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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
Third Person's POV Then I would dive my tongue inside you, I'd press it in as far as I could and fuck you with my tongue!" Blake said. Azrael bit his lip and whimpered as he began to squirm. The scent of his slick was so thick, Blakes swore he could taste him. He smirked when he knew it worked. His little vampire can swear all he wants, but he knows his little vampire is a submissive. Blake closed his eyes while biting his lip and took a deep breath in, taking the delicious scent of his mate's slick in. When his eyes opened he growled, feeling his chest vibrate as his wolf came forward with him. "Little mate, goddess you smell so damn good! Blake said in a deep ruff vibrating voice that was both his and his wolves. The sound of his voice, and those words sent a shiver down Azrael's spine and caused more slick to leak from him. His cock was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing almost painfully against the strict confinement of his pants. Azrael was practically panting now as Blake slo
Silas's POV I felt Ian slowly fall asleep in my arms as I sat here on the couch holding him. I keep thinking of everything he just said, and all I can see is the asshole I was, when I stood up from the bed and became angry with him. 'It's like I'm dealing with a damn child!" Keeps running through my head over and over again. Watching his face fall and seeing the hurt in his eyes when I said that to him, won't leave my memory. The worst part is that's not all I wanted to say to him. I was so frustrated and so annoyed with him at that time. The things I wanted to say to him were even worse than what I had already said. I'm so thankful I didn't, but I still hate myself for even thinking or wanting to say those things. But it wasn't him, it was me. I was the one who was acting childish when I couldn't see what was going on. I'm the one who acted like a child and practically through a tantrum. I blamed him, when I was the one at fault. I'm so used to things being a certain way and hap
Third Person's POV Both couples walked out of their rooms at the same time. Silas's hand rested against the small of Ian's back as he guided him out of their room then closed the door behind them. Silas turned to face his friend as his arm slipped around Ian and he could see the smile on Blake's face as he looked between the two. Blake was thrilled to see Silas actually touching and holding Ian. He was thrilled to see the smile beaming on Ian's face. He was so happy for his best friend. But almost right away, Silas notices something is off with Azrael. Not wanting to question him in front of their mates he raised an eyebrow then tried to push into his thoughts. But Azrael felt it immediately and pushed him out with everything he had and glared at him. Silas immediately held his hand up in a surrender motion, which confused both Blake and Ian. "Sorry, I was just concerned." Silas said. "Stay out of my head! I've told you about this before." "What do you mean stay out of your hea
Third Person's POV Silas stands in the conference room, looking out the large window that overlooks the side of the pack house where all the events are held. He looks down at the small stage that they put up hours ago, the stage he will be standing on next to Reid in front of his whole pack. He stands tall, with his shoulders back, his head held high, and his hands behind his back. He stands there looking out at the people already gathering. Azrael approaches and looks out the window as well. Both vampires stand tall as they watch the crowd form as pack members gather below. "Do you think they'll accept us?" Azrael asked. "Do you think I care?" Silas said, and Azrael rolled his eyes before turning his head to look at Silas. "You know you have a mate who's one of these people now. You need to step down from this pedestal, that you like to stand so high on if you're going to live with them..... I know it's hard for you, but you'll eventually look at these people as yours and not