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not the time for self-pity and regrets. “But you’re right. If I just keep

telling myself I can’t do anything, I’ll always be useless.”

Jace arched a brow at him, and Paris winced, realizing that he’d

just done it again. He simply couldn’t get over the feeling of

helplessness and the knowledge of his own flaws.

“Maybe we should get a feel of the place for a bit,” Jace

suggested. “It wouldn’t hurt to get to know our hosts.”

“Don’t you think we’ve annoyed them enough for one day?” And

by
we
, Paris was actually referring to himself, since it had been his

idea to come here in the first place.

Jace rubbed their noses together in a gentle Eskimo kiss. “If they

didn’t want us here, they’d have said so. Besides, I suspect that all the

guests here have permission to go in certain areas of the coven.”

Paris supposed that made sense, but he still felt a bit anxious. He

didn’t want to offend the vampire elder more than he had.

“I just don’t get it. I thought your parents said they’d talk to

Yamamoto-sama.”

Before Paris and Jace had left, the Wades hadn’t been able to

reach the vampire elder. They had, however, contacted an assistant,

who’d assured them it was safe to come.

Jace hummed thoughtfully. “It’s probably hard to be organized

when so much stuff is happening. The guy my father talked to might

have forgotten.”

Somehow, Paris found that hard to believe. “I don’t know…It’s

just peculiar.”

“Tell you what. Let’s unpack, and then we’ll ask the servant if we

can look around and maybe talk to the elder later,” Jace suggested.

“One question can’t hurt. Besides, I really do want to explain that we

didn’t just come here without consulting my father.”

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Paris liked that option more. They could just wait here until the

vampire elder decided to call upon them. They weren’t children, and

hiding in their room was out of the question. Besides, they needed to

clarify the situation, because as it was, Paris didn’t think he had any

credibility in Kaname’s eyes.

“You’re right,” he told his mate with a smile. “We have to begin

this little adventure with something.”

“That’s the spirit.” Jace kissed his forehead with a tenderness that

made Paris’s heart ache. “Now come on. We need to get out of these

clothes. I feel filthy after that trip.”

From a purely practical perspective, Paris knew his lover was

correct. The plane ride had been close to hellish. As wolves, they

hated being confined, and the flight had essentially put them in the

position of hours spent among hundreds of other passengers, in a

limited space, with all sort of smells around them, and unable to move

around a lot. At the same time, though, Jace’s words conjured a

different image, of something else they could do after “getting out of

these clothes,” as Jace had so eloquently put it. He tried to suppress

his arousal before Jace could feel it, but of course, failed abysmally.

Jace gave him a heated look and licked his lips. “Maybe we

should take a shower together,” he murmured. “You know, to save the

water. We wouldn’t want our hosts to be upset about us hogging the

facilities.”

Paris muttered an affirmative reply that didn’t quite register in his

own mind. Jace smirked at him and started to disrobe. He took it

slow, as if putting on a show for Paris, first toeing off his shoes, then

undoing his shirt, one button at a time, with excruciating focus. In

fact, Paris didn’t doubt that Jace was indeed stripping for Paris’s

benefit. It certainly worked and had quite an effect on Paris. His

mouth watered as he watched his mate reveal all that delicious flesh.

He was so focused on keeping a close eye on his mate that he

forgot about getting rid of his own clothes. When Jace dumped his

pants, revealing an already hard-as-nails erection, Paris actually

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whimpered. He knew from proven experience just how good his mate

tasted and how addictive it felt to have Jace’s cock inside him. There

was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to be in Jace’s arms,

but he couldn’t move a muscle to take what he yearned for. He was

simply hypnotized by Jace’s sheer animal magnetism.

Thankfully, Jace took the lead and invaded Paris’s personal space.

He pressed his mouth to Paris’s in a devastating kiss, and just like

that, Paris broke out of his trance, losing himself to the passion that

burned white hot between him and Jace. Their tongues dueled in a

battle that Paris willingly surrendered. Paris was so focused on the

kiss that he didn’t realize his mate was taking off his shirt until Jace’s

hot hands caressed his skin. He practically jumped, making his mate

break the kiss and chuckle.

“I love it how you’re still so shy,” the other wolf said.

Paris frowned at him. “Don’t laugh at me. I was just startled.”

Jace brushed sweet kisses all over Paris’s face, making Paris’s

incipient frustration melt. “And I do enjoy startling you,” Jace

murmured.

That was quite true, and even if Paris pretended to be pissed, he

actually enjoyed Jace’s attentions. And God, did Jace know it. Even

now, he took advantage of Paris’s distraction to lift him in his arms.

He draped Paris over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and crossed

the distance between them and the bed. Before Paris even realized

what was going on, his mate dumped him on the soft mattress.

Paris blinked up at Jace in a mix of anticipation and lust. Courtesy

of their bond, he could tell exactly what Jace had planned, and he

yearned for it. Fortunately, Jace didn’t leave him hanging for long. He

joined Paris on the bed and practically pounced on him. His hands

avidly worked at Paris’s clothing. While Paris would have loved to

help, he found that his trembling fingers prevented Jace’s progress

rather than aiding it, so he just stopped. To his glee, Jace didn’t need

his assistance. The time for playing games was gone, and Jace

stripped Paris with swift efficiency. He pulled off Paris’s boots and

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rolled off his socks, kissing Paris’s toes as he did so. Next went the

shirt, and Paris managed to help a little there, slipping his arms out of

the sleeves. As it landed on the floor next to the boots, Jace

progressed to Paris’s pants. Paris couldn’t help but sigh in relief as his

mate pulled his bottoms off, underwear included, thus releasing

Paris’s cock from its confines.

Jace smirked at him and licked his lips. “Look at you. Already so

hard for me.”

Paris might have urged his mate into less talking and more

fucking, but then, Jace swept his tongue over Paris’ prick, and Paris’s

thoughts dissolved into a blur of incoherent ideas. He just knew he

had to get his cock in the heat of Jace’s mouth, and preferably Jace’s

dick in his ass. He had no idea how he’d accomplish that, but right

then and there, logical impossibilities didn’t really register.

And then Jace took Paris’s cock in his mouth, and Paris’s mind

completely scattered. His mate was impossibly good at that. He took

Paris’s prick deep and did a strange corkscrew motion with his tongue

that seemed to be designed to break through every bit of Paris’s

control. Given the circumstances, it was no wonder that Paris lasted

an embarrassingly brief time. When Jace finally swallowed around

the head of Paris’s dick, Paris cried out and found his peak, filling his

mate’s mouth with his seed.

The orgasm almost made him black out, the pleasure Jace’s

skilled mouth had given him short-circuiting his brain. When he

began to recover, he looked up at his mate’s beautiful face. The

exhaustion of the day and the draining beauty of the orgasm left Paris

lax and dazed on the bed, but he remained aware that Jace hadn’t

come. “We never did take that shower,” he whispered.

Jace laughed. “It’s never too late.”

He took Paris in his arms and carried him to the bathroom that

was, unsurprisingly, as lavish as the rest of the quarters. There was a

huge shower cabin, but also a Jacuzzi that could have easily fitted five

people. Jace ran the water in the tub, holding Paris tightly to his chest

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as he waited for the Jacuzzi to fill. Once he seemed satisfied, he

placed Paris inside.

As the hot water surrounded Paris in its liquid embrace, Paris’s

body relaxed even more. His mate slipped inside next to him, and

through their bond, Paris sensed Jace’s arousal still present. The heat

bubbling within Jace awoke Paris’s wolf once more, and he crawled

next to Jace, his anus aching with the need to be filled.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,”
Jace said through their bond.
“I’m

fine.”

By now, Paris had gotten used to Jace’s extreme protectiveness

and wasn’t fazed by the protest. He pressed his mouth to Jace’s in a

languorous kiss.
“I want you inside me,”
Paris replied, climbing in

Jace’s lap.
“Don’t ever try to keep me from yourself. You’re what I

need.”

He felt the moment Jace’s resistance crumbled. Jace’s tongue

thrust in his mouth, taking possession of everything Paris was and had

ever been. The other wolf’s arousal nudged against Paris’s crease,

demanding attention. Paris gladly gave it, rubbing his ass against

Jace’s hard cock. Jace groaned in their kiss, a savage and at the same

time needy sound that echoed the desire within Paris.

Their bond overflowed with passion, and Paris wished he’d

remembered to unpack the lube. But as he looked around, he spotted

waterproof lubricant on the edge of the Jacuzzi. He was too pleased at

the discovery to feel embarrassed. These vampires really did think of

everything.

Jace snatched the bottle and opened it without even breaking the

kiss between them. There was some fumbling due to their reluctance

to be even one moment apart, but Jace seemed very skilled at

multitasking. Somehow, he managed to pour a generous amount of

fluid on his fingers. He reached behind Paris, teasing Paris’s hole with

two long fingers. Paris leaned into the caress, moaning as the digits

entered him. Even if he’d just come, the fire and the need burned

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through him once again. He moaned when his mate mercilessly

rubbed his prostate.

Enflamed by anticipation, Paris clutched Jace’s shoulders and

buried his fingernails in his mate’s flesh. “Please. Oh, God, please.

Fuck me, Jace.”

His cries echoed against the tiles of the bathroom walls as Jace

stretched him, preparing him for invasion. Paris was tired of

preparation and foreplay. He wanted to feel Jace’s cock pounding

deep within him, filling him up like only Jace could.

Fortunately, their new connection had more than one advantage.

Paris’s need fueled Jace’s, and the other werewolf at last removed his

fingers from Paris’s body. He used more lubricant to slick up his

cock. Paris honestly wished he could see what Jace was doing, but

even if the angle hadn’t been all wrong, he’d have probably been too

focused on Jace’s deep gaze to break eye contact. They were both

falling into a chasm of pleasure together, just like they had fallen in

love, and Paris never wanted to get out.

The blunt head of Jace’s erection nudged against Paris’s hole. In

one smooth thrust, Jace pushed in. Paris’s world disintegrated as the

heat of his mate’s erection scorched him from the inside out. He could

only hang on for the ride as Jace pounded him hard and fast.

God, it was good. It was exactly what he needed, in this foreign

land, among these foreign people who knew so little about him and

probably cared even less. Every hard shove sent sparks of sensual

energy all throughout him, and his entire body sizzled under Jace’s

wicked assault.

On and on it went, the two of them moving faster and faster in a

rhythm both addictive and familiar. Water sloshed around them,

cascading on the floor, caressing Paris’s oversensitized skin. His cock

rubbed against Jace’s naked stomach, the friction both maddening and

unsatisfying. Little explosions of pleasure burst through Paris,