swallow it all.

The pleasure and pain blend in a heady combination, and Kai’s pleaful moans grow louder.

Balancing precariously while feeding, my hand makes its way between us, wrapping around his cock. My stroking fist gives him the final touch he needs.

He explodes like a supernova beneath me. His body arching from the bed with a furious shout. His cum spills over my hand and onto his stomach. The tight, rhythmic clenching of his ass is almost enough to send me over the edge too.

With my mouth still attached to his neck, swallowing his blood like the nectar of the Gods, I drive into him until the glimmer of my orgasm tickling my spine takes me over. With one final thrust I come deep inside him, my cock jerking with each rope of cum.

Kai shudders and I collapse on top of him, exhausted, depleted and filled with a type of bone-deep joy I didn’t know was possible in life.

I feel happy in my toes.

Kai seems perfectly content with the dead weight of me on top of him, so I stay where I fell, even when my cock softens enough to slip out of him. I hate that it means that my cum trickles out of him with it. I want it inside him always, marking him as mine.

I’ve never been possessive, but apparently, I am, when I allow myself to acknowledge that this is real.

Eventually, I roll to the side. Dimly, I consider that we should probably clean up, especially because there is a pool of blood forming on my bed. But I can’t bring myself to care. We relax, wrapped up in each other, covered in each other.

We lie like that—content and at peace—for I don’t know how long.

“So, you never did tell me what happened with Matteus,” Kai mumbles. There’s still a while til dawn, but we’re both wiped. Both from the emotions of the night and the sex.

I keep tracing patterns over his chest, my head tucked into his shoulder.

“Uh, well. It’s kind of a long story. But he wants to help me.

He looked into my history, because of the whole red flag with my maker.

And, um, it turns out he knew him? Apparently Christoff knew his maker.

I don’t think he was a good guy. Christoff or Matteus’s maker.

” I press a kiss to Kai’s nipple and he squeezes my shoulder comfortingly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s… wow.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Matteus said he can tell me what I want to know about Christoff when I’m ready.”

“Well, that’s good at least.” Kai squeezes me again; I think it’s as much for his comfort as it is mine. Not that I’m complaining.

“It’s certainly something. But, there’s more. Matteus offered me a job. He wants me to be his assistant. And to be my mentor. He wants me to get therapy too, but it’s mainly the job thing.”

Kai laughs softly, his hand rubbing my arm .

“Wait, so you caused a drunken scene in the club on your first visit to the place and he offers you a job and to be your mentor.” He presses a firm kiss to my crown, squeezing me tightly with both arms.

“I know it’s crazy—”

“It’s not crazy in the least. You have no fricken idea how adorable you are.

How endearing. I know you have your hang ups, and I’m not minimising them, but you have no idea how much people like you.

Just look at Bedeer and Willan and Jax and all that.

And Belinda loves you. She thinks you are the sweetest thing.

She’s completely hooked on that Crumbles app and it drives Lifo batty.

” He rolls us, making me squawk indignantly.

Somehow I find myself pressed on my back, with my wrists trapped in his hands beside my head. His beautiful face hovers over mine and he looks serious. Deadly serious.

“And I’m fucking crazy about you. I have been, since that first night I saw you at the club.

I saw you sitting there, and I just thought ‘Damn. This guy. This guy is fucking special.’ And I was right .

You are fucking special. And I am not shocked in the slightest that Matteus saw it too.

The guy is smart as shit. And terrifying. ”

I don’t argue that Matteus isn’t terrifying, because I just don’t see it. I’m too focused on Kai’s fervent declaration.

“I’m crazy about you too, you know.” I whisper. It’s not the intense declaration he just gave me, but I’m hoping that he sees that I mean it. With everything in me.

“Ugh, finally ," he groans loudly and collapses on top of me, nuzzling and kissing at my neck with smacky little kisses. It tickles, making me giggle and squirm under him until I snort.

“Yes! Two for two! Nothing can stop me now!” He crows, then returns to my neck .

It feels incredible, sending tremors of pleasure through me until I’m writhing against him for a different reason all together, dragging my hardening dick against his hip.

Kai pulls off before we can get too carried away again. There’s time until dawn, but not long enough to get off a second time. He rolls to the side, tucking himself against my side this time.

“So, you gonna take the job?” He asks, pressing a hand to the sluggishly bleeding wound I gnawed into his neck earlier.

“Probably. The contract’s in my email. If there is nothing too weird in there, I really should take him up on the offer.”

“But do you want to?”

“Yeah, absolutely. It’s the type of thing I’ve always wanted to do. And it will be an amazing experience. Plus all the other stuff. And steady hours to plan my life. And I’ll get to wear my suits again. I miss them.”

“ Ngh, ” Kai grunts, thrusting against my hip. “Yes. You should model them for me first, though. Make sure they fit.”

I laugh again—when I woke up this evening, I really didn’t think I’d be laughing anywhere near as much as I have been—and shove at his side. “Oh, quit it, you horny beast.”

“Only for you though, Finny-babe. Only for you.” He reaches up to press a kiss to the corner of my cheek.

I turn my head to look at him, his face kind of blurry this close. He’s still perfection.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”