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He was more than a kid, but Con didn’t point that out. “You trust Sam?”
“Yes,” Seiran said. “He’s an asshole, but yeah.”
“And Gabe? Mike?”
“Yes.”
“Kelly and Jamie?”
“Yes. Your point?”
“We start small. Just us. No more Dominion, Fellowship, Ascendance. Just us. We unravel all this mess, fix it for the kids. All of them. Bella, Ki and Kura, Kaine, and Link. It’s our job as parents to make the world a better place for our kids.”
“A lot of work for a handful of assholes like us,” Seiran grumbled.
Con laughed. “Truth. But would you rather be in control, or subject to someone else’s whims and manipulation?”
“Yeah, got the T-shirt for that one. No thanks.”
Con looked out over the field where the bodies had vanished, the earth regrowing over them as if it had never been disturbed. He planned to work with Seiran to unravel the details of how big the group was and hoped it would lead them to more information on where to find the demon. Were there a lot of these Kresnik crazies out there? Had they decimated the core of them? He never questioned that another group would rise. There was always some asshole after power. Meanwhile, he had more power at his fingertips than he knew what to do with. It was an insane amount of energy, even while being emotionally exhausted. They all needed some rest.
Seiran’s phone pinged. He pulled it out of his pocket after the power of the earth finally faded. The sun was up and Con wondered if anyone would come looking for all the missing. He looked forward to digging into their files and linking the broken puzzle pieces of the Kresnik after he got some sleep.
“Jamie and Kelly are on their way back. I need to see if I can make some of the house usable or move us all.” Seiran groaned.
“I hope there is space,” Con said. “’Cause you know Luca is going to need some physical reassurance.”
Seiran’s face turned red. “You all are so gross.”
“Right, ‘cause you will not be screwing your vampire?” Sam asked as he stepped up to reach for Con’s hand. “We fed Luca. Blood bags, but Gabe wants to start him slow and the blood of a Pillar is a bit too much of a punch for a brand-new vampire. We’ve got a wing of the house cleared and it appears mostly stable. It will be tight, but it’s easier to put up wards around one place, rather than multiple. Assuming someone can show me how to do wards?”
Con wrapped his arm around Sam and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you. Magic 101.”
“Fuck,” Sam cursed. Con agreed.
FORTY-THREE
Luca was the first to wake, jolting at the rise of darkness like some sort of alarm clock in his head. That would take some getting used to. The bright color kaleidoscope of the world had eased, leaving everything with an aura of hazy color. At least he could make out where he was and his guys next to him rather than being half blinded by the brightness of the rainbows.
He blinked and stretched. Con snuggled up against his side, smelling delicious. He was fast asleep, breathing deep and steady, his body warm and pliable.
Luca felt Sam stir. A hand clamped down on Luca’s wrist. “I wasn’t going to taste,” Luca whispered.
“I know how tempting it is. Let’s get you some blood.” Sam rolled out of bed and tugged Luca along with. Luca reluctantly followed Sam through the house and to the kitchen. The damage was extensive, arboretum in shambles, the back of the house patched together with vines and haphazard stone, the front entry much the same, and the massive double stairway was gone, leaving only the back narrow stairs up to the second floor, but the fridge still ran.
Wards buzzed around his senses, strong and more than a little invasive, but everything else was quiet. The goal was to keep anyone out and warn the witches of the house of coming trouble. The clock said that they’d had a few hours of sleep, and Luca wished he could have some blood and rest for another week.
Sam doctored up some blood bags, splitting them into two, and mixing types, then warming it. Luca flinched at the taste. It wasn’t gross, but a bit like drinking a flat soda or fruit juice that had gone off. Not great.
“It never really gets better,” Sam said, “not from the bag. We’ll have to findcibos. Con, even if he lets us feed from him, won’t be enough to sustain us both.”
The idea of biting Con made Luca hard, his mind filling with images of what he wanted happening when the bite happened. He really had a bite kink. He grabbed Sam and pulled him close, his hands on Sam’s hips and grinding his cock into Sam’s stomach.
Sam gasped. “I didn’t know if you’d still want… Vampires don’t often…”
Luca sighed and captured Sam’s lips to dive in for a kiss. “We can’t feed on each other, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to bite or be bitten, especially while being fucked.” He kissed Sam again, but accidentally nicked his tongue on his own fang. “Fangs are bigger. I’ll have to get used to that. No blow jobs for a while,” he said, feeling annoyed with himself.
“Finish the blood,” Sam said. “Then we can go upstairs and see if we can wake Con. He won’t mind sucking us off.”