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  “Fuck me, fuck me,” he chanted desperately as Zeke positioned himself between his thighs.

  “Mine,” Zeke declared in a gravelly voice right before he thrust into home.

  The vampire’s cock was still slick from the oil so he slid in easily, going so deep that Ethan closed his eyes in bliss. Zeke’s thickness filled him, made him feel complete and he’d never felt so connected to anyone in his life. The vampire must have experienced the same emotions because he paused long enough to gaze tenderly down at Ethan.

  “I’ve waited all my life for this,” Zeke declared before he started to fuck Ethan in short, hard, fast thrusts.

  Ethan clawed at Zeke’s back, the vampire instinct to claim his mate overwhelming him. Eyeing up the strong expanse of the neck above him, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Letting out a feral snarl, he struck hard, his fangs sinking in deep into Zeke’s flesh.

  Zeke cried out in passion, right before he returned the bite. Ethan gasped, pleasure shooting through his body as he felt the sharp sting. All the while, Zeke continued to thrust his cock in and out so they were connected in more ways than one.

  They came together in a blinding orgasm. Every cell in Ethan’s body felt consumed. He could feel Zeke’s semen shooting inside his ass, even as he swallowed the vampire’s blood. It wasn’t until they were both completely spent that Ethan pulled his fangs out and licked the wounds closed. He shivered as he felt the warm path of Zeke’s tongue over his own bite mark.

  “You’re mine forever now,” the vampire declared with a satisfied sigh.

  “And you’re mine.” Ethan kissed his cheek.

  They were just pulling away when the alarm went off on Zeke’s cell phone alerting him to a text message. He grimaced as he reached over to grab it. As he read it, he started to scowl even more. “Eric wants us in the war room in an hour.”

  “Why?” Ethan asked sharply, wondering if he was in trouble for the fight he’d had with Dominic.

  “I don’t know, but it must be about more than you and me or else he would just call us into his office.”

  Ethan still didn’t feel calm even an hour later as they walked into the war room. He was surprised to see his brother and his mates there, along with Brenden’s Drone soldier team. Then he spotted the guys from his coven and he got even more confused. Rafe sprang to his feet and ran over to Ethan, pulling him into a tight embrace.

  “You just had to start with that hugging crap again,” Ethan bitched, but he hugged his brother back just as hard. “I’m sorry,” he whispered so only Rafe heard.

  “Me, too,” Rafe whispered back.

  Eric was at the front of the room, but he waited, giving the brothers the time they needed. It wasn’t until they had finally taken their seats next to each other that he began. “Ethan,” he said, with an exaggerated smile. “I heard you had a little fun last night. How are you feeling today?”

  Ethan shifted, aware that everyone was staring at him. “I’m fine. One hundred percent.”

  “Good to know because you start today.”

  “Start what?” Ethan wondered if he’d missed a memo or something.

  “Dominic told me you’re getting your magic back.”

  Eric’s face was emotionless, giving no clue as to whether that news pissed him off or not. “Yeah, it’s starting to come back a little bit at a time,” Ethan admitted, knowing it would be no use to lie about it. He only hoped it didn’t get him kicked out of the clan.

  “Perfect,” Eric shocked him by saying. “I want you to take the warlocks that are here and lead a team. While we have our alliance with Olivia, I don’t trust her and I want to make sure our asses are covered.”

  “You want me to lead the team?” Ethan echoed, knowing he was probably coming off as a dunce, but unable to stop himself. This was the last thing he expected.

  “Yes, because you, I do trust. I know that if I put you in charge, you’ll make sure things get done right.” Eric finally smiled.

  Ethan couldn’t help but return it. “Yes, sir. I would be honored.”

  “Good, because our days of sitting back and waiting for the Nine to come get us are over. I want to prepare the clan so we can finally fight these bastards and give them a taste of their own pain. Can you do that?”

  Ethan looked over at Zeke and let the love he saw in the male’s eyes wash over him. “Yes, now that I have the support I need, I can do anything.” It was true, too. Let the Nine come because for the first time in his life Ethan didn’t fear them because he knew he no longer had to face them alone. He had his brother, his clan and most of all—he had Zeke.

  About the Author

  Stephani Hecht is a happily married mother of two. You can usually find her snuggled up to her laptop, creating her next book.