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  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Will said, drawing back.

  Jeremy heard the faintest touch of sadness but could not focus on it. Morgan had not relinquished the kiss, even after swallowing the gift of blood. Nor had his hand been idly resting on Jeremy’s hip. Instead, Morgan had unfastened the buttons to Jeremy’s breeches, reaching in to caress the hard shaft that Will had just touched.

  With a shock, Jeremy understood that their hands must have been busy together. The realization had no time to sink in. Jeremy yielded to Morgan’s pull, tumbling onto the bed with him as the kiss ended.

  “Why did you wait for me?”

  Jeremy heard the words in his head as well as spoken aloud. Before he could even frame his reply, Morgan smiled at him.

  “Thank you for waiting, Takeshi.” Another kiss. “But I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

  The flash of desire that followed the words scorched Jeremy with its heat. He touched Morgan with the utmost gentleness, unsure how much the man could bear, even after all the days of recuperation.

  Pleasure and unmitigated desire came through their mind link, encouraging him to explore further. Jeremy trailed his fingers over Morgan’s body, beginning with his strong jaw and moving slowly down the inviting flesh of his throat before caressing the strong muscles beneath the loose nightshirt.

  Following the trail of his fingers, Jeremy teased Morgan with kisses and flicks of his tongue, taking time to savor Morgan’s hardening nipples with light nips through the soft linen. Reaching out with his mind, he tried to follow Morgan’s responses with more than just his physical senses.

  “Damn, Jeremy. I’m not a woman, stop playing around…”

  The pleasure in the back of Morgan’s mind belied the words. Jeremy shifted his attention lower, lavishing kisses on every inch of uninjured skin he found. Morgan shuddered, his cock twitching with his growing arousal.

  “Should I give you more attention here?” He followed the thought with a featherlight stroke along the length of the hardening shaft.

  Morgan groaned in response, his hands clenching on the bedsheet as though the simple caress stirred him beyond his ability to resist.

  The reaction spurred Jeremy’s own arousal. He’d been fighting the natural results of his feeding, but the sight and feel of Morgan responding so swiftly to him was like a heady aphrodisiac. Jeremy stood to remove his clothes, reluctant to relinquish contact for even such a short moment.

  “For some reason, I can’t wait.”

  Jeremy could feel Morgan’s desire overlap with his. As gentle as he wished to be, simple caresses would not suffice to reaffirm their need for each other. Yet Morgan was still in no condition to receive Jeremy, not with the abuse he’d suffered at Thorven’s hands.

  “Don’t think of it, I beg you. Just think of me. Of us. God, I want you, Takeshi. I don’t care how.”

  Jeremy flinched as Morgan touched him, shuddering at the feel of the strong hand stroking him to further hardness. “Then can you bear my weight for a brief while?” He reached for the table beside the bed, where the carafe still stood.

  He poured a liberal amount into Morgan’s hand. “Can you prepare me? Just like the night in the bath.”

  The exquisite surge of anticipation that flooded Morgan heightened Jeremy’s lust. Yes. Just like the night in the bath, where they had both shared what each had experienced. As Jeremy shivered in desire, Morgan’s fingers slipped around to slide into him, prying him gently open. Jeremy poured the oil into his hands, stroking both Morgan’s straining erection and his until they both neared their peak.

  “Are you ready, Hostia Aeternus?” he asked, reaching through the haze of desire as he maneuvered to position himself over Morgan. “Can you feel me?”

  “Yes, Takeshi,” Morgan answered as a hiss escaped him.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, Jeremy lowered himself onto Morgan, closing his eyes against the doubled sensation of feeling Morgan penetrating him and Morgan feeling the hot warmth enclose him. Jeremy shuddered in ecstasy as Morgan’s fevered hands engulfed his aching cock, and he began to move with care, keeping his weight off Morgan as much as possible.

  The deliberate pace only fueled the burn of their mutual pleasure, until it became an excruciating torture of sensation. Soon, far too soon, the exquisite agony became too much for them both. The shudder of Morgan’s orgasm flooded him.

  “I love you, Takeshi!”

  The amazing sensation of that mental caress triggered Jeremy’s own powerful climax, and he fought the urge to sink his fangs into Morgan’s neck as his pleasure crested.

  With a final shiver of repletion, Jeremy reveled in the unabashed love he finally saw in the eyes of his beloved Host.

  “I love you, Morgan Holland.” Jeremy shifted himself to lie beside Morgan on the bed. “Don’t ever leave me like that again.”

  Morgan’s smile was full of remorse. “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t think I could bring myself to do it again.” After a moment, Morgan sighed. “So now that I am minore, I guess I can’t be your Host.”

  The wistful comment caught Jeremy off guard. “Does that disturb you?”

  “I can’t really say, except…” Morgan trailed off, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.

  “Except what?” Jeremy pressed, though he thought he knew what Morgan would say.

  “I don’t like the idea of you feeding from someone else,” Morgan confessed. “I’ll miss it. The biting, I mean.”

  Red didn’t begin to describe the heightened color on Morgan’s face. Jeremy suppressed a smirk, though he had guessed a little of Morgan’s thoughts already.

  “Well, whoever I feed from will be feeding you,” he pointed out. “I can still bite you. Whenever you want.”

  “Is that so?” Morgan’s embarrassment receded at the words, at least judging by the color on his cheeks. Then his smile faded. “What do you mean by the first comment?”

  “Didn’t you know? The minorii always have to be fed with the help of the nosferii.” Jeremy leaned over to whisper in Morgan’s ear. “Three for the feeding. And for after.”

  Morgan lay silent for a very long moment. “Three?” The words were soft but carried a curious undertone. “Three. I guess I have much more to learn.”

  Jeremy smiled. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We have plenty of time.”

  Yes, plenty of time to enjoy this happiness. The rest of their lives, in fact.

  Loose Id Titles by Autumn Montague

  The BLOOD SWORN Series

  Salva Me

  Autumn Montague

  Autumn grew up loving all things historical, all things romance, and all things Japanese. As a devoted Japanophile, her love of the country has led her to incorporate this love into her writing. Her stories are always well spiced with the taste of Japan. Sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, but always deliciously.

  Visit http://autumnmontague.com to find out more about Autumn and her writing.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Loose Id Titles by Autumn Montague

  Autumn Montague

 

 

 
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