Chapter 9
Donnell stood in the middle of his living room and tried to decide how he felt. On the one hand, his shock and disbelief at seeing Vassily standing on his doorstep as though he’d never deserted Donnell without a word were still very much present within him. But on the other hand, watching Kieran dispatch his Maker and former lover so easily meant that astonishment and awe had joined in the emotional fray taking place within him. Along with less definable emotions such as a feeling of freedom. He would no longer be haunted by memories of Vassily, he was sure of that. Because they had been replaced by images of his Maker floating in mid-air, futilely struggling as he tried to get free of Kieran’s wall of magic. His Maker wasn’t the all-powerful, awe-inspiring creature that Donnell had always thought of him as being. If anyone deserved that title, it was the man currently sprawled out on his couch drinking spiked egg nog and singing Christmas carols half under his breath.
This thought made Donnell want to giggle helplessly. Kieran just wasn’t that frightening, even now after he’d seen what the mage was capable of. He glanced at Kieran, who smiled and winked at him. The vampire felt a rush of affection for Kieran swell up in him. This man had changed his life down to its very foundations, and all over the space of a few days time. He would never be the same - and that was a tremendously good thing! He found himself smiling back at Kieran, and on impulse he walked over and straddled the mage’s lap in a single swift move.
Kieran went “Oof!” and reached up to grab Donnell’s waist. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked a bit breathlessly as his mismatched eyes gleamed.
Donnell’s lips lifted slightly at the corners. “I wanted to thank you again for taking care of Vassily like that,” he told Kieran.
The mage chuckled and rubbed his hands along Donnell’s sides. “Not that I’m not enjoying it, but there are plenty of other ways that you could have thanked me,” he pointed out.
“Maybe,” the vampire agreed, then began to rub himself over Kieran’s groin a little to make the poor human moan. “But none so pleasurable as this method, I think.”
“You got that right,” Kieran agreed breathlessly. Then he lost the ability to speak altogether as Donnell kissed him hungrily.
Their mouths mated and merged, their tongues dancing together. Kieran panted when Donnell lifted his head at last, trying to get back his breath. “While I really love this way of saying thank you,” he said a little hoarsely, “I don’t just want your gratitude. I don’t want this to be about you thanking me. Can you understand that, Donnell?”
He nodded gravely. “It’s a good thing, then,” he breathed as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the couch on either side of Kieran’s head, “That the kiss was about gratitude, but everything else that will happen after is not. Because I am not just grateful to you, Kieran - I also want you.”
The mage’s face turned as serious as he’d ever seen it. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching Donnell’s. “Because only a little while ago you could barely kiss me…”
“I know,” Donnell sighed. “But having seen Vassily again, I’ve come to realize that I spent all of this time moping over a creature who didn’t deserve it. I cannot believe that I yearned after him for so long! What a waste! I feel like a fool.”
“You’re not a fool, Donnell,” Kieran assured him. “Just a man who was in love. Someone who’d had his heart broken. It's understandable.”
“Perhaps. But seeing the contrast between the two of you made me realize that my love for him was utterly blind. Spending over a century being depressed because I was deserted by a heartless bastard…but no more. I’ll not waste another second of thought or feeling on him. I wish to move on with my life…with you. If you’ll have me,” he added, looking down into Kieran’s eyes.
The mage smiled like the sun emerging from behind the clouds. “Are you kidding me?! This is the best Christmas present ever! Which I’ll be happy to unwrap,” he added with a comical leer.
Donnell found himself laughing. “Daft Merlin,” he murmured, just before he kissed Kieran once again.
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“Just how many of these do you have?” Donnell asked in faint exasperation as Kieran handed him yet another necklace.
The mage laughed. “Lots. I like jewelry. Here, last one,” he gave the vampire a chain of beads to set on the table beside them, then pulled his shirt up and off over his head. “There, see? That wasn’t so hard,” he remarked cheerfully.
Donnell rolled his eyes. “Finally,” he said, making Kieran chuckle. His dark gaze roamed over the chest revealed to his eyes, leanly muscular with mostly smooth skin except for a scattering of brown hairs in the middle. He reached out to run his hand over the skin and the muscles underneath. Kieran made a small sound in the back of his throat, arching his back into the touch. “Your skin is so warm. I love that,” he gasped.
Donnell smiled, smoothing his hands over the shuddering muscles of Kieran’s stomach. “Why do you wear skirts?” he asked, as he scooted backward a bit to get at the belt buckle.
Kieran snorted. “What kind of Irishman are you, Donnell?” he chided. “These aren’t skirts, they’re kilts. Irish kilts! I’m just showing some patriotism, that’s all,” he continued with a grin.
Donnell sighed, even as his fingers made quick work of the belt buckle. “You are very silly,” he said.
“Hey, I never denied that,” Kieran said easily. He lifted his hips so that the vampire could begin to pull the kilt off of them.
Donnell discovered that Kieran went with the grand tradition of kilt-wearers - I.e., he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was standing free and proud, surrounded by a short nest of brown pubic hair. He took it in hand, making Kieran moan softly. He slid off of the mage’s lap and knelt down in front of him. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the leaking tip delicately. Kieran groaned and bucked a little. “Now I’ll demonstrate how a vampire sucks,” he growled.
Kieran bit at his lip as Donnell’s curly black head descended on his lap. Fingernails scored lightly at his thighs as a warmth mouth took him in insistently. For someone who hadn’t done this in a long while, Donnell was surprisingly skilled. His tongue was rubbing just under the head in that oh-so-sensitive spot, and Kieran thrust his hips upward and moaned softly to show his approval. He petted the bobbing black curls lightly, feeling himself being drawn up to orgasm already. It had been awhile since he’d had anyone give him head, and it was Donnell, after all…
“Gonna…come,” he husked warningly.
Donnell draw back and bit and looked up at him from under thick black lashes. His pink lips formed a perfect oval as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked vigorously. Kieran cried out a bit as he spurted into the vampire’s mouth, shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed him.
He lay back and luxuriated in the aftershocks as the vampire rose to his feet, licking at his pink lips as he did so. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his nimble fingers revealing that lovely pale skin with its charming trail of curly dark hair to Kieran’s rather dazed eyes. He pulled it off entirely, and the mage gulped when he saw two pink nipples like candy drops crowning the slim chest. He could feel himself trying to drool heavily as Donnell unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them, pushing them and his underwear down to his feet. That pretty cock was erect, ready for a touch of mouth or hand. He groaned in his throat.
Donnell sinuously crawled back onto the couch, his dark eyes fixed on Kieran’s. “Would you like to touch me?” he purred throatily.
“Yuh,” Kieran gurgled, not very coherently.
Donnell giggled, looking too adorable for words. He slid into Kieran’s lap easily, straddling his waist. “Then touch me, daft Merlin,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” Kieran replied, making him laugh. That sound turned into a moan when Kieran began to lick the side of his neck, tracing his tongue over the pale skin and then biting at it gently to raise blood in it. Donnell titled his head back to give him more room to work, and his hands clutched at Kieran’s shoulders. Teeth nibbled at his collarbone, and the mage’s wet mouth closed over his nipple. “Uh, Kieran!” Donnell hissed, arching his back.
So sensitive, so sweet. Kieran relished what he was doing, and each of Donnell’s reactions. His hands moved around to find and squeeze the cheeks of a tight ass lovingly. Donnell squirmed for him, mewling as he lapped at the unattended nipple like a dog. “Sweet, sweet, Donnell,” he cooed against the pale skin. “I could just eat you up. You taste better than cheesecake or white chocolate.”
“Sillllyyy…” he began breathlessly, but he lost the rest of his sentences as Kieran’s hands pulled him closer so that his cock was rubbing against the mage’s lower chest lightly but insistently.
Kieran rolled them so that Donnell was sprawled on the couch. He buried his face in Donnell’s stomach. The vampire buried his fingers in the long brown tresses as Kieran proceeded lower and lower. He gasped, but it turned into a helpless giggle as Kieran began to make ’motor boat’ sounds against his skin. “Stop!” he wailed. “Ah, ah!”
This last cry was brought on by the mage nipping at his lower stomach, then licking up the shaft of his cock. But he didn’t stay there for long - instead he pushed Donnell’s legs apart and toward his chest. He began to mouth at the pair of tight balls, suckling gently. His tongue pressed on the vampire’s perineum, making him shudder. Then his eyes opened wide in astonishment as that warm, wet tongue drifted further south. “No!” he cried in shock. “Kieran!”
Even the tugs on his hair didn’t deter the mage. He dove in, licking and lapping at the secret, hidden entrance into Donnell’s body. The vampire arched and bucked and whimpered, caught in a new, astonishing pleasure. He lost track of time and space as Kieran drove him mad with his tongue and lips, and when he finally relented Donnell just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling and panting heavily for breath.
A finger probed the entrance, slickened with spit. “I don’t suppose you have anything resembling lube around here, do you, Donnell?" the mage asked.
“Wha…no,” he managed to get out when his brain started working a bit again.
A laugh. “I didn’t think so. That’s okay. Magic time!” Kieran twirled his fingers elaborately in the air, and a bottle of some kind appeared in his hand.
Donnell frowned up at it. “Did you just steal that from somewhere?” he asked.
Kieran chuckled. “You’re cute. Especially since you steal all the time just to pay your rent.”
Donnell frowned at his words, but the mage only patted his thigh. “No, I didn’t steal it, baby. I simply conjured it from my apartment. Neat trick, eh?”
Donnell blew out a long breath, then moaned as a now slippery finger began to burrow into him. Kieran bent his head and began to lap at the weeping tip of his cock at the same time. He was lost between these two things, his body invaded for the first time in so very long…but he loved it. He heard Kieran remark: “I don’t think that I need a condom. I don’t get diseases because of my magic - and you’re a vampire who hasn’t been with anybody in forever. I think we’re safe.”
Donnell blinked, trying to take in what he was saying. Kieran chuckled and lifted him, letting the vampire settle in his lap. He kissed Donnell’s forehead. “You want to do the honors, sweet thing?”
It took him a moment understand, then Donnell lifted himself up a bit and reached back to find Kieran’s hard cock. It was already slick and ready for him. His sighed as he began to settle back, positioning himself so that he could push back and let it breech his body. Kieran groaned against his neck as he gritted his teeth against the now unfamiliar pressure and slight burning. But he pushed backward determinedly, wanting it. His head tilted back, and he moaned at the ceiling. Wriggling, he slid Kieran inside of him fully.
“Yeah,” the mage husked. “Ah, God, that feels good.”
Donnell thought so too. After a moment’s rest, he began to move at his own pace. He lifted and lowered himself steadily in Kieran’s lap, and the mage’s hands held him and aided him in his efforts. He realized that he was making little noises, mewling and gasping sounds. Kieran’s mouth was sucking and biting at his skin, and Donnell was swiftly losing himself again. And then…he realized dizzyingly that he could smell Kieran’s blood! He couldn’t stop his fangs from descending, and he tried desperately to speak and warn Kieran that he couldn’t control himself.
But it was too late. He lunged forward and sank his fangs into Kieran’s shoulder, the mage crying out under him. He sucked and rode, lapping at the wound like a kitten as he wriggled his hips. Between the magic infused blood and the pleasure of having Kieran inside of him, it was too much for Donnell. He threw his head back and screamed as he came, painting Kieran’s chest and belly red with his semen as he shuddered.
He slumped forward over the mage’s body, spent and exhausted. Not even the magic in the blood he’d taken in energized him. It merely thrummed in his veins as he listened to Kieran’s thundering heartbeat. He could feel the human still making small movements up into him, and somehow he found the energy to tighten his internal muscles around the cock buried in him. Kieran made a low sound and stiffened, and the vampire felt a wash of warmth inside of his body. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, laying his cheek against Kieran’s shoulder near the wound.
“For what?” he heard the human ask under him.
“For biting you. I couldn’t stop myself…”
“You’re a vampire. That’s not a huge surprise,” Kieran remarked in amusement. “Besides, it only hurt a little. And it was really hot,” he went on, his arms closing around Donnell’s body.
He looked up into the mismatched eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Sure as I can be,” Kieran told him, kissing the tip of his nose. “I told you you could feed off me whenever you want. During sex seems like as good a time as any,” he added with twinkling eyes.
Donnell relaxed against him. “Thank you, Kieran,” he husked.
The mage stroked his curls with one hand. “Merry Christmas, Donnell,” he replied. And for the vampire, it was the first time that those words had ever applied to him in all of his long ’life’.
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Donnell stood in the middle of his living room and tried to decide how he felt. On the one hand, his shock and disbelief at seeing Vassily standing on his doorstep as though he’d never deserted Donnell without a word were still very much present within him. But on the other hand, watching Kieran dispatch his Maker and former lover so easily meant that astonishment and awe had joined in the emotional fray taking place within him. Along with less definable emotions such as a feeling of freedom. He would no longer be haunted by memories of Vassily, he was sure of that. Because they had been replaced by images of his Maker floating in mid-air, futilely struggling as he tried to get free of Kieran’s wall of magic. His Maker wasn’t the all-powerful, awe-inspiring creature that Donnell had always thought of him as being. If anyone deserved that title, it was the man currently sprawled out on his couch drinking spiked egg nog and singing Christmas carols half under his breath.
This thought made Donnell want to giggle helplessly. Kieran just wasn’t that frightening, even now after he’d seen what the mage was capable of. He glanced at Kieran, who smiled and winked at him. The vampire felt a rush of affection for Kieran swell up in him. This man had changed his life down to its very foundations, and all over the space of a few days time. He would never be the same - and that was a tremendously good thing! He found himself smiling back at Kieran, and on impulse he walked over and straddled the mage’s lap in a single swift move.
Kieran went “Oof!” and reached up to grab Donnell’s waist. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked a bit breathlessly as his mismatched eyes gleamed.
Donnell’s lips lifted slightly at the corners. “I wanted to thank you again for taking care of Vassily like that,” he told Kieran.
The mage chuckled and rubbed his hands along Donnell’s sides. “Not that I’m not enjoying it, but there are plenty of other ways that you could have thanked me,” he pointed out.
“Maybe,” the vampire agreed, then began to rub himself over Kieran’s groin a little to make the poor human moan. “But none so pleasurable as this method, I think.”
“You got that right,” Kieran agreed breathlessly. Then he lost the ability to speak altogether as Donnell kissed him hungrily.
Their mouths mated and merged, their tongues dancing together. Kieran panted when Donnell lifted his head at last, trying to get back his breath. “While I really love this way of saying thank you,” he said a little hoarsely, “I don’t just want your gratitude. I don’t want this to be about you thanking me. Can you understand that, Donnell?”
He nodded gravely. “It’s a good thing, then,” he breathed as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the couch on either side of Kieran’s head, “That the kiss was about gratitude, but everything else that will happen after is not. Because I am not just grateful to you, Kieran - I also want you.”
The mage’s face turned as serious as he’d ever seen it. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching Donnell’s. “Because only a little while ago you could barely kiss me…”
“I know,” Donnell sighed. “But having seen Vassily again, I’ve come to realize that I spent all of this time moping over a creature who didn’t deserve it. I cannot believe that I yearned after him for so long! What a waste! I feel like a fool.”
“You’re not a fool, Donnell,” Kieran assured him. “Just a man who was in love. Someone who’d had his heart broken. It's understandable.”
“Perhaps. But seeing the contrast between the two of you made me realize that my love for him was utterly blind. Spending over a century being depressed because I was deserted by a heartless bastard…but no more. I’ll not waste another second of thought or feeling on him. I wish to move on with my life…with you. If you’ll have me,” he added, looking down into Kieran’s eyes.
The mage smiled like the sun emerging from behind the clouds. “Are you kidding me?! This is the best Christmas present ever! Which I’ll be happy to unwrap,” he added with a comical leer.
Donnell found himself laughing. “Daft Merlin,” he murmured, just before he kissed Kieran once again.
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“Just how many of these do you have?” Donnell asked in faint exasperation as Kieran handed him yet another necklace.
The mage laughed. “Lots. I like jewelry. Here, last one,” he gave the vampire a chain of beads to set on the table beside them, then pulled his shirt up and off over his head. “There, see? That wasn’t so hard,” he remarked cheerfully.
Donnell rolled his eyes. “Finally,” he said, making Kieran chuckle. His dark gaze roamed over the chest revealed to his eyes, leanly muscular with mostly smooth skin except for a scattering of brown hairs in the middle. He reached out to run his hand over the skin and the muscles underneath. Kieran made a small sound in the back of his throat, arching his back into the touch. “Your skin is so warm. I love that,” he gasped.
Donnell smiled, smoothing his hands over the shuddering muscles of Kieran’s stomach. “Why do you wear skirts?” he asked, as he scooted backward a bit to get at the belt buckle.
Kieran snorted. “What kind of Irishman are you, Donnell?” he chided. “These aren’t skirts, they’re kilts. Irish kilts! I’m just showing some patriotism, that’s all,” he continued with a grin.
Donnell sighed, even as his fingers made quick work of the belt buckle. “You are very silly,” he said.
“Hey, I never denied that,” Kieran said easily. He lifted his hips so that the vampire could begin to pull the kilt off of them.
Donnell discovered that Kieran went with the grand tradition of kilt-wearers - I.e., he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was standing free and proud, surrounded by a short nest of brown pubic hair. He took it in hand, making Kieran moan softly. He slid off of the mage’s lap and knelt down in front of him. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the leaking tip delicately. Kieran groaned and bucked a little. “Now I’ll demonstrate how a vampire sucks,” he growled.
Kieran bit at his lip as Donnell’s curly black head descended on his lap. Fingernails scored lightly at his thighs as a warmth mouth took him in insistently. For someone who hadn’t done this in a long while, Donnell was surprisingly skilled. His tongue was rubbing just under the head in that oh-so-sensitive spot, and Kieran thrust his hips upward and moaned softly to show his approval. He petted the bobbing black curls lightly, feeling himself being drawn up to orgasm already. It had been awhile since he’d had anyone give him head, and it was Donnell, after all…
“Gonna…come,” he husked warningly.
Donnell draw back and bit and looked up at him from under thick black lashes. His pink lips formed a perfect oval as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked vigorously. Kieran cried out a bit as he spurted into the vampire’s mouth, shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed him.
He lay back and luxuriated in the aftershocks as the vampire rose to his feet, licking at his pink lips as he did so. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his nimble fingers revealing that lovely pale skin with its charming trail of curly dark hair to Kieran’s rather dazed eyes. He pulled it off entirely, and the mage gulped when he saw two pink nipples like candy drops crowning the slim chest. He could feel himself trying to drool heavily as Donnell unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them, pushing them and his underwear down to his feet. That pretty cock was erect, ready for a touch of mouth or hand. He groaned in his throat.
Donnell sinuously crawled back onto the couch, his dark eyes fixed on Kieran’s. “Would you like to touch me?” he purred throatily.
“Yuh,” Kieran gurgled, not very coherently.
Donnell giggled, looking too adorable for words. He slid into Kieran’s lap easily, straddling his waist. “Then touch me, daft Merlin,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” Kieran replied, making him laugh. That sound turned into a moan when Kieran began to lick the side of his neck, tracing his tongue over the pale skin and then biting at it gently to raise blood in it. Donnell titled his head back to give him more room to work, and his hands clutched at Kieran’s shoulders. Teeth nibbled at his collarbone, and the mage’s wet mouth closed over his nipple. “Uh, Kieran!” Donnell hissed, arching his back.
So sensitive, so sweet. Kieran relished what he was doing, and each of Donnell’s reactions. His hands moved around to find and squeeze the cheeks of a tight ass lovingly. Donnell squirmed for him, mewling as he lapped at the unattended nipple like a dog. “Sweet, sweet, Donnell,” he cooed against the pale skin. “I could just eat you up. You taste better than cheesecake or white chocolate.”
“Sillllyyy…” he began breathlessly, but he lost the rest of his sentences as Kieran’s hands pulled him closer so that his cock was rubbing against the mage’s lower chest lightly but insistently.
Kieran rolled them so that Donnell was sprawled on the couch. He buried his face in Donnell’s stomach. The vampire buried his fingers in the long brown tresses as Kieran proceeded lower and lower. He gasped, but it turned into a helpless giggle as Kieran began to make ’motor boat’ sounds against his skin. “Stop!” he wailed. “Ah, ah!”
This last cry was brought on by the mage nipping at his lower stomach, then licking up the shaft of his cock. But he didn’t stay there for long - instead he pushed Donnell’s legs apart and toward his chest. He began to mouth at the pair of tight balls, suckling gently. His tongue pressed on the vampire’s perineum, making him shudder. Then his eyes opened wide in astonishment as that warm, wet tongue drifted further south. “No!” he cried in shock. “Kieran!”
Even the tugs on his hair didn’t deter the mage. He dove in, licking and lapping at the secret, hidden entrance into Donnell’s body. The vampire arched and bucked and whimpered, caught in a new, astonishing pleasure. He lost track of time and space as Kieran drove him mad with his tongue and lips, and when he finally relented Donnell just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling and panting heavily for breath.
A finger probed the entrance, slickened with spit. “I don’t suppose you have anything resembling lube around here, do you, Donnell?" the mage asked.
“Wha…no,” he managed to get out when his brain started working a bit again.
A laugh. “I didn’t think so. That’s okay. Magic time!” Kieran twirled his fingers elaborately in the air, and a bottle of some kind appeared in his hand.
Donnell frowned up at it. “Did you just steal that from somewhere?” he asked.
Kieran chuckled. “You’re cute. Especially since you steal all the time just to pay your rent.”
Donnell frowned at his words, but the mage only patted his thigh. “No, I didn’t steal it, baby. I simply conjured it from my apartment. Neat trick, eh?”
Donnell blew out a long breath, then moaned as a now slippery finger began to burrow into him. Kieran bent his head and began to lap at the weeping tip of his cock at the same time. He was lost between these two things, his body invaded for the first time in so very long…but he loved it. He heard Kieran remark: “I don’t think that I need a condom. I don’t get diseases because of my magic - and you’re a vampire who hasn’t been with anybody in forever. I think we’re safe.”
Donnell blinked, trying to take in what he was saying. Kieran chuckled and lifted him, letting the vampire settle in his lap. He kissed Donnell’s forehead. “You want to do the honors, sweet thing?”
It took him a moment understand, then Donnell lifted himself up a bit and reached back to find Kieran’s hard cock. It was already slick and ready for him. His sighed as he began to settle back, positioning himself so that he could push back and let it breech his body. Kieran groaned against his neck as he gritted his teeth against the now unfamiliar pressure and slight burning. But he pushed backward determinedly, wanting it. His head tilted back, and he moaned at the ceiling. Wriggling, he slid Kieran inside of him fully.
“Yeah,” the mage husked. “Ah, God, that feels good.”
Donnell thought so too. After a moment’s rest, he began to move at his own pace. He lifted and lowered himself steadily in Kieran’s lap, and the mage’s hands held him and aided him in his efforts. He realized that he was making little noises, mewling and gasping sounds. Kieran’s mouth was sucking and biting at his skin, and Donnell was swiftly losing himself again. And then…he realized dizzyingly that he could smell Kieran’s blood! He couldn’t stop his fangs from descending, and he tried desperately to speak and warn Kieran that he couldn’t control himself.
But it was too late. He lunged forward and sank his fangs into Kieran’s shoulder, the mage crying out under him. He sucked and rode, lapping at the wound like a kitten as he wriggled his hips. Between the magic infused blood and the pleasure of having Kieran inside of him, it was too much for Donnell. He threw his head back and screamed as he came, painting Kieran’s chest and belly red with his semen as he shuddered.
He slumped forward over the mage’s body, spent and exhausted. Not even the magic in the blood he’d taken in energized him. It merely thrummed in his veins as he listened to Kieran’s thundering heartbeat. He could feel the human still making small movements up into him, and somehow he found the energy to tighten his internal muscles around the cock buried in him. Kieran made a low sound and stiffened, and the vampire felt a wash of warmth inside of his body. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, laying his cheek against Kieran’s shoulder near the wound.
“For what?” he heard the human ask under him.
“For biting you. I couldn’t stop myself…”
“You’re a vampire. That’s not a huge surprise,” Kieran remarked in amusement. “Besides, it only hurt a little. And it was really hot,” he went on, his arms closing around Donnell’s body.
He looked up into the mismatched eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Sure as I can be,” Kieran told him, kissing the tip of his nose. “I told you you could feed off me whenever you want. During sex seems like as good a time as any,” he added with twinkling eyes.
Donnell relaxed against him. “Thank you, Kieran,” he husked.
The mage stroked his curls with one hand. “Merry Christmas, Donnell,” he replied. And for the vampire, it was the first time that those words had ever applied to him in all of his long ’life’.
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