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“Ivan?”

“He’s going to spend the night in one of the cabins with the  omegas.”

Vlad nodded, satisfied with the answer. “That is good. What will  your pack leader want ask us about?”

“I still have a lot of explaining to do about what happened, and  now that you’re part of the pack, you’ll need to swear loyalty to him  and tell him if you know of any other vampire relatives who might  come looking for you.”

Vlad hadn’t thought about all that, but he guessed it made sense.  A leader was expected to want to see to the safety of his followers,  after all.

“I don’t think anyone will come for us. Boris is dead, and his  family is in Russia. They might think I’m dead, too.”

He wasn’t even able to check and see if the rest of his family had  survived the attack, or Dominic, his loyal guard, and Stelig, his notloyal guard. Likely his mother had survived. Her wounds were not as  great as Boris’s. Which got him to thinking…

“Boris
 
is
 
dead, right?”

Andrew nodded. “Definitely. I’m so sorry he hurt you, baby, so  sorry. He didn’t…”

Vlad knew what Andrew was trying to ask. “No,” he said. “No, he  didn’t.”

Andrew sighed. “Thank God. I’m so glad you’re all right.”

Before Vlad could tell him that he put no blame onto him, Andrew kissed him. The softest, sweetest kiss Vlad had ever experienced. The buildup of emotions was too much for him. He pushed Andrew into the wall, pressed himself closer to his mate, and kissed back with everything he had.

Andrew made a sound of approval at Vlad’s assertiveness, and he made a mental nose to take a little more charge more often, but right now he just wanted Andrew’s cock inside of him. Vlad’s dick filled

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and throbbed with the anticipation of it. He needed the other man like

he needed air, water, and blood to survive.

Now Vlad understood why exactly Andrew had requested only twelve hours. That was just enough time to fuck, sleep, shower, and maybe have sex again before they were forced to go to their meeting with the pack leader.

When they both pulled back for air, Vlad kept his hands in  Andrew’s hair and on his neck. The way he understood it, if a werewolf allowed you to touch his neck, it was a sign of deep trust.

“How did you know what I was doing?” he asked. “That I didn’t really want to leave with Boris?”

“I always knew you didn’t want to be with him. It was the way you spoke about your family honor that nearly had me thinking you were serious,” Andrew said. His eyes flickered from Vlad’s lips and eyes, as though he were struggling with lust and shame. Lust for Vlad and shame that he’d nearly believed Vlad’s farce.

Andrew shook his head. “If you hadn’t turned back to look the same time I did―”

“Thank you for coming back for me,” Vlad said.

Andrew’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to thank me for that. Of  course I would’ve come back for you. The second I realized what you  were doing, I booked it back here, got my pack, and they helped me  get you out. Even if they didn’t want to come, I would’ve come back  for you.”

Vlad pulled him close for another kiss. The bed was so large and  took up so much of the space in the bedroom that it was easy to fall  onto it.

Andrew was still naked, and Vlad only wore his nightclothes from earlier. They were still very wet, and ruined, so their only struggle was peeling the garments from Vlad’s skin, exposing him to Andrew.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Andrew said, shimmying down until he was back on his feet off the bed, and he knelt down and

kissed Vlad’s stomach, his hands massaging Vlad’s thighs, spreading

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them apart.

“Please fuck me,” Vlad begged. “I need you right now,”

“I can tell,” Andrew took Vlad’s cock in his hand and kissed the

tip.

Vlad moaned, expecting Andrew to put his prick between those lovely lips of his, but he didn’t. Instead, Andrew pulled Vlad’s knees higher.

“Hold these.”

Vlad did as he was told, but was still confused. “Why?”

“Wait and see.”

Vlad held his knees, which kept his legs up, but he wasn’t too keen on the position. He felt embarrassed and completely out in the

open.

Then Andrew’s mouth touched down on his pucker, and all of  Vlad’s senses suddenly sharpened.

Andrew kissed him, his tongue playing against Vlad’s asshole,  tickling, pushing against the ring of muscle, and that alone was  enough to make Vlad moan wantonly. He gripped his knees tighter,  pulling his legs higher, allowing Andrew better access to his task.

“Ah, yes! Fuck me just like that Andrew. Do not stop. Do not  stop.”

Vlad shifted on the bed, trying to hump into that wicked tongue,  but Andrew seemed to know what he was doing better than Vlad did,  and when his shifting body became too much for Andrew to work  with, he grabbed hold of Vlad’s hips and forced him to be still.

Then that tongue pushed past his muscle and was inside of him.  Vlad cried out in the most unbelievable pleasure he’d ever  experienced. He came just from that alone, shooting onto his stomach,  and some of his cum even reaching his chest.

Vlad panted as heavily as he did when he’d tried to run and keep  up with Andrew.

Andrew climbed up the bed and snuggled against Vlad’s side.  He’d pulled a tissue box from somewhere Vlad hadn’t noticed and

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handed it to him.

Vlad smirked at the offer and took several of the sheets, removing his fluids from himself and tossing the tissues away.

“I could do that more often,” Vlad said, and then he looked

pointedly at Andrew.

Andrew smiled. “Practice on me as much as you want, but before  we do that,” Andrew took Vlad’s hand into his own and put it down  on the erection between Andrew’s legs.

It was heavy and thick, pulsing with desperate need. Vlad’s cock  already started to fill in response, despite being so recently satisfied.

Vlad got to his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder,  grinning in anticipation. “Hurry and take what is yours, wolf. I am  already impatient for you again.”

Andrew pulled a lube bottle from somewhere and slathered much  of it on his fingers and on Vlad's hole. Because of the way Vlad had  been so wonderfully satisfied, his body accepted Andrew’s fingers,  and then his cock, with little struggle, and soon the only thing either  had to worry about was making sure that the neighbors didn’t hear  them as they voiced their pleasure to each other or made the bed creak  beneath them.

They were not fucking now. They were drawing out their pleasure with each other, taking their time to make certain it was as good as it could be.

They were making love.

Vlad was never happier to not be a prince in the whole of his life.

He was home.

THE END

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