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writhing, begging, and pleading with Anson to get on with it. With the

intoxicating honey of Reed’s arousal flooding their bond, Anson

could do very little to keep hold of his control.

He lifted his head and pinned Reed to the bed, giving the swan a

hot look. “Don’t worry, baby,” he told Reed. “I know what you need.”

Reed blinked at him, looking like he wanted to say something, but

was having trouble figuring out the words. Anson didn’t give his mate

the opportunity to break out of that trance. Instead, he went for the

gold and took Reed’s cock in his mouth in one fell swoop.

The taste of pre-cum already leaking from the slit made Anson

close his eyes and moan in ecstasy. He bobbed his head up and down

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Reed’s shaft, seeking more, demanding his mate’s essence. In a

strange way, he felt each and every one of his motions as it sizzled

through Reed, causing shocks of pleasure to go through the swan. It

only fueled the fire of his passion, and he increased the rhythm, taking

his mate’s prick deep and, at last, swallowing around the head.

In the circumstances, it didn’t surprise Anson in the slightest when

Reed screamed and found his peak. Even so, the flavor of his mate’s

ejaculate was so heady and the flow of Reed’s desire so high that

Anson couldn’t hold back, either. Without even touching himself, he

came, spouting his seed all over the bed covers.

Even if dazed by the intensity of his orgasm, Anson still licked his

mate’s prick clean. He allowed himself the luxury to lave Reed’s balls

with his tongue and mouth the wrinkled sac. It was like a drug that he

couldn’t get enough of, and in spite of his mind-numbing climax,

Anson remained as hard as a rock.

Reed didn’t disappoint in that department, either. The swan

clenched his fists in the sheets, apparently in an effort not to force

Anson’s mouth back to Reed’s still very present erection. “Sonny…If

you don’t fuck me now, I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

Anson had to agree with that assessment of the situation. He lifted

his head and licked his lips, looking up at his mate. “Your wish is my

command.”

Naturally, he couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss. As he pressed

their lips together, Reed parted his legs even wider, bending himself

in half and granting access to his most intimate spot. Without

breaking their mouths apart, Anson reached down to rub Reed’s

opening. The swan moaned into the kiss, and Anson could feel Reed’s

need to be invaded echoing his own desire to mark and possess Reed.

Still, he needed something to smooth the way in. He forced

himself to release Reed from their lip-lock, fully intending to return to

his mate’s luscious mouth as soon as possible. Hastily, he reached for

the nightstand, but then he remembered they hadn’t unpacked and the

lube was still somewhere in their luggage. Rummaging through their

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bags was the last thing he had on his mind right now. Cursing to

himself, Anson opened one of the drawers, hoping that perhaps

Kaname’s hospitality had extended to something like that, as well.

Bingo.
A bottle of clear massage oil sat inside the nightstand, as if

waiting for them. There was also a tube of traditional lube, as if the

vampires had wanted to give them a choice. Next to them, Anson saw

a box, which he presumed must contain toys. Anson was all for new

experiences, so he grabbed the oil and once more focused on his mate.

He would analyze the contents of the box later. Now, he was too

eager to be inside Reed to prolong this sensual torture.

“New experiences, huh?” Reed inquired, panting. “I hope that

doesn’t extend to testing this oil on some of the vampires out there.”

Anson laughed as he opened the bottle. “You know better, baby.”

He poured a generous quantity of the liquid on his fingers,

surprised at the strange scent that came from it. He couldn’t say it was

sweet or flowery, but neither did it remind him of any woodsy or

spicy aroma, either. And the most interesting thing was that his

fingers tingled upon making contact with the oil. Oh, this would be

interesting.

Grinning, he slid one slick finger inside his mate’s clenching hole,

experimentally massaging the walls of Reed’s channel. Reed hissed,

his cock leaking copious amounts of translucent fluid. “What the hell

is that thing?” he asked.

“I don’t have a clue,” Anson replied, “but it’s certainly a lot of

fun.”

He added a second finger and crooked them inside his mate,

seeking for Reed’s special spot. When Anson found the spongy gland,

Reed’s eyes widened. The swan released a half-choked, honking

sound, and Anson couldn’t contain a growl of his own. He finger-

fucked his mate, thrusting his digits in and out of Reed’s clenching

passage and mercilessly massaging Reed’s prostate. The strange oil

added a new layer to the sensation, heating up inside Reed, and

Anson’s anticipation increased to almost unbearable levels. He knew

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he should probably take more time to prepare his mate, but his wolf

already threatened to burst out, needing the union with Reed.

Anson removed his fingers from Reed’s passage and used more of

the oil. This time, he slicked up his cock, groaning when the peculiar

liquid hit his sensitive cock. Reed lifted his legs even higher, his eyes

glazed with a lust that Anson shared in full. “In me,” Reed begged.

“Please, Sonny.”

How could Anson refuse? He supported his mate’s legs on his

shoulders and positioned his cock at Reed’s hole. In one smooth

thrust, he slid home. The tight heat that surrounded him almost had

him come on the spot. He stilled, knowing that even the slightest

friction would cause him to climax ahead of time. Reed clutched his

hands into Anson’s shoulders. Beads of sweat shone on his forehead.

The swan seemed to be battling his own need, the one to push back

against Anson, to take Anson even deeper, to fuck himself on Anson’s

prick.

Those thoughts echoed so clearly inside Anson’s head that the last

walls keeping Anson’s passion in check cracked and collapsed. He

pulled out of his mate and thrust back inside, aiming for his mate’s

prostate.

Reed screamed so loud Anson thought the chandelier might come

down and shatter. But then, Reed had always been a vocal lover, and

Anson loved that about him. As Anson continued to thrust in and out

of Reed’s passage, Reed’s cries dissolved into incoherent pleas, most

commonly mentioning Anson’s name. “Yes…God, Sonny, there! Oh,

Sonny! Yes…Just…There!”

For his part, Anson might have said anything from “So tight” to “I

love you.” As different as they were, both statements held the truth

shining in Anson’s mind, soul, and body, the lust, passion, and

overwhelming desire Anson had only ever experienced for Reed.

The swan moved with him, and they fell into a perfect rhythm,

chasing their orgasms, seeking their pleasure in each other’s bodies. It

was so good, too good almost, and in no time, Anson was on the brink

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of climax once again. He could sense his mate’s impending orgasm,

and at last, he released the wolf within him. He buried his canines in

Reed’s neck, his beast howling in triumph as his mate’s sweet blood

filled his mouth.

Anson’s world exploded into sheer nirvana. There was no up or

down, no right or left, no notion of space or time. There was only

Reed, Reed’s thoughts and emotions entwined with Anson’s. He and

Reed came nearly at the same time, and Reed’s climax struck Anson

with such intensity that he forgot to breathe. He experienced

everything through two bodies that had become one. A whirlpool of

feelings and sensations invaded their bond, from the pure carnal

pleasure of the union, to the simple, but beautiful “I love you” that

was always on Anson’s lips whenever he saw Reed.

He remembered to release his hold on Reed’s neck so that he

wouldn’t hurt the swan, but that didn’t make the pleasure disappear.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, but when he at last became

conscious of reality again, he once more realized just how lucky he’d

been to find Reed. Having Reed in his arms, making love to the swan,

touching and caressing him, was the closest thing to heaven that

anyone in this world could ever have.

Slipping out of Reed’s body, Anson collapsed at Reed’s side,

exhausted, but content. Reed cuddled close to him, his entire being

emanating satisfaction. They didn’t speak, but it wasn’t necessary.

Their minds were in complete synch, and they could both see into

each other’s hearts.

They must have dozed off for a while because Anson came to

when a knock sounded at the door. Reed blinked dazedly at him.

“What’s going on, Sonny?” he asked.

“I’ll go see.” He reluctantly released his mate from his embrace

and left the bed. “Be right back.”

He pulled on a robe, grimacing lightly when he realized the

evidence of their spent passion had dried on his skin. Sadly, he didn’t

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have time to deal with that now. Anson shrugged to himself. The

vampires had probably seen much worse in their long lives.

With that in mind, Anson opened the door and found Hiro outside.

“Yes? What is it?”

“The master wants to see you, Wright-san,” Hiro told him.

“Now?” Anson asked. Hiro just gave him a quiet look, as if

meaning to say
“Duh. Of course now.”
Anson released a sigh and

nodded. “Just one moment. We’ll be right there.”

“I am to lead you to him,” Hiro added. “I wait for you here.”

Under normal circumstances, Anson would have felt a little pissed

at being babysat, or watched, or whatever the hell this was. However,

this strange summons had made him curious, and Anson was, after

all, a guest in Kaname’s coven, so he decided to comply.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable in leaving the servant outside,

but he didn’t have other options. He shut the door and turned toward

his mate. “Looks like we’re going to have to wait a bit until we can

test those toys.”

Reed smirked at him. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me

somehow.”

They cleaned up and dressed as quickly as possible, somewhat

deterred by their own need for each other. From time to time, they

stopped to share the occasional kiss, and the preparations took longer

than expected. Finally, though, they were ready, and they left the

room, only to find Hiro waiting outside.

The man didn’t look impatient or upset in the slightest. “Come

with me, please.”

As before, Anson and Reed followed Hiro. This time, however,

the servant didn’t take them to the large orgy room. Instead, they were

led to a different area, one that was far more quiet and sedate than the

one they’d first seen. They stopped in front of a wooden door, and by

the time Hiro let them inside, Anson had already figured out the

reason of the summons.

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The room turned out to be an office decorated in a distinctive

Japanese style. A display presenting a samurai armor stood in one

corner, while a katana sat on the mantelpiece. There was also a

folding screen beautifully painted with traditional Japanese figures,

birds, and flowers.

Of course, now was not the time to admire the artistic display.

Kaname sat quietly at a gorgeous desk, obviously waiting for Anson

and Reed. Most importantly, in front of the vampire stood Paris and

Jace, both of them looking uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?” Anson asked Paris. “You were

supposed to stay with the pack.”

“I had to come,” Paris replied. “It’s my fault Reed got hurt. I have

to do something about this.”

“It’s too risky, Paris,” Anson told the younger werewolf. “And

don’t ever blame yourself for what happened. The only ones guilty of

anything are Aria and Tyrell.”

“Dad, please,” Paris begged. “There has to be something I can

help with. I’m not useless. Just give me a chance.”

Kaname cleared his throat, interrupting the exchange. “While this

is quite touching,” the vampire said, “these two young men arrived