Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 123477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
As Moon stopped twitching and thrusting, his orgasm at an end, Chen lifted his hand to his lips. He licked off the cum that coated his fingers, all while holding Moon’s sleepy gaze.
“You call me a wicked boy,” Moon mumbled, huffing out an exhausted laugh.
“You are a wicked boy, and I was curious as to what you tasted like. If I can’t have your blood, this is the next best thing,” Chen replied.
“Well, you can have that anytime you’d like.”
With his hand clean, Chen wrapped his arm around Moon’s waist, pulling the delicious witch in close. The salty treat was nice, but he was craving something sweet, preferably Moon’s lips. He kissed him, loving the softness that greeted him each time. The angry, prickly man who’d thrown him to the ground was now a soft dumpling in his arms. Not that he’d say that to Moon. He was rather enjoying this tenderness.
A hand moved up his chest and rested over Chen’s heart. Moon dragged his lips to Chen’s cheek and kissed his jaw. “Aren’t you cold?”
“The cold doesn’t bother me,” Chen said, but a sigh followed that statement. “But we should get you inside, so you do not become ill.”
Moon lifted his head, looked about the yard, and dropped it on Chen’s chest, a burst of bright laughter exploding from his lips. “There are three dead bodies not more than two dozen feet away from us, and I sucked your cock right here like it wasn’t a big deal.”
“I take it you’re not normally burdened with corpses.”
Moon’s laughter dissolved to snickers as he shook his head at Chen. “No, I don’t spend a lot of time killing people. But it was clear those three were only interested in revenge for their dead friends. They didn’t care that those assholes were going to attack me or that they ignored your warning.”
“Mn.” Chen remembered what had gotten them put on this path. He pushed up and snatched the hand that Moon had cut. The one sign of an injury was a faint red line across his flushed skin. “There’s no cut.”
His lover shoved into a sitting position and bumped his forehead against Chen’s. “I told you, I heal. Those minor cuts I create to work my magic are nothing.”
Chen scowled at the hand until Moon chuckled and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“No pouting. I’m fine. I appreciate your need to protect me, but you need to remember that I can take care of myself.”
Maybe. He didn’t like that idea. He preferred to be there to keep Moon safe.
The witch dipped his head, so that Chen was forced to gaze into his smiling face. “How would you feel if Xiang was constantly jumping in front of you, fighting your fights and protecting you?”
A low hiss of horror erupted from Chen and he jerked away from Moon, sending the evil witch into peals of wild laughter. What a ridiculous, horrible thought! He’d stab his own brother to teach him that no one was supposed to be protecting him.
And that was the point…
With a huff, Chen shoved to his feet and jerked on his sweater while the madman behind him continued to cackle. Moon had gotten himself under control by the time Chen had his pants fastened and his glasses resting on his face.
Moon also rose with a soft groan and fixed his clothes.
After a discussion of how to dispose of the bodies and the car, Chen cleaned up the yard while Moon ran inside for a quick shower and to pack his bag. The night was wasting away, and Moon needed to get some sleep ahead of tomorrow’s scouting mission.
Tomorrow night, the fae door would open.
Tomorrow night, they had a chance to rescue their brother.
But would tomorrow night be Chen’s last night with Moon?
Chapter 15
Moon Mullins
“So…do I want to ask why Chen came home last night with grass stains on his clothes?”
Moon choked on spit or air, or possibly nothing at all, following Sean’s casual question. They were picking their way through the woods while the sky grew darker overhead with an approaching storm.
After clearing his throat, Moon replied with a subdued, “Probably not.”
The vampire snickered and held up a tree branch so Moon could pass under it without getting hit in the face. They’d headed out just after dawn, giving Moon enough time to suck down some tea that didn’t have nearly enough caffeine in it to make him fully functional. On the way to the forest, he’d convinced Sean to stop at a gas station for some coffee. It might not have been gourmet, but it was hot and chock-full of the caffeine that powered his brain.
The forest hike was a nice way to start the morning, even if the weather was crappy. The air was crisp and cool, making him glad he’d grabbed a jacket when he’d packed a few changes of clothes last night. Leaves covered the trees, even if they were that bright new leaf green before changing to a deeper mature green. This was the best time of year for hiking. Bugs hadn’t taken over yet. Humidity and heat were tolerable. If only spring didn’t bring with it the fae.