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Vidar moves closer, crowding me. “He’s coming into his vampiric powers and getting stronger now that he’s actually feeding. It’s a good thing.”

I nod. “It is…”

“But?”

“Never thought I’d miss hearing those obnoxiously loud stomps of his. But I’m happy he’s better.”

“Me too.” He strokes my face. “I made a good choice, picking you as my mate. You’ll be good for the family.”

“A step-dad to a couple of centuries-old vampires,” I chuckle. “Also, I’m pretty certain Fate decided I’d be your mate, so you can’t take credit for this.”

He hums low, and from his lazy smirk, Vidar clearly disagrees with my statement. But isn’t willing to fight over it.

I run my hands up his arms, holding onto his forearms so I can make his eyes flash with predatory hunger.

“Will you tell me about your tattoos?”

He presses my back against the window, drops his head and brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “Take off my T-shirt, little prince, and I’ll show you everything."

My breath catches, and I run my flat hands up to his wide, defined shoulders. Down to the well-sculptured panels of his strong chest, excitement burns hot as I’ll finally get to explore every inch of my big vampire’s well-honed body.

My mouth waters with desire.

Blunt teeth nip at my earlobe, dragging a moan out of me as I grab the hem of his shirt and slide the fabric off his body like revealing a treat.

Chapter thirty-six

Kai

Hair and scars scatter across Vidar’s wide tattooed chest, and as my tentative but eager touch roams from his shoulders, down to his hard pecs, the growing need in the pit of my stomach flames hot.

“You have pierced nipples.” I hadn’t expected it, but fuck me, my mouth waters.

“I do,” he replies, low, seductive, and a little smug.

I swallow, unsure where to look first.

“Tell me what your tattoos mean…” I ask, desire stroking along my twitching prick. I bite into my bottom lip as I press on his chest to feel the powerful muscles under all his hot flesh and faded blue ink.

Vidar holds onto my waist, and with two steps, I’m pressed into the cold window surface.

“Before I was a chieftain, but after I became a warrior, I was a berserker.” His deep baritone thickens the tension around us, and I run my tongue along my bottom lip like I can taste it in the air.

Vidar’s molten gaze follows, his thumb coming up to trace the wetness on my lip. “I’d wear nothing but a bear skin into battle as I tore my enemies to pieces.”

Knees weak, I hold onto his shoulders, or else I’ll drop. “That should not be so hot.” And lean over to kiss the roaring bear between his well-defined pecs.

He chuckles, dark and dangerous.

“Would you like me to wear my bear skin one day, little prince?” Vidar’s fingers stroke down from my lips to my chin and the length of my exposed neck. “I’d chase you down and make youmine.” He growls the word, and every drop of blood leaves my lust-addled brain and pulses straight into my prick.

“Don’t tempt me, I still want to know about your tattoos.”

He makes a rumbling sound of pleasure. “How can I resist, when you’re always tempting me?”

I caress across his shoulders with both hands to trace a wolf on one side and the massive serpent on the other. “And these, Vidar, what are these?”

His name is heavy in my mouth, creating a wet ache that longs to be filled.