Page 62 of Mortal Sins

of their stupid rules? They abandoned you.”

Snod did not point out that he had been given a way to return to the Order, hanging his head down as

his stomach began to clench. Somewhere deep inside, he knew Frankie was right. He knew that there

was nothing wrong with the things they did together. And yet, the guilt of his sins still weighed down

heavily upon him.

Keeping the truth from Frankie was one of those sins now, perhaps the worst of all. The vampire had

been nothing but kind to him, treating him with compassion and tenderness, and allowing him in his

very own bed again and again.

Snod didn’t know what to say. He was in too much anguish to craft a lie or any response that would

mask his deceit. It was all he could do to lean forward and kiss Frankie, a kiss he knew he didn’t

deserve.

Frankie let him, framing his face with his hands, kissing him sweetly in return. “It’s okay, Obe,” he

breathed softly. “I’m not going to abandon you. I won’t.”

Snod’s heart was crushed and resurrected all at once, his eyes damp as he deepened the kiss even

more. He tried to tell himself that his deception was harmless. Frankie would be angry that he had

lied to him about his intentions, but all Snod needed was a name.

A name couldn’t hurt Frankie, right?

The kiss became hotter and hotter, neither able to resist the call of their bodies wishing to reunite

once more. Snod poured himself over Frankie, trying to take his time now, capturing each breath with

a passionate kiss as he pushed his way back inside of him.

Frankie’s arms and legs curled all around him, rolling their bodies together with every deep thrust.

Snod was enjoying the passionate tempo, loving how he could feel Frankie’s heart starting to pound

beneath him.

Snod used all of the pain tearing at his soul to fuel his hips, nearly sobbing when he finally came. He

kept going until Frankie was coming with him, holding him tight as his long legs continued to tremble

around him.

“Last time,” Frankie said with a breathless grin.

“Last time,” Snod agreed.

Frankie was right. This was dangerous. Whether the blood was to blame or not, when they were

together all Snod could think about was being with him like this forever.