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Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…
Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.
Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?
Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.
Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?
Here's the snog!!
Allan crept towards Todd. His hands trembled as he reached for his lover. Only one person got to him. One person brought all his fears and worries to the surface. Todd. His mate. His heart ached. “She’s the reason I’m a vampire.”
Todd stared at something in the distance and didn’t move. Allan pushed into his mind, but saw nothing. He had to say something, do something to make the hurt go away, but what? “Don’t shut me out. This is something I never thought would happen, but I’m not letting her tear us apart.”
More silence. Todd didn’t move, just looked straight ahead.
“Todd, I love you. Nothing will change that.” Despite the emotional chasm between them, Allan drew circles over the back of Todd’s hand with his thumb. “This is a hitch in our relationship and it’s on my shoulders, but we’ll get past it. I know we will.”
Todd exhaled and scrubbed his hand over his mouth. “I believe you.” He nodded. “I know we’ll manage, but you’re always the calm one. You don’t screw up, so this threw me.” Todd wrapped his arm around Allan’s shoulders and held him tight to his chest. “We all have a vampire that sired us, I just… I never wanted to hear that you had one. I imagined it was divine intervention or something. You made me and that’s enough.” He chuckled. “You made me a fucking wuss, too. Getting upset like this. Shit.”
Allan snorted. He liked his man being emotional. “Intervention, yes, but not divine.” He pressed a kiss to Todd’s bristled neck. He loved the feel of the scruff abrading his lips. Desire flowed through his veins and his cock responded. They might have fucked not an hour before, but, damn, he was ready to go again.
“What does this mean for us? Is she going to try to kill me?” Todd’s voice cracked and he shifted in his seat. Allan’s effect on Todd was evidenced by the tent in his jeans.
Allan palmed Todd’s cock through the denim. “She’s dangerous, yeah.”
“We need to protect each other?” Todd scooted down in the seat. He ground his pelvis against Allan’s hand. “Gypsy, too?”
“Eventually.” Allan nipped Todd’s hair-roughened skin. He popped the button on Todd’s jeans and slipped his hand beneath the zipper to cup Todd’s dick. The heat filled Allan to his core. Todd’s moan rumbled around the truck cab. Allan stroked Todd, caressing every inch of his erection.
Todd shifted enough to give Allan better access. He yanked his pants down then grabbed the front of Allan’s shirt. “I want you.”