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Third Person's POV Azrael laid there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face as Blake traces his fingers along his skin. Blake runs his fingers down the side of his face, over his jaw, then down his neck. He pushes his finger lower, tugging the collar of his shirt down slightly and exposing his collarbone. His eyes rake across his neck and throat and that's when he realized something. "Hey love?" "Hmmm?" Azrael hummed in response and a smile spreads across Blake's face at how cute he is! "My love, you haven't had any blood since we've been down here." Blake said and Azrael finally opened his eyes to look at him. He could see Azrael was thinking about it for a moment before he finally responded. "You're right, I don't know why, but I haven't been hungry until you've mentioned it.... Do you think they would bring me a blood bag?" Azrael asked as he sat up and looked toward the guard station then licked his lips. He hasn't thought about blood since he's been down here. No he
Third Person's POV Thaddeus, once again came running to their cell with the guard who called him, and he quickly opened the gate to see what was wrong with Silas. He reaches for Ian again and finally barely manages to speak. "I, Silas Black, accept you, Ian Mitchell as my mate!" Ian's eyes squeezed closed as tight as he could as he braced for the pain to wreck his body. He heard Silas speak and his body tensed. After a few moments, he didn't feel anything. He slowly opened his eyes to see Silas on his knees, holding onto the bars while trying to catch his breath. Silas looked at him as he pulled himself off the ground. Ian was confused, he looked at his hands then looked at Silas. "Did you say it right? I don't feel anything." "I think I did, come here, let me see." Silas said as he pointed toward the open gate. Confused, Ian walked into the cell. "If it's gone, you won't feel anything anymore when you touch me right?" Silas said, wiping the tears from his face. Ian shoo
Third Person's POV As soon as Ian was back in his room he dropped backwards onto his bed as he let out a breath. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe his mate kissed him and actually wants to be with him now. He's willing to give everything up for him, and that's a problem for Ian. He didn't realize what being with him meant for Silas.He didn't realize he would have to give up seeing his people again. Ian feels guilty, he now knows why Silas fought so hard against the bond, against him. And now he's not sure he can let his mate give everything up for him. Ian's not certain exactly how long he laid there in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about everything. Everything Silas will give up for him. Everything he could have with Silas if he did give it all up. But everything Ian would lose if Silas gave him up instead. He sat up and pushed himself off the bed to make his way back down to the cells, now that he has everything sorted out, his decision has be
Third Person's POV Silas holds his lips against Ian's for a moment longer before pulling back.Ian's eyes slowly open and look into his. Silas smiles at him once more before looking towards the angel. "Go ahead." Silas says, swallowing the lump in his throat as the angel reaches out for him again. Lucian kneels down then presses his fingers against the center of his forehead. His wings and eyes begin to glow again as he starts to shift through Silas's memories. His head tilts side to side every so often as he sees image after image, going back quite far before jumping forward again to when he became a guardian of the elders. He slows down at certain scenes, taking in everything that he sees and everything he feels, that Silas felt. Like when he suspected the elders of trying to hurt Azrael, to his sexcapades with the elders and the underlying reason behind them. Then going forward to the current time, to when he was sent to take Julian's child. Seeing the moment he discovered he
Third Person's POV Reid was shocked to hear Lucian say these two vampires were going to be his son's guardians. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Even though Lucian gave them the all clear, he still doesn't quite trust them yet, and highly doubts he'll let them near his son anytime soon. Ian turned to look at Reid excited. "Does this, does this mean I can take him out of here?" Silas's heart swells hearing the excitement in Ian's voice. Hearing how Ian's excited to take him out of here, wherever it is he's wanting to go. Reid looked at Ian then glanced back at Azrael and Blake to see Blake looking at him with the same eagerness. Blake stood there, holding Azrael's hand as he looked at Reid and waited for his response. He was excited at the thought to be able to take his mate out of here. 'To be able to show him the pack house, my room, my bed, the shower... My bed, my bed with Azrael on it. NO, my bed with Azrael naked on it!' "You should really stop thinking those though
Third Person's POV "Well you see, that liquid comes from male submissives. With shifters, you have dominant males and you have submissive males. A dominant male can't get pregnant nor produce slick. Submissive males can get pregnant and produce slick. Just as a female would produce moisture down there when aroused, submissive males do as well. Although in men we call it slick..... That wetness you felt back there..... That was slick, and that means you're a submissive male." Blake said then Azrael began to laugh. He leaned back laughing then looked at Blake again to see he wasn't laughing. This caused Azrael to stop laughing. "Wait, you're serious about this aren't you? You really think I'm a submissive? "Honey I don't think it, I know you are! I smelled your slick, and it was mouth watering! It was the sweetest and most delicious scent I'd ever smelled in my entire life. It took everything I had not to rip your clothes off and spread your legs so I could dive my face in that ass
Third Person's POVThe whole evening was awkward for both Silas and Ian. Neither said hardly anything and Silas barely ate any of the food Ian had cooked for dinner. That only added to Ian's confusion and sadness.Even though Silas told him in the cells he wanted to be with him, he couldn't fight the strong feeling he’s had since they've been in his apartment. The strong feeling that it’s no longer the case. That feeling only gets stronger the more the evening wears on. Ian's not sure what he did wrong. Did he say the wrong thing? Or did Silas not like his cooking? Did he only say what he did down in the cells because he thought he would stay in there forever and wanted Ian’s company? Or did he only say that because he thought he'd be put to death and didn't want to die alone?Ian chews on his lip and picks at his nails as he thinks of all these things. Instead of watching TV, he glances over at the other end of the couch where Silas is sitting. Ian couldn't help but notice the large
Third Person's POV "Did you not want to have sex with me?" Silas said, Ian choked on his spit. Everything had happened so fast for Ian. He didn't realize he would feel those things, those sensations when Silas fed from him. And he definitely wasn't expecting his hands down his pants so fast, let alone sex! "What?" Ian finally managed to say after he was done coughing. "Do you not want to have sex with me? Do you not find me attractive or suitable?" Silas said and once again Ian was shocked by his words and how blunt he is. He definitely has no filter, that's for sure! Ian thought as he tried to figure out how to respond to that. "Of course I find you attractive! It's just, one minute you were feeding on me and the next we're in here and your hands are in my pants. I just wasn't expecting that, it was too fast!" "Oh I see. I can go slower." Silas said as he leaned toward Ian again. Silas's hand went to Ian's chest as he looked at his lip and leaned closer. His hand moved down h