Page 39 of The Cruelest Undead
When Jacques staggered, Flynn caught him.
“My love,” he said, softly, placing his hand over his wound on his neck and healing it. He sent nothing but love and tenderness into that wound.
Jacques stared into his eyes and then found his mouth with his, giving him a reason to stay out.
Oh, and he did.
Flynn’s heart hurt, but he knew he couldn’t hide forever. Oh, he was well aware that they were trying to lure him out to talk, and he would need them to get through this.
What he needed was them. They were the key to his heart healing.
In that moment, Flynn put his faith in them so that he could find his way back to peace. So that he could find his way back to them.
Flynn fell into the mating of mouths, and his brain went on autopilot.
From within, he could hear Rinnon.
Let me out so I can bite him again! I want blood! I need blood!
Flynn had news for him.
If you think I bought that piss poor display, you’re out of your mind.
It worked, didn’t it? I deserve an acting award. I’ll add that to my resume.
Flynn ignored him.
I need my mates.
Rinnon understood that. Everything was better when he was with the people he loved. His only regret was that he couldn’t be with Flynn in a different body. He’d love to be with him and not part of him for one moment.
Beside them, Jolie watched them make out, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t get her all hot and bothered. It was a sight to see.
How could it not be?
The men in her life always got her worked up, and these two kissing was hot.
Or was that three?
Oh, well, she didn’t care about that.
They.
Were.
Delicious.
As they continued to make out, she snapped her fingers, and everyone in the room was naked.
That got the party started.
There was nothing hotter then Flynn and Jacques naked and pressed together.
What about me, Little One?
And you, Rinnon.
That appeased the demon God.
